Best Sadschool Poems
Tackle box, fishing poles, radio, a good book to read
In a quite little alcove , the back outskirt of Lake Mead
The desert sun burning the sky, I’m comfortable in the shadow
I see the shad chumming toward the shore, my bait a live minnow
Suddenly, down the shoreline, I see the water, rapidly rippling my way
I was about to see, a vicious act of Nature: a school of large striped bass
A hundred strong with a school of fifty tagging along : the bass kicked …
I wonder Are The TROUT biting??
Inspired by Amy Green’s Contest : : I saw with my own Eyes
July 8, 1979 -- 10:50 A.M. Lake Mead , Henderson Nevada
They bullied him for being different
Said he was strange
They told him he didn't belong
All 'cause he was gay
After school he would run
'Cause he knew the "cool kids"
Were about to have there fun
They caught up to him
Began to form a crowd
Started yelling,
Kicking, and punching him
Till he fell down
They would all laugh and
Walk away
Walking home
Bruised and bloody
He went up to his room to lay and prepare
For the next day
The next day came and he dreaded
Walking home
When he reached the outside
He began to run
Knowing the "cool kids"
Were about to have there fun
They caught up to him
Began to form a crowd
But instead of them yelling,
Kicking, and punching him
I was there to grab his hand
I took a stand
He didn't seem different to me
I made him my friend
I missed school the next day
But when I returned
I go the news that he had moved
The "cool kids"
Got the best of him
And that was the last time I heard from
My dear old friend....
*Some parts of this story is true and some of it I added on to,
But people need to start treating others the way they want to be
Treated....*
*Alexz inspired me to write this about my old friend
So tnx u Alexz...
She sits and stares at his picture
Wondering where he's at
It's been twenty-five years now
Since she thought of him like that
She's been reminiscing more lately
Since her husband passed away
Thinking about her high school years
And her boyfriends of that day
She was just a little lonely now
For she's been married most of her life
She met her husband in college
And he soon, made her his wife
She wonders if she should call him
What would he think of her now?
She only dated him for a couple of years
Could he have forgotten her somehow?
She picks up the phone and dials the number
She thinks, "It's funny the things you remember"
For the last time she even talked to him
Was twenty-five years ago in december
A woman answers the telephone
She hangs up in an instant, of course
He calls her back and says it's his daughter
And he tells her about his divorce
They talked for a couple of hours that day
And soon they decided to meet
He sent her a dozen red roses
And then took her out to eat
"It was almost like high school" she thought
He made her feel so young
But she didn't know how much he'd changed
And that's when the trouble begun
He brought her home around midnight
And asked her to invite him in
She said, "Sure we'll have a nightcap"
So she offered him a glass of gin
He pulls out a knife and grabs her throat
And tells her to shut the door
He didn't know about her twenty year old son
Who was asleep on the second floor
She screams "What are you doing? Let me go!"
As the scream awakens her son
He jumps out of bed and runs downstairs
In his hand, he's holding a gun
He aims and pulls the trigger
They heard only the sound of a thud
He drops the knife and falls to the floor
Where he lays in a puddle of blood
The police were called to their residence
Yellow tape surrounded the door
They told her he was a wanted criminal
For he'd done this twice before
A serial rapist, they told her
"You're very lucky to be alive"
For the other victims weren't so lucky
And neither of them survived
"What was I thinking?", she thought to herself
"I really didn't know him at all"
She closes her high school yearbook
And hates that she ever called