SUCK MY BAWLZ TEACHER!
Dec. 5th, 2012 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heartsdesire456As I lamented last night about the Sestina (HORRIBLE HORRIBLE THING), I have prevailed tonight! HUZZAH!
I found a website that better explained a Sestina and even had a generator so you could put your six words in and it arranged them and you could fill in the rest of the poem then (IT IS STILL ORIGINAL WORK IT JUST HELPS YOU OUT SOME!)and after my first poem (blank verse) I wrote was 4 lines about mimes being creepy, I decided to keep with the humorous approach (Well, bitterly dark humor because I hate poetry and this class is going to RUIN my GPA) I decided to write my sestina about an english major who dies/kills herself because the poetry drove her insane! MUAHAHAH!
A Student’s Lament.
Never would she have imagined something so good could cause her such pain.
After years of devotion to her subject, she never expected such confusion.
Her hopes of prevailing have dissolved and she fears that death
Could be the only option as her inner walls begin to crumble
As she spirals downward into such depths that she fears for her sanity.
She expects the only option is a search for a means to an end.
She has struggled through and held on until now without imagining the end
Of her rope drawing any nearer. She formerly welcomed the pain
As it proved her challenges. However, she is rapidly losing her sanity
In the jumbled mass of words that fill her brain to the point of confusion.
With every page turned in this dusty tome, her resolve can only crumble
Until she comes to the realization that the answer could possibly be death.
What could possibly be enough to warrant her death
One could ask? She would explain, as she contemplated her end,
That her mind’s walls began to finally crumble
And she was only suffering a worse and more unbearable pain
Than she had ever before from her subject, much to her confusion.
There was no way to deny the malignant effect it was having on her sanity.
“Why must you hurt me so?” she sobbed, clinging to the edge sanity
So full of desperation that she almost yearned for death
To end her ever growing, all consuming, unparalleled confusion.
“This is more than I can handle,” she admitted to herself as the end
Began to look more pleasant than suffering further pain
For her beloved subject. The last of her strength began to crumble.
Those around her could only watch as she began to crumble
Into a shell of the person she once was, losing more than sanity
To her once-beloved subject. Her friends cursed her pain.
She was longing for what others feared: her death.
As she came to the dregs of her strength and fought against an end,
Others could only watch with a sad sense of confusion.
There was nothing to end her and her friends’ confusion
As they watched a once strong young woman crumble
Into a bland copy of the person she was. It was her end.
She suffered losing more than her last strands of sanity.
Her beautiful, wondrous subject had brought her death
In exchange for her devotion. It repaid her love with pain.
What, you ask, caused so much confusion it stripped her of her sanity?
What could bring a bright youth to crumble so sharply she faced untimely death?
In the end, it was poetry that caused our young English Major unbearable pain.
.... he's totally gonna fail me, lmao!
I found a website that better explained a Sestina and even had a generator so you could put your six words in and it arranged them and you could fill in the rest of the poem then (IT IS STILL ORIGINAL WORK IT JUST HELPS YOU OUT SOME!)and after my first poem (blank verse) I wrote was 4 lines about mimes being creepy, I decided to keep with the humorous approach (Well, bitterly dark humor because I hate poetry and this class is going to RUIN my GPA) I decided to write my sestina about an english major who dies/kills herself because the poetry drove her insane! MUAHAHAH!
A Student’s Lament.
Never would she have imagined something so good could cause her such pain.
After years of devotion to her subject, she never expected such confusion.
Her hopes of prevailing have dissolved and she fears that death
Could be the only option as her inner walls begin to crumble
As she spirals downward into such depths that she fears for her sanity.
She expects the only option is a search for a means to an end.
She has struggled through and held on until now without imagining the end
Of her rope drawing any nearer. She formerly welcomed the pain
As it proved her challenges. However, she is rapidly losing her sanity
In the jumbled mass of words that fill her brain to the point of confusion.
With every page turned in this dusty tome, her resolve can only crumble
Until she comes to the realization that the answer could possibly be death.
What could possibly be enough to warrant her death
One could ask? She would explain, as she contemplated her end,
That her mind’s walls began to finally crumble
And she was only suffering a worse and more unbearable pain
Than she had ever before from her subject, much to her confusion.
There was no way to deny the malignant effect it was having on her sanity.
“Why must you hurt me so?” she sobbed, clinging to the edge sanity
So full of desperation that she almost yearned for death
To end her ever growing, all consuming, unparalleled confusion.
“This is more than I can handle,” she admitted to herself as the end
Began to look more pleasant than suffering further pain
For her beloved subject. The last of her strength began to crumble.
Those around her could only watch as she began to crumble
Into a shell of the person she once was, losing more than sanity
To her once-beloved subject. Her friends cursed her pain.
She was longing for what others feared: her death.
As she came to the dregs of her strength and fought against an end,
Others could only watch with a sad sense of confusion.
There was nothing to end her and her friends’ confusion
As they watched a once strong young woman crumble
Into a bland copy of the person she was. It was her end.
She suffered losing more than her last strands of sanity.
Her beautiful, wondrous subject had brought her death
In exchange for her devotion. It repaid her love with pain.
What, you ask, caused so much confusion it stripped her of her sanity?
What could bring a bright youth to crumble so sharply she faced untimely death?
In the end, it was poetry that caused our young English Major unbearable pain.
.... he's totally gonna fail me, lmao!
