Apparently I write fairly emo poetry -_-

[Sibilant]

My school's running a peotry contest, and I want to enter, yada yada.

So I get out my iPad and write this, a strange thing that I don't remember thinking about. I believe I intended it to be much, much different.


Frightening Cry

The cold, windy night
And the fallen snow's sheen,
The trees and the valleys
And the earth between,

The mice in their burrows,
The trees and the leaves,
All start to shudder
When they hear the first scream.

Melancholy, anger,
Happiness, fear,
The cry is weak,
The voice is clear.

The result, the consequence,
of bottling inside -
This is a sound,
An all-reaching cry.

When it starts to die down,
The world seems relieved.
The trees stop shaking,
The dropped are retrieved.

All forget
The explosion of sound,
But brace themselves
For when it next comes round.

Emotions, trapped
in a thick, thick shell.
Til, bottled inside,
They begin to swell.
Bursting outward -
Escaping in a yell,
This is the sign
That all is not well.

It's silent, of course,
And nothing can hear
The sad, deep sound
Of anger and fear.
It comes as a shock,
With seconds to spare,
As it brings tears to eyes
And chills the air.

Melancholy, anger,
Happiness, fear
The cry will be weak,
The voice, clear.
This is the consequence
Of bottling inside,
A silent, emotional,
Frightening cry.