a few years ago a teacher of mine was charged with some very bad offences...it was quite a shock for a lot of us
For M. Goodall
I can't quite explain how this works
It's more about exploration than verification
Trying to wrap my head around the gravity of the situation
It's not as if I even had time to savour
The last bite of the ascerb
The majority shell-shocked
But where are you now,
Are you ashamed and aware?
Or ruing your bad luck?
The way things work
In mysterious ways
Springing out of the jack-in-the-box
Least likely, to me anyway
Reptilian hands gave no clue
Scissorhands was a decent bloke too
The essence filtered through further
But your cake seemed healthy enough
Sure, there was the odd tip for retribution
But that didn't mean anything but joking
Some analogies were half-baked,
Others undercooked,
The salmonella creeping through the scholastic plumbing
And slowly diseasing your mind
That's what must have happened
I can't see a split-second change
Jekyll and Hyde
One mask removed to reveal another
Not even dye can cover your greys
Judgemental fools,
with no knowledge of your being
Just because the novelty has been slapped on thick
It's not as if we plan our own downfalls
Discreet can cut the casualty rate
But the effects still filter through
Ripples in the stagnant pond of complacency
Shaking up the unmoving current,
Diverting the attention
I will still remember and revere
Uphold the good and repress the bad
Into the concrete well of the mind,
Have a stranger discuss your prelude.
But something is missing.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-03 at 04:54
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Chem Explanations
For M. Goodall
I can't quite explain how this works
It's more about exploration than verification
Trying to wrap my head around the gravity of the situation
It's not as if I even had time to savour
The last bite of the ascerb
The majority shell-shocked
But where are you now,
Are you ashamed and aware?
Or ruing your bad luck?
The way things work
In mysterious ways
Springing out of the jack-in-the-box
Least likely, to me anyway
Reptilian hands gave no clue
Scissorhands was a decent bloke too
The essence filtered through further
But your cake seemed healthy enough
Sure, there was the odd tip for retribution
But that didn't mean anything but joking
Some analogies were half-baked,
Others undercooked,
The salmonella creeping through the scholastic plumbing
And slowly diseasing your mind
That's what must have happened
I can't see a split-second change
Jekyll and Hyde
One mask removed to reveal another
Not even dye can cover your greys
Judgemental fools,
with no knowledge of your being
Just because the novelty has been slapped on thick
It's not as if we plan our own downfalls
Discreet can cut the casualty rate
But the effects still filter through
Ripples in the stagnant pond of complacency
Shaking up the unmoving current,
Diverting the attention
I will still remember and revere
Uphold the good and repress the bad
Into the concrete well of the mind,
Have a stranger discuss your prelude.
But something is missing.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 793 times
Written on 2006-09-03 at 04:54
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