Paradise
In paradise, he captured me...
He tossed me between and among
Grand mountains and flowing lavish rivers
Alas, all the while, he drove me down like a shaved pencil.
And yet, my heart pangs...
For I am of no worth, I am nothing
Without the contact of our two skins
I have been starved, beaten to a pulp by the wonder of it all.
Nevertheless, it no longer matters...
My innermost heart repeats to me that
I fear no barren starvation nor lack of shelter
Desire is upon me and pervades my worldly body and soul.
I stand in a wasteland of his ecstasy....
There is no everlasting misery in his wilderness
Except for boundless lust, wretched in its holiness
For, in our blissful love, we make the gods weep with envy.
Formally, I will have to admit, I have no understanding whatsoever for the rules of literature.
But really... should there be?
Rules, I mean.
There should be no rules for art, and writing undoubtably is.
I think I just write whatever I think looks good.
Truly, I could care less for grammar and english class.
An understanding came to me
when I signed up for classes at the end of last year.
The end of my sophomore I came into my own.
And I discovered, contrary to my previous belief, English class was not what I enjoyed.
I began to be unable to stand sitting in class, listening to the rules of literature.
Listening to the reasons the author wrote this in this chapter, or what this is a symbol of.
It absolutely did not interest me whatsoever.
It took no thought, only memorizing.
And then it was unbearable when I understood.
And I began to write, more than I have ever before.
Rules, oh I detest them!
What are they good for?
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
And when I knew I could write, I could truly write, without school and all its rules...
That was when I could not, would not stand for school any longer.
I do not need it!
I've had senioritis since my sophomore year.
And now... I can't even remember why I am writing this except for that this poem took
fifteen minutes to write and all of three and a half months to live. But, don't worry,
it's all dramatized...
