and this is my second most favourite poem. "Suicide in the Trenches" by Siegfried Sassoon...i'm a bit in love with war poetry...it just seems so perfect...
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
This poem is called "dulce and decorum est" and it's by Wilfred Owen...why are people so shocked when i say it's my most favourite poem...?
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupte
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
i didn't realise i could fall so quickly...it's been less than an hour and i'm already near the bottom...
http://news.bb
that train was the one i was waiting for...oh crap...
my stress level no longer fits on any scale...becaus
the christmas entertainment dvd made me cry...oh dear...
chemistry practicals are the worst thing ever and need to die...argh...i
so far today, i've:
-been driving all the way to Maidstone and round the one-way system without messing up =)
-baked 24 little cakes and i'm about to ice them with various different icing flavours/colou
-cooked lunch/dinner for mum =)
the baking of cakes was to reward me for driving well and the making of dinner was to reward myself for doing almost all of my homework(except stupid class civ context questions) yaye! go me! try not to ruin my cheery-ness? i'll be falling tomorrow...esp
UPDATE: don't worry about ruining my cheery-ness...
i knew my dad was insensitive but not to this extent...
Jason and the Argonauts...th
whaaaaaaaaaaaa
i'm sure my parents keep buying me diet coke so i get caffiene without drinking coffee...becau
in my dreams in the last couple of months i've...
-been in the middle of a war
-arrested for not having my mum with me
-been in a family of suspected bombers
what do we reckon is next? or anyone want my dreams instead?
it took me so long to say...i'm glad i've said it but i still can't help/stop it...i hate sitting being useless even if that's what i'm meant to do...my life and world can't be right, not yet...
eurgh...stupid itching legs...must...
oh dear...school postcard=utter
i really need to stop getting so into Torchwood...it makes me cry every week...hmmmmmm
argh so angry at myself...had so much work planned and i didn't do a single bit of it...then i had coffee to reward myself for doing sod all...arghhhhh
i hate being ill...and i hate it even more when my mummy says "it's too early to go to bed" GRRRRR
it's scary when news suddenly gets closer to home...and i seriously shake too much...
acting on impulse makes a bad day end slightly better...and i apparently need to go on picnics...