Sonnets Here, In-House

Copperfox said:
Okay, time to resume the serialized sonnet, adding the next four lines to the already-existing portion.


Tears on a pillow are no happy thing,
But preferable to the foolish act
Of using something sharp, yourself to sting;
One's wrists are better-looking if not hacked.

The feeling that you can't go on at all
Is self-fulfilling; dwelling on despair
Makes it seem true! What you should do is call
On God, and on your mortal friends who care.
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I'm trying to geuss who it is who's practicing self harm.......:confused:
 
Copperfox said:
What follows will be a _serialized_ sonnet. The first four lines will appear now; the next four lines will be added later; and later still, the final six lines. This is done in an attempt to keep a certain reader coming back.


Tears on a pillow are no happy thing,
But preferable to the foolish act
Of using something sharp, yourself to sting;
One's wrists are better-looking if not hacked.
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I have no idea who this person is but I can relate lol
 
Completing the serial

Tears on a pillow are no happy thing,
But preferable to the foolish act
Of using something sharp, yourself to sting;
One's wrists are better-looking if not hacked.

The feeling that you can't go on at all
Is self-fulfilling; dwelling on despair
Makes it seem true! What you should do is call
On God, and on your mortal friends who care.

Since I began to write this, I've had news
That she for whom I'm writing it is now
Not so despondent. Thus we see, the blues
Can usually be chased off somehow.

In fact, SHE prayed for ME in church today;
It's nice when love and caring are two-way.


 
Copperfox said:
I didn't say that the person was necessarily _actually_ doing that, but even the thought of anyone doing that bothers me.
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Yes it freaks me out too...thats why I got all queasy when my cousin was joking about it.
My cousin has really been drifting away lately....*sighs* I feel like I don't know him anymore....
 
Copperfox said:
Do you want a sonnet about him?
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perhaps.......

Heres a few details:
He's of mixed skin(mom is white,dad is black)
his name is Matthew and he's 13. He's a total comic book nerd and he's really smart but he's in public school and therefore.....disaster.
He gets bullied and so I think the behaviour rubs off on him.
I mean,he's not threateningly mean but he's just...a bad boy.
I've known him since I was born and now he's gotten differenter and differenter until I hardly know him anymore.(sorry for making up words)
He's been using language and when he jokes about what I like he's not carefull with what he says. And thats why self harm grosses me out now:)

Is that enough to work with?
 
For 13-Year-Old Matthew

I'm forty-five years older than you are,
But I remember how unfair it was
To know I had the brains to be a star,
But have to give up space to every scuzz.

I wished I were a superhero, too,
So I could SHOW THEM!--but no powers came.
I had to watch while jerks could always do
Just as they pleased, while girls forgot my name.

You're right--it ISN'T fair; but what is worse
Is if resentment rules us for so long
That, in the quest for strength, we rage and curse,
As if our hate and rudeness made us strong.

They don't. What does make strength is discipline.
Control YOURSELF, and someday you'll fit in.
 
Copperfox said:
For 13-Year-Old Matthew

I'm forty-five years older than you are,
But I remember how unfair it was
To know I had the brains to be a star,
But have to give up space to every scuzz.

I wished I were a superhero, too,
So I could SHOW THEM!--but no powers came.
I had to watch while jerks could always do
Just as they pleased, while girls forgot my name.

You're right--it ISN'T fair; but what is worse
Is if resentment rules us for so long
That, in the quest for strength, we rage and curse,
As if our hate and rudeness made us strong.

They don't. What does make strength is discipline.
Control YOURSELF, and someday you'll fit in.
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Awwwwwww thx coppy! I'll mail this to him:D
wait.....he doesn't like me to mention the "bullying".....I'll just keep this in my heart. Like the song I wrote for Isaiah.....*sighs,and dreamy smile*
 
You don't have to hide it; look at this!

For 13-Year-Old
Matthew: revised version!

I'm forty-five years older than you are,
But I recall unfairness in my youth:
I knew I had the brains to be a star,
But no one seemed to care if I spoke truth.

I wished I were a superhero, too,
So I could SHOW THEM!--but no powers came.
I took a back seat, with no chance to do
The things I wished, while girls forgot my name.

You're right--it ISN'T fair; but what is worse
Is if resentment rules us for so long
That, in the quest for strength, we rage and curse,
As if our hate and rudeness made us strong.

They don't. What does make strength is discipline.
Control YOURSELF, and someday you'll fit in.


Surely this version can be shown to him??
 
sorry copper,it would just be too weird. I'd like to show it to him,but I get all queasy and weird around boys,despite what my poems tell.
Ever wonder why I wear fake glasses and constantly do things so they'll stay away?
I told my mom that i need a warning label or something when I'm dating age because I can go really hyper/crazy/giggly/insane in the late afternoon and night(when you usually go on a date) sooooo....sorry but I still can't show it to him.
Maybe if there's another bout of bullying I will,but when everything's good it would be plain awkward.
 
Tears on a pillow are no happy thing,
But preferable to the foolish act
Of using something sharp, yourself to sting;
One's wrists are better-looking if not hacked.

The feeling that you can't go on at all
Is self-fulfilling; dwelling on despair
Makes it seem true! What you should do is call
On God, and on your mortal friends who care.

Since I began to write this, I've had news
That she for whom I'm writing it is now
Not so despondent. Thus we see, the blues
Can usually be chased off somehow.

In fact, SHE prayed for ME in church today;
It's nice when love and caring are two-way.
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I really enjoyed this sonnet, definitely encouraged me.
 
About Uncertainty


When driven to a fork in life's long road,
When prodded from behind with shouts to choose,
One wants, like Saul, to kick against the goad,
Or wish at least that it would not confuse.

Since God commands that His will be obeyed,
To know just what that will is would help out!
Not seeing outcomes till the choice is made
Makes people vulnerable to deep doubt.

"Hello? Is anybody home up there?"
I want to shout. "Where did You put the map?"
I want to follow truth, and to play fair
With others; but what's dropped onto my lap

Is a dilemma where each way seems wrong;
I pray uncertainty won't last for long.
 
I don't like decisions like that, either. I hope you can decide quickly and with wisdom.
Somebody once said, "When confronted with two evils, I always choose the one I've never tried before." While I certainly don't recommend that as the proper course of action, I though maybe you'd find it amusing.
 
A sonnet for the sonnet writer...

Here is a sonnet I wrote for you on the day of the annivesary:

So many people care about you and you care so much about others

We all see it and we see what devotion and love you had for both Mary and Janalee

Even though they are both in Aslan’s country, I am positive that they both think of you

And pray for you as we all do ;

They both care about you the same way as they did here on earth…you are never alone

You have so much courage, I see it in your eyes (even if you don't believe it)

because courage isn't being the bravest courage is facing what you've seen

and getting back up even when it keeps knocking you down

You have such strength, and is such a great inspiration to us all

I know Janalee and Mary would be very proud of you, I know we all are.

You make us go on..even when we think we cant

You write us sonnets to cheer us up and make us think

You truly are a blessing to many people

We hate to see you so stressed that your blood pressure skyrockets

And we just want the best for you

You have gone through a lot of things and still keep on fighting

And I just wanted to say you are a great inspiration

Janalee and Mary are definitely smiling at you from Heaven
 
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