[Genecks]

This poem goes out to the teaching assistant I had a large crush on.

The professor was pissy at me liking a woman more around my age range, instead of me hitting on the younger women.

His arrogance of getting between me and a woman I was interested in after a long depression and apathy towards romantic relationship made me want to kill his child because he had been so lucky in love that he appear to seem that all other humans aren't capable of love. Fudge that jerk. His taint rudeness made me consider beating the shit out of him in front of the 400 students that were surrounding us. His death would have been quick if I struck him... These days I've become an emotionless, psychopathic, megalomaniac who can only hope to feel or conceive of emotions such as love.

Soon your health will fade and your child will become more vulnerable than ever.
And then my friend, you die.

Naw, I'm just trying to seem cool.

I found this poem from a while back... 2010

Title: Panda Shirt

There I saw a goddess

Sure perhaps some normal woman
Standing out in the open
Showing her intelligence and rhetoric to the world
Something overpowered me to get close to her.

Wow.

Black hair
A love for nature
A desire to save the world
And a shirt with a panda bear

There I saw a goddess

Not some Wiccan witch
Who had this personality of a bitch
the kind who would ditch you

I just remember looking at her
I could feel a beat in my heart
She was definitely a work of art

Maybe it was this aggressive side
The kind I saw inside
her office room with the posting of the
bullet holes in targets she didn't hide

Maybe it was her love for animals
Or the rock climbing
or the spirit of adventure she has...

Wow.

Wondering how to talk to her
Observing her movements
Wondering how to say, "I thought someone like you didn't exist."

I don't remember the last time
I was crazy and out of my mind
She was the goddess I would never find

It's too bad that she saw me
point a gun to my head
and pull the trigger
wishing I were dead
because of all the pain I must endure
as I attempt to refrain

I would have given her
My love
My heart
My everything

She made me feel
like a giddy
little
boy

*bang*

And then in my rampage of hate and loneliness I forever endure, I continued the path of world destruction I had before I met her.

This post has been edited by Genecks: 2 August 2011 - 07:17 AM