Writing "some kid's suicide note"

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[FONT=Courier New][SIZE=2][COLOR=Teal]This is one of my alltime favorite poems. It's from the book "[U]the perks of being a wallflower[/U]" by Stephen Chbosky ~Enjoy and please tell me what you think about it[/COLOR][/SIZE]:[/FONT]


[FONT=Courier New]Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
~ he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
~ because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
~ and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
~ and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
~ took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
~ with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
~ Valentine signed with a row of X's
~ and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

~~~~~

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
~ he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
~ because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
~ and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
~ because of its new paint
And the kids told him
~ that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
~ with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
~ when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
~ his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him into bed at night
And his father got mad
~ when he cried for him to do it.

~~~~~

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
~ he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
~ because that was the question about this girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
~ and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
~ because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
~ of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
~ making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
~ or even talked
And the girl around the corner
~ wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
~ but he kissed her anyway
~ because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
~ his father snoring soundly

~~~~~

That's why on the back of a [COLOR=Sienna]brown[/COLOR] paper bag
~ he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
~ because this time he didn't think
~ he could reach the kitchen.[/FONT]


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[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=2][font=arial narrow]To be honest, I don't see the discussion value in this thread. If this isn't your poem, why should people review it? What's the point? We review to help the writer improve his/her own work, but since you aren't the writer, why should we? And if you are the writer [which I don't think you are, since you said [i]It's from the book "the perks of being a wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky[/i]] you forgot to rate your thread.

In any case, I don't see the discussion in this thread going anywhere. If you have any problems, feel free to PM me.

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