Poem/Story: Revenge

[WishingWell]

Revenge


I liked Jack's Brother; I knew him well
But he hated Jack, and we could tell
Jack was my Boyfriend so I wanted to see
That he was content as happy could be
His Brother I heard wanted Jack "hit"
So I decided I would take care of it.

I went to his Brother with the news I had heard
And stabbed him before he could utter a word
I turned from his body, only to see
That Jack was there--standing right behind me
I thought he'd be happy--his problem was dead
But he looked at his Brother and just shook his head.

He then looked at me--with an enraged, icy stare
The love in his eyes was no longer there
Instead there was madness, I started to run
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a gun
I raced out the door feeling nothing by fright
Running as fast as I could through the night.

In an hour I saw that daybreak was near
The sound of the seashore was all I could hear
I sat down and listened to the ocean's loud roar
But my hearbeat was louder; a thousand times more
My throat was so dry, and my feet were so sore
But now I was safe and could ask for no more.

But just as I felt very sure I was free
I heard someone panting and coming towards me
I looked--it was Jack, and I let out a sigh
I could do nothing more than remain there and die
His face was bright red; It looked like the sun
He said he was there to make right what was done.

Jack said, "You will suffer!"--I knew that I would
But I yelled out these words, as loud as I could
"Forgive me! Forgive me! What's done, Jack, is done."
But it was too late; he fired the gun.

But wait, if I died, who wrote what you've read?
I lived, and I suffered; Jack shot himself--dead!

 

[Sci-Fi]

Oooo what an ending, and what a way to make someone suffer. That was a pretty good poem/story. What was the inspiration for this?

 

[WishingWell]

Sci-Fi

Thank you for the compliment. I have a booklet of 35 poems, including that one that I did have inspiration for most. This HAD TO COME TO ME. I wrote it in my Sophomore English Lit class in High School one night when my assignment was to write something in the first person. I got an A--I still don't think my writing is good, because of my self-esteem, but would you give me feedback on this one:


A Reply to No Note


Dearest Jon,

I sit here and now
And ask the world around me how
A man like you so full of laughter
Could trade his life for what comes after.

Your face was never known to me
Nor your short life and destiny
So beautiful in every way
Why did you take your life that day?

The magazine I'm putting back
With all the others on the rack
And I will sometimes think of you--
A person whom I never knew.

Time will pass and Heaven's when
We chance to meet--but until then
I'll leave you with this afterthought
About the happiness you sought--

In your dull dreams and never found
I wish you could have looked around
And found me feeling just that way
And I still feel like that today.

So when I die
Our hearts might link--
It may be sooner
Than you think!


For Jonathan Peck, Gregory Peck's son,
who committed suicide in the mid-1970's.
I read about it in a magazine while waiting
for an appointment.

 

[Sci-Fi]

I really like how that connects to an event, it's about your emotions and what you feel but it refers a specific point in time and what you were doing/feeling. I like that you're poems aren't just about emotions but tell a story at the same time, a progression in time moving along with the words.

 

[WishingWell]

How about this one? It was actually published by the Library of Congress...



Nickels and Dimes


It rained--spinning nickels and dimes,
As my Grandpa used to say
All night--whistling winds,
Pellets of raindrops shooting my windows.

Peacefully, safely--morning came
Sleepily, I poured clouds of milk into my coffee,
As Heaven spilled its precious water
On its earth outside.

Without warning--the spear pierced my pounding heart again
The familiar void in my soul alerted my stomach--
My brain signaled--skip breaskfast today,
As I tried to recall when I last had an appetite.

Finding no escape from realism,
I told myself the truth aloud:
You are "Missing in Action" from our relationship.
My tears cascaded--joining the spinning nickels and dimes.


PUBLISHED!: November 1997
BY: The National Library of Poetry
IN THE BOOK: "Sound of Poetry"

 

[WishingWell]

I am going to post 2 poems that I think I posted elsewhere, but am posting them here anyway. I am open to any and all criticism, by the way. I don't think my poetry is good, but it kept me busy writing, and some of it was an outlet to my depression and lonliness.

First one:

Fear

Why are you here?
What brought you to me?
You're not a bit welcome
And no one can see
From where you originate
And why you have grown
And why on God's earth
You don't leave me alone!
You haunt me each day
And most of the night
You keep yourself hidden
From everyone's sight
But I know you're there
Whatever they say
'Cause I feel you within me
As they walk away!
I'm fed up with you
I am sick of your game
Why don't you just leave me
As you quickly came.


Second one:

A Reply to No Note

Dearest Jon,

I sit here and now
And ask the world around me how
A man like you so full of laughter
Could trade his life for what comes after.

Your face was never known to me
Nor your short life and destiny
So beautiful in every way
Why did you take your life that day?

The magazine I'm putting back
With all the others on the rack
And I will sometimes think of you--
A person whom I never knew.

Time will pass and Heaven's when
We chance to meet--but until then
I'll leave you with this afterthought
About the happiness you sought--

In your dull dreams and never found
I wish you could have looked around
And found me feeling just that way
And I still feel like that today.

So when I die
Our hearts might link--
It may be sooner
Than you think!


For Jonathan Peck, Gregory Peck's son,
who committed suicide in the mid-1970's.
I read about it in a magazine while waiting
for an appointment.