 asian tragedy
this is actually one of the non-depressive poetry that i wrote.....lol.....it's supposed to be "funny"...but not successful.......ahh.....well don't throw stones at me if you dont like it....lol........this one is not deep or anything......
Asian Tragedy:
The teachers give you so much work to do
some have no life and you know its true
the essay, the test for ap chem
you pay attention to fail them
Time rolls off to SAT's
when parents jail you and destroy the keys
your math is good but your english sucks
you guess on the words and count on luck
you come home, they say "howd'you do?"
you reply "i dunno" cause they'll kill you
they say "1600 is not that hard"
and you just feel like you could've died
the quarter ends and the reportcard comes
you have all 90's except maybe one
they point at the 89 and then they say
"where's the other point" and the lecture plays
they ground you for about a half a year
but really you stay home and just sit here
because your curfew's maybe a little past six
and when you need to go out they think you're sick
school, home and church is your entire life
there's no such thing as parties or strikes
when you are hungry you'd probably eat rice
there's always ramen with lots of spice
Time for midterms comes around
you write on paper without a sound
the regents are easy but the ap's you fail
you become so worried and grow more pale
among the people is a genious
100's in everything is hideous
your parents go "why can't you be like that"
but why cant they be nice and give you a pat?
exams and projects, yes those are fine
now your daddy thinks you have too much time
he'll make you take an instrument\
perhaps art or something for supplement
when you complain they say "dont talk back"
they mostly yell but some do smack
a lot of guests are at your house
the men with children and their spouse
you serve them food and they never leave
you must babysit with their drool on your sleeves
although they do this every other week
you invite a friend and they start to shriek
they are welcome, but it is quite hard
to explain to others how weird they are
perhaps that is why i am so crazy and wild
for i myself see that i am a strange, strange child
not that i mind because i am unique
but people do think that i am a freak
you become addicted to the internet
stay up till three with nothing done yet
do your homework at about five o'clock
it is very quiet and you hear "tick tock"
half asleep, getting ready for school
you wonder why life is so cruel
living the boring day,which goes by slow
the daily routine, as all of you know
day by day, the colleges come near
great expectations are definitely here
harvard, yale, princeton and columbia
signs of stress: crazy insomnia
you make it to one of those ivy league
you are so happy and you can't believe
running from home, into a long trip
you know they'll say "the scholarship?"
for every matter they're a perfectionist
that you want to be a post modernist
i love my parents but i sometimes feel
that i can't do enough to fulfill
their desire, their passion for my success
for i always seem to be doing less
i understand them in certain ways
for she gave me everything all of her days
although i can go on forever like this
i'll stop here and have myself dismissed
cause i know that the more i complain
there will be nothing more to my gain
but i hope you learned the moral of my story
Parents, give your children more liberty!!
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I Don't know what is wrong, what is right
It makes no difference, they are the same things...
I don't know what to believe in, whom i can trust
There was no way to see, no way to prove that
Why do I have to wonder and wonder?
I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know who my friends are, who my enemies are
They love me some, they cheat me some in the same way
Why do I have to live with them, why do I love them?
I really wish I could believe in your sweet sweet lies
I close my eyes and tears are falling
I really wish I could live alone with no one at all
I close my heart and dreams are tumbling
Sing, sing a fool's song I am a king without a kingdom
LaLaLa, I am a mother without a womb for my children
LaLaLaLa, I am a lover without a lover
oh..I am a foolish clown of the world..
I am a foolish clown of the world...
So.. I don't know what to believe in, Whom to rely on...
-Jaurim
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11-30-2002 06:03 PM
