Panda Shirt

[Genecks]

This poem goes out to the teaching assistant I had a large crush on.

 

The professor was pissy at me liking a woman more around my age range, instead of me hitting on the younger women.

 

His arrogance of getting between me and a woman I was interested in after a long depression and apathy towards romantic relationship made me want to kill his child because he had been so lucky in love that he appear to seem that all other humans aren't capable of love. Fudge that jerk. His taint rudeness made me consider beating the shit out of him in front of the 400 students that were surrounding us. His death would have been quick if I struck him... These days I've become an emotionless, psychopathic, megalomaniac who can only hope to feel or conceive of emotions such as love.

 

Soon your health will fade and your child will become more vulnerable than ever.

And then my friend, you die.

 

Naw, I'm just trying to seem cool.

 

I found this poem from a while back... 2010

 

Title: Panda Shirt

 

There I saw a goddess

 

Sure perhaps some normal woman

Standing out in the open

Showing her intelligence and rhetoric to the world

Something overpowered me to get close to her.

 

Wow.

 

Black hair

A love for nature

A desire to save the world

And a shirt with a panda bear

 

There I saw a goddess

 

Not some Wiccan witch

Who had this personality of a bitch

the kind who would ditch you

 

I just remember looking at her

I could feel a beat in my heart

She was definitely a work of art

 

Maybe it was this aggressive side

The kind I saw inside

her office room with the posting of the

bullet holes in targets she didn't hide

 

Maybe it was her love for animals

Or the rock climbing

or the spirit of adventure she has...

 

Wow.

 

Wondering how to talk to her

Observing her movements

Wondering how to say, "I thought someone like you didn't exist."

 

I don't remember the last time

I was crazy and out of my mind

She was the goddess I would never find

 

It's too bad that she saw me

point a gun to my head

and pull the trigger

wishing I were dead

because of all the pain I must endure

as I attempt to refrain

 

I would have given her

My love

My heart

My everything

 

She made me feel

like a giddy

little

boy

 

*bang*

 

And then in my rampage of hate and loneliness I forever endure, I continued the path of world destruction I had before I met her.

Edited August 2, 2011 by Genecks