Author notes disclaimer: I am not going to actually kill something and neither am I in a murderous mood...despite this Mancunian weather. This poem is actually the product of a classroom response free-write inspired by Carol Ann Duffy's, Education for leisure
And write my name.Today I’m going to kill something
But first let’s get the introductions out-of-the-way.
It’s the usual story I hear you say.
Boy meets girl, girl falls for boy
But no, it’s more than that.
And less of the sin.
I’ve had enough of being ignored today
I’m going to play god.
It’s an ordinary sort of day
Of course it was nothing but.
Who knew that before sundown it would all end in tears…
Like they knew yesterday
And could predict tomorrow.
They went on obviously oblivious.
The day is grey with boredom stirring in the streets
Love was in another language
Now your essence is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass
And write my name.Beyond that window millions of lives still go on.
Not realizing all that happened.I, a genius. I could be anything at all.
Today I’m going to change the world… well, something’s world.
Everyone started to avoid girl
They knew she was dangerous.
They knew she was genius and hid themselves.
Sweet red river trickles slowly.
It’s an epidemic and everyone is panicking.
Girl sees that it is good.
There is nothing left to kill, nothing left for him to take
I call 999 and tell the man, that the worlds gonna end…
That phone call could have saved you boy.
The pavements glitter all too suddenly
From the sky’s tears… I touch your arm.