I'm gonna post the list of poems before I lose it, because I just KNOW I will.
James Stephnes, The Snare
W.H. Auden, Say this city has ten thousand souls
Wilfred Owen, Anthem for the Doomed Youth
William Blake, The Sick Rose (read this before! Cheers to William Blake for Songs of Innocence and Experience!!!)
Edward Brock, Five Ways to Kill a Man
John Clare, I Am
I may have failed, but that doesn't mean I am going to sit there and cry, because I know I am stronger than that. It has served to be a very useful wakeup call. Thanks, God. No thanks for the impact on my CA marks though.
(smirks). Because the world is all but a place to manipulate, and I just have to achieve what I want, even if there has to be victims or people I need to step on.
There's a price to pay for ambition. I am willing to lose my soul for it, and be damned to hell, but I've achieved and will therefore have no regrets.
Perhaps one day I will be no different from the inmates in prison cells with gaunt faces, their bodies a personal reflection of the grotsque crimes they commited, or didn't commit. The innocents who go to jail anyway because of the unfairness of the world, and the currupotion of government.
Maybe one day I'll be the angel sent to resque them...either by honest release back to vicious society, or the angel of Death, which brings them a void where they can be free from the burdens of man.
I shall not succumb to any weakness.
