We are reading poetry in English. I hate it, and that’s putting it mildly. I feel that poetry is too restricting to my writing style and I can’t rhyme to save my life. Anyway. All these poets talk about is death. Wow. I really don’t find anyone’s fascination with death. Okay, maybe I do, but I would get pretty depressed if all I wrote about was death. Why not write about life, and all of its possibilities? Life is just as mysterious as death. But, the only thing that sets it apart is the fact that you live life with other people. I think that is what is really irritating me. The fact that my teacher and classmates keep talking about how people die alone. Everyone dies alone. No one can die with you. It is a solitary journey that you have face by yourself. No one can die for you. The class to which I am tired of because they are so irritating, also said that it wasn’t comforting that death was inevitable. IT SHOULD BE COMFORTING! IT COMFORTS ME! It happens to everyone, it is concrete. What happens afterward may not be, but it can’t be that hard. Trillions of people have died before us. People need to get over their fears, because they are just hiding and this is not a monster that will ignore you. It will hear you heartbeat as you hide behind your bravado and openness. And it will claim you nonetheless.
English Class25 09 2007