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Author Name: Moderatorhnk903 8 Comments
Date Added: April 11, 2006 11:04:05 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Violent tragedy

Day after day he broods in his silence
This bespectacled boy, with no history for violence
Endlessly teased by most all his classmates
Never invited to parties or out on dates

His anger raged to a boiling point within
Each taunting jab only served to thicken his skin
No one took notice while they all had their fun
He gave in to his fury and puchased his first gun

He kept it in his room in his lower drawer
Hoped he never hit the point where he could take no more
This quiet boy who never did anyone wrong
His only crime was wanting to belong

There are those who never gave him a chance
Now he would watch with glee as they did death's dance
Each day would pass, he would choose another target
He would throw a deadly party they would never forget

That morning he dressed silently
Loaded all of his weapons methodically
In the lunchroom he would carry out his plan
Taking out as many of his tormentors as he can

He sat down in his weapon laden overcoat
Took out a knife and slashed a girls throat
Before anyone had a chance to run
He was already emptying two of his five guns

After he had slain two tables of ten each
He pulled out two more guns easily within his reach
Around the room the bullets again did spray
Killing more of the children who tourtured him each day

Now he had but one gun left and he trained it on the door
As he looked upon the carnage on this killing floor
Thirty two dead students and one teacher
All at the hands of a most unassuming creature

He warily watched as the officer opened the door
Asking him to place his weapon on the floor
All along he knew that this would end up badly
Put the weapon in his mouth and pulled the trigger gladly
 

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I actually dreamed this
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on April 13, 2006 08:36:57 AM Report
Wow Henry this is so eerry...i got goosebumps reading it....it is sad and heartbreaking that anyone would be abused in this way so long that they succumb to such a deep hurt and frustration. You exposed a hurting heart and soul in this one. *shivers*

~Cindy
Comment By: FreeGlata on April 12, 2006 07:25:12 AM Report
Dear Lord, Henry...I guess when you work around that many kids and are having to take meds for pain...you would naturally dream things like this...but Cripes!
You put it down to page very clearly...so clearly, in fact, that I felt I was right there! You're a great writer, Henry...
Hugs! (now...put down the percoset!)
Glata
Comment By: Freeb doneff on April 11, 2006 06:42:18 PM Report
Henry? One question..what the heck did you eat before you fell asleep?? Hmm...let's do a quick psych eval as Joe suggests, lol..Than'ts right My. Mascia, lay down..(whips out pen and tablet)..tell me Mr. Mascia, tell me alllllll about it..
You know Henry, this had to have been one bad dream. Unfortunatley, waking is no relief from the nightmare of children being bullied, unable to vernt anger in a positive way, and the always unexpected outcome such as this. True, sad, and a tragic end to young lives...B.
Comment By: FreeTalitha Lindsey on April 11, 2006 02:45:25 PM Report
loved it ....... shows that the most unsupecting person can be the more horrifying of the heat that lies beneath the surface from the torment of words and sometimes actions........... you're not the only one that dreams of this.........
Comment By: FreeTalitha Lindsey on April 11, 2006 02:45:25 PM Report
loved it ....... shows that the most unsupecting person can be the more horrifying of the heat that lies beneath the surface from the torment of words and sometimes actions........... you're not the only one that dreams of this.........
Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on April 11, 2006 01:23:46 PM Report
I had a flashback to Columbine with this write Henry. Terrific write, but I think you need a Phyc Exam my friend! LOL! Joe
Comment By: FreeTracy Fletcher on April 11, 2006 12:36:55 PM Report
Being the mother of a teenager this is a very scary poem. It is all to real in this day and age. Kids killing kids, they can be so cruel to one another. Very nicely written Henry.
Tracy
Comment By: FreeJamie on April 11, 2006 11:46:27 AM Report
great write."




 


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