The Bridge Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Momentary graduate school weakness :)

School was an extra special breed of bad today
I think, as I pass over the bridge that will lead me home
It would be so easy
Just to end it all
I don’t want to quit
Because quitting is failing
But falling isn’t failing
It would be so easy
Just to lean a little to the left
And slip over the railing
To fall would be floating
And land softly at the bottom
It would be so easy
To end it all and worry no more
About grades and tests and what people think
Just drop over the edge
They’d find me, so peaceful
But then my phone rings
And I’m back with the living
Guess I’ll go home and crack open the books


Submitted: April 02, 2009

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Elliott

wow
sometimes school can takes us to the brink but you just gotta push through
know that the harder you work now- the easier your life will be later
it's true- and believe it
feel free to check out my works

Thu, April 2nd, 2009 10:28pm

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Haha thank you for the kind words, Elliot. That was a thought from last semester; things are much better now, but I thought it would make a good poem. I had a chat one afternoon with my classmates, and I realized we all at some point had had those tendencies, even if just in passing :) Like, if I got hit by one of the university buses, would I get all A's for the semester? Hahaha

Thu, April 2nd, 2009 3:36pm

Starmling

That's exactly how I feel when school becomes more stressful, I like how you put it into words. :]

Sat, April 4th, 2009 8:59pm

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Thanks!

Sat, April 4th, 2009 2:24pm

romp365

I wrote a piece way back when I was in college and felt similar feelings. I was burnt out and weary of the grind the school year offered. Obviously, I made it through...same as you.

However, as I read through your lines on this poem, I couldn't help but begin speculating all the ways one could "off themselves" accidentally on this planet and no one would be the wiser.

Thanks for giving me the chance to "fantasize" about a very "real" issue.

Tue, April 14th, 2009 4:27pm

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Thank you for reading! Isn't it funny the places our minds go when we get really stressed?

Tue, April 14th, 2009 9:39am

Fleur Elizabeth

I believe that you could do better at the internal struggle taking place. A true poem draws the emotion from the reader with every word that's written, typed, or spoken. From reading this, I don't get the sense of being stressed as much as someone feeling sorry for him or herself. Wishing they were doing something else rather than having to be the dutiful student and study 100% of the time.

Sat, April 25th, 2009 6:29pm

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This was just a snapshot of my personal feelings at the time. It was not meant to be what someone else was feeling, and I wrote exactly what I felt at the time. While it may not be a 'true poem', in your opinion, I did feel every emotion it conveyed. I'm sorry if there wasn't enough depression in it for you. I'm just never really that depressed.

I apologize if you were misled by the poem's intent. I will try harder next time to better preface my work in the summary.

Sat, April 25th, 2009 11:39am

Lady Elizabeth

To clarify for everyone, the focus of this poem was the moment of weakness felt, not the actual stress itself. Stress was the cause of the weakness, yes, but the poem's intent is to allow the reader to follow the thought process of that weakness. It's almost like a daydream, if you will.

Sat, April 25th, 2009 6:44pm

Fleur Elizabeth

Depression isn't the issue, nor is it the synopsis. For me, it was more the words chosen. Yes the words you chose did most likely fit the feelings you had, however more likely than not, you could've chosen a different collection of words that conveyed a stronger sense of stress, rather than depression.

Sat, April 25th, 2009 7:05pm

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Like I explained earlier, it wasn't an issue of stress. Obviously I've done a poor job of conveying that message, again. I won't, however, apologize for my choice of words, for they said exactly what I wanted them to. There doesn't need to be a 'stronger sense of stress', because it was not a strong emotion at the time.

Sat, April 25th, 2009 12:10pm

vampirealice94

wowo, that's exactly how it is! Magic way to say it xP
xoxo, vampirealice94

Thu, April 30th, 2009 7:24pm

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thanks for the comment!

Thu, April 30th, 2009 12:25pm

angelmona

great poem! i guess we all feel weak sometimes it's jus life^_^ i luv everything u write XD Mona

Sun, May 3rd, 2009 11:01pm

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Thanks so much, Mona! I really appreciate the comment!

Sun, May 3rd, 2009 4:06pm

Mademoiselle Jolie

Screw what Fleur Elizabeth said, I thought this was a good poem (:

I honestly think u have talent, and I really like reading what you've wrote

Mon, June 8th, 2009 11:47pm

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Haha, thanks Jolie! *(high five)* I'm glad to hear you enjoy reading my stuff!

Mon, June 8th, 2009 4:51pm

Magical Personification

Wow. Good job with the poem about school. Keep it up. =)

Thu, June 11th, 2009 6:41pm

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Thanks kiddo!

Thu, June 11th, 2009 11:55am

Lady Leah

Wow okay, that was a bit intense, I mean, suicide, thats a heavy topic, but I enjoyed how it flowed, I enjoyed the way she/he comes back into reality with the phone ringing, and back to the books, we all feel like that from time to time, great poem, giving it an "I LIKE."
xD
~Lady Leah~

Wed, June 17th, 2009 7:14am

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Thanks for reading! It's kind of supposed to be a what-if dream sequence, and yeah, it does include a heavier topic, so I didn't put it in my featured. Glad you liked it!

Wed, June 17th, 2009 4:53am

Graeme Montrose

You did a great job here, it is not an easy subject to broach and you handled it well. Good one!

Thu, June 10th, 2010 6:02am

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