I sat in class
Empty and numb
And cold
And alone.
Then through the crowd
Of oblivious peers
Came a boy
Whom I have hardly known
Forever.
And the boy handed me a piece of paper
Small and neatly folded.
As I reached for it
Our fingertips touched breifly
And electricity shook the numbness away
I opened it slowly, as he watched my face,
Predicting emotion.
But what he got
Was more than likely shock
,which I felt
As a warmth flooded my chest
As I realized i was not alone
As I stared at the slip of paper
That held a beautiful portrait
Of me.
And I looked stoically complete.
This is a poem that was written for me by a girl who I drew from across the room one day. I still have the sheet of paper that the original is written on, and I read the words again all the time. It's a comfort to know that I could inspire this kind of work with just a spur-of-the-moment drawing... even if all of the words aren't true.
Some of my homebiscuits...
MoonlightSonata
afterdark
dEaRaMbElLiNa
Fallen Knight
LordOfTheFallen
mysticdawn
FlamingStoat
Shattered Muse
lickmyboots
unsolicitated
Some other people who would be worth your while...
randomatic
NightTiger
Maddles
chasingtheday
Ferret
angelicfraud
Empty and numb
And cold
And alone.
Then through the crowd
Of oblivious peers
Came a boy
Whom I have hardly known
Forever.
And the boy handed me a piece of paper
Small and neatly folded.
As I reached for it
Our fingertips touched breifly
And electricity shook the numbness away
I opened it slowly, as he watched my face,
Predicting emotion.
But what he got
Was more than likely shock
,which I felt
As a warmth flooded my chest
As I realized i was not alone
As I stared at the slip of paper
That held a beautiful portrait
Of me.
And I looked stoically complete.
This is a poem that was written for me by a girl who I drew from across the room one day. I still have the sheet of paper that the original is written on, and I read the words again all the time. It's a comfort to know that I could inspire this kind of work with just a spur-of-the-moment drawing... even if all of the words aren't true.
Some of my homebiscuits...
MoonlightSonata
afterdark
dEaRaMbElLiNa
Fallen Knight
LordOfTheFallen
mysticdawn
FlamingStoat
Shattered Muse
lickmyboots
unsolicitated
Some other people who would be worth your while...
randomatic
NightTiger
Maddles
chasingtheday
Ferret
angelicfraud
- Last seen on Feb 18 7:51 PM 2006. Member since October 24, 2004.
- I'm a diamond love poet for 212 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "And he spoke: "There will be no more delay!"".
- I am a guy
- When I'm not writing, I'm a semi-professional massage therapist.
- I have 212 comments, 2 contests, 41 poems, 31 stories
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The sniper sighed and shifted a little, careful not to change his breathing or make too much noise. It was still several hours before the variables were due to walk on this ram
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She had always made his breakfast for him, before he got up. He would rise out of bed to the smell of coffee and pancakes, and put on the fresh-ironed suit with the white, star493 lines, 1 comment, December 16, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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I had been told since I was a child that there was a wizard living at the top of the mountain.
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HighlordTalymar on January 17, 2006I can't find it looking through your poetry... post a link and I'll look at it when I get the chance. Thanks.
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trialeyes on January 9, 2006Okay...I've read just one of your stories and seen a few of your comments on other pieces of literature. I was dearly hoping you would go take a look at my piece of literature i wrote that you commented on awhile back. I'd like your idea's on what i could do or add to complete it.. it's the one thats entitled the german name for graveyard.
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Co-Co-Cola on August 13, 2005man, I wish I could read your Mortia stories. The way you described them made them interesting and scary...too bad I'm too young heh ^ ^
