'Help' and, well, Untitled, I guess...

Wow, it has been forever. The last time I posted was February 25th. It's not like I exactly have a crew of adoring fans here, but still. I didn't want this to turn into one of those blogs I eventually let rot into nonexistence. I have a ton of those. The good thing about this one is that it has the topic of poetry, which I write a lot of, and then want to post.

OK, the first one is about someone who wants to commit suicide and gets some annoying help or someone suggests to call a suicide hotline or whatever... UPDATE FROM THE FUTURE: a hypothetical person. Not everything I write is about me, ya know. :)

Help

Do you need help?

You’re the sort of person that needs help

There’s something deeply,

deeply

wrong with you.

Everyone would be better off without you

Do you need help?

Yes, you do

You’re crazy

Crazy crazy crazy

Do you like the sound of that?

Crazy?

Gone crackers?

Gone bananas?

Driven mad?

I think you need help

I think you should seek help right now

Instead of wasting time on

the chemistry work

You need a lot of help

It’s no wonder no one likes you

No one pays attention to you

If you don’t want to be ignored anymore

we can help you a lot

I know a great way

To make everyone stop ignoring you!

Do you need help

Figuring out how to die?

'Kay, right now I've been studying for Chem for the last ten minutes (we have a really difficult test on stoichiometry today) so let me post the next poem quickly. It's about not being part of the crowd that's obsessed with grades and colleges, and just letting myself be free to be myself.

Not Sure of a Title

Sorry

Sorry I shattered your

perfect crystal-ball world

Sorry I pierced the

pretty spun glass

until the cracks began to show

and spread

in spidery black lines

and then crash

crack

A thousand little dusty white pieces

all over the floor

Cough

I coughed when the dust rose

in perfect little white steam-clouds

Sorry I coughed

because the smoke was pretty

but it filled my lungs and I know

it’s unhealthy to let myself swallow

and then cough

hack

A cloud of steam in your eyes

to show you I’m not you

Boom

Boom went the world when I stomped

on the perfect grassy green ground

I don’t like your little

manufactured pretty world

I am not part of

your ivy-climb crowd

‘Cause I once was there

And I sang too loud

But I won’t turn

back

A trail of footsteps in my wake

all over the ground

I love this poem personally; I wrote it in economics yesterday (instead of, like, paying attention to economics, my least favorite class) and so yeah. 

Oh, and I just realized my poem 'Help' kinda indicates that people who commit suicide just want attention. I know that's not true. That's not what the poem's supposed to say. Not exactly sure what it's supposed to say; I wrote it in chemistry when I was feeling really crappy, so it's just my feelings spilling onto paper (or a Pages document, I guess).

ANYWAY. Got molar masses to convert, so I'll post more later.

Your expert in stoichiometry and poet,

Ariel