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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 7:56 pm
I didn't write this poem but is hugely applies to my life. Like when I read it I though "Holy **** this was written for me."
Your Superman is Dead
Johnny J Smith had straight A's in school. Class president every year he never broke the rules.
Had the coolest friends never got in fights. But his friends never saw him after school at night.
Every problem thrown his way he fought it to the end. His family and friends nicknamed him superman.
Saving damsels in distress standing up for the weak. He had the intelligence of a genius the room always quite when he'd speak.
But nobody knew what happened late every single night. When Johnny was caught in the middle of his mother and father's fight.
Every day after school Johnny would walk home alone. Come home to his parents, to a family with a heart of stone.
Objects were thrown as they fly across his face. He tried so hard to please but he was seen as a disgrace.
His grades would start to slip and he would fight even more. But the more that he fought the harder he was thrown to the floor.
Friends began to leave him people ignored him as he spoke as hard as he tried to fix it all his life was only seen as a joke.
Bottles and knives still flying from one room to the next. Giving up on everything else he took advantage of one object.
He slowly cried as the pain took hold remembering the life once adored. Brought down to this hopeless sham a life now only ignored.
With his last remaining minute he reached for a paper and pen. Leaving a note for whoever cared or cared for a life that had been.
Days had past since then before he was found his parents killed each other the house no longer made a sound.
Old friends came again to see the horrible site No soon after did they find the note that the young boy did write.
Everyone held their breath as the note was slowly read. Written with four crimson words "Your Superman is Dead."
(C) 2006 Bryce Dressler
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:53 pm
why are all the poems here all about death and suicide and crap
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 5:43 am
my poems aren't about death and whatnot? well one is, but still!
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 10:24 am
cause its supposed to be an emo guild. neway i love the poem heart i love mudkipz more heart heart
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 3:40 pm
you don't even know me gonk
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 12:31 am
even if i dunno you irl i wuvs u domokun
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