The Stupid Poem For English Class

Rated K+

Mello, Matt and Near's English Class in Whammy's, they are assigned to write a poem about anything, and it's contents will be kept a secret. A few interesting things come to light. Hints of MelloxNear.

Mello, Period 4, 16/9/03

Because I Have To

I'm doing this for my English Class,
This poem assignment really sucks ass.

But to be the best, I've got to try,
even if it's so superfluous I might just die.

I guess...Oh well.
You can go to hell.

This page is white, just like Him,
I wish I could print grey all over His skin.

Just to ruin something perfect.

I want to destroy
all His little toys,
feel them crush under my boot,
somehow affect that freak of a mute.

I will surpass His pedestal that has become His steady home,
which is why I'm stuck writing this senseless, ridiculous poem.

Near

Period Number Four

Date: September Sixteenth, 2003

I've never written a poem before.
To be honest I find it a waste of time.
To stop and think about something
as needless as words.

Mello is staring at me, or glaring, or
whatever it is he does.
I wonder if his poem is about me,
about how much he hates me.

Hate is such a strong emotion.
I bet Mello could feel it, but I cannot.
But I suppose my indifference is
the cause of his loathing.

Or is it something else?
I do not pretend to understand
the workings of that
violent
brash
ruthless
loud
impulsive
mind, and I won't try.

I just don't care enough.

Perhaps that is why he hates me.

Or is it something else?

Matt

Blond

I didn't know what to write this poem about,
but then I saw Mello glaring,
At Him.
Again.
Nibbling on chocolate and staring.
Again.
Fucking hell, for a genius he's a dumb ass
and I can't care to feel his plight,
because it's always him initiating,
the argument or fight.

Not that He participates,
in fact that's the reason why,
Mello glares like he does, wanting
to rip out white hair.
Grab the boy and hurt him, wanting,
to push him against a wall,
break something, scar something,
wanting...

Funny, then, how the kid never has a scratch on him.
His white skin remains clear,
and Mello can glare and sneer
But I'm not a fool, and Mello's not just cruel,
His pain can't be what Mello wants,
Or else He wouldn't be intact.
In fact...
Perhaps I'm incorrect, perhaps I shouldn't have the gall...
And perhaps Mello's wanting isn't about destroying at all.

A/N:

I always thought it would be interesting for there to be hidden feelings between Mello and Near that only Matt looked into close enough to see...and I really, REALLY tried to get into their heads. I can't see any of them being too poetic, really, but yeah...I hope it turned out okay. Comments, please?

Sincerely,

Vandy