“Cursing Is Too Much With Us”

*I had to write this for English IV class my senior year of high school. This is my own version of “The World Is Too Much With Us” by William Wordsworth.

“Cursing Is Too Much With Us” (February 18, 2009)

Cursing is too much with us,

day and night.

People use it to make them feel alright.

Saying and shouting, we waste our words.

We scream it from the mountaintop, yet we’ve heard

of what we’re missing, the gentle, the sweet, the thoughtful words.

The heart is cold of the gentleness of our voices, we are vicious,

our voices, our hearts, so malicious.

Our future is ruined of the beautiful rain, it is only dark,

not good at all, we do it anyway, and we knew it from the start.

The dark abyss of the shouting, no more of the beautiful sun,

or we could beat down the voices and easily say we won.

“Jack and Jill”

“Jack and Jill” (January 20, 2009)

As she walks out of the room, she walks back in to look at herself.

It’s all coming down to that very moment, that very moment.

She wants so bad to tell someone, but who will she tell?

She’d go down in flames for this, but peace will come before it.

I love you, he says, but his fists always get the best.

This very moment will forever, for the rest of his life, only give him hell.

Die, she said, Don’t ever touch me, she said.

He falls as a deafening sound echoes through the room, as he falls dead.

Ha, she said. I told you I’d make it. 

He bleeds as he lies on the floor.

She swipes her shoulder, she said, See you in hell, as she makes her way to the door.