Love Story Chapter 2~ Chapter 2 ~
Here we are, 12 years later. Rosie is still my very best friend, and my feelings for her run deeper every day. She still doesn't know that I love her; I've been too afraid to tell her. So many fears are keeping me from her I'm scared that she'll say no. I'm scared that I'll drive her away. I'm scared that something will happen and she'll stop being my friend. That's my biggest fear of all. I can't not have her in my life, and I want to be so much more to her than just a friend. I need to stop being so afraid.
"Eli! Wait for me!" I heard that sweet voice and my knees turned to pudding. I turned around to see my beautiful red-head trotting towards me. My heart stopped and my limbs went numb. Even though I feel that way when she's far away, somehow, when she's close, I feel comfortable and those symptoms go away.
"Eli, how come ya c'n never wait more th'n five minutes for me?"
"It's not my fault you're slow. I gotta get t
White And BlackWhite And Black
White and black,
Two simple colors
Creating nothing short
Of a rainbow.
It's been used
So many ways,
I could play
For days and days.
Most kids don't see it
The way I do,
Because their parents force them to
Just sit there for hours and hours,
Plunking along, it sounds so sour.
If they got to play
What they wanted to,
They'd think it sweet
The way I do.
The CoolThe Cool
I only live, submerged, in the cool,
Color, sound, movement, that's my life's rule.
No one can teach it, ain't in no school,
Only way to learn is to not be a tool.
The cage against the wings, the neverending duel,
The dull, the plain, preserved only for the fool,
Live life, breathe air, make your own rule,
So when you dive, you dive into the cool.
Nervous stomachs, nervous hands,
You hear people speak of dampened sands.
Of shovels shifting through the snow,
To cover up a mother's woes.
Of lonely roads which no one knows.
Of vorpal blades slaying great beasts,
Of people achieving emotional feats.
The crowd claps, the spotlight shines,
You hope you can remember your lines.
You start to belt, to muse, and just then,
Before you know it, you've reached the end.
The crowd cheers, you happily sigh,
You feel as though your ten miles high.
The people got what they came to see,
They saw you musing poetry.
Love Story Chapter 1~Chapter 1~
It was the first time I'd ever seen her. We were only four then, and as such I'd never known real love before. But as I looked into those vivid emerald eyes, I came closer than I ever had. The only thing I regret about that day, however, is that our meeting wasn't under better circumstances.
It was my second day at pre-school. This big kid, Chuck, had stolen my lunch, took the chocolate chip cookie out of it, and trampled the rest of it while his two behemoth cronies held me down and forced me to watch. Afterwords, I was left there, crying as my stomach growled furiously. Suddenly I heard a girl yelling. I looked up and, to my surprise, I saw a little girl staring up at those jerks as they towered over her. It looked like David and Goliath, and it ended up the same way. She had sent them off crying, I couldn't believe it! Then she turned her attention to me. I was in shock. She was beautiful: rich auburn hair that
Film NoirFilm Noir
Im trapped inside a film noir,
Where Im the leading man.
The sap whos happiness is set so far
Apart from the people in the stands.
My silver flesh looks dead to me, my molasses blood washed out,
Drunken loneliness is the norm for me,
Of that I have no doubt.
Rarely, I see beauty in the world,
That golden light I hate to lose,
But that golden girl whose dress unfurled,
Pushes my heart, once more, through abuse,
Back to my desk, my lonely little din,
To making love to my whiskey, my tonic, my gin.
The people who watch my life play out,
Entertained by my sorrow,
They will never know what it truly means,
To live inside this film noir.
This poem was inspired by the song Flesh and Blood by Joe Henry, and by the titular genre from cinemas golden age.
Samples lyrics from "Piano Man" by Billy Joel