I see her
That... young little girl
How old could she be
Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen?
She's so... tranquil
Cute, alone, sitting there
Reading
Her clothing is tom-boyish
Black jeans and a white tee
With a cut-up heart imprinted
Does her family love her?
Does she have family?
Still reading what could be
A cheap graphic novel
I watch, waiting
I am a lurker
A man of nineteen
I've never known love
But I adore this... thing
My long brown hair
Messily falls in my eyes
My all-black garb
Draws cold looks from cold eyes
But this girl
With her pale, white skin
Black hair and young eyes
Doesn't know me, see me
Doesn't even care
She'll be mine soon enough
But how?
They've all seen me
These... heartless "Humans"
Humane?
My ass
Their cold eyes always distrust me
But her sixth sense
Draws no attention to me
I'll take my chances
I sit next to her
On that cheap seat of cement
I sit next to her
And she pays me no notice
A striking comparison
To those who'd look strange at me
Before walking away
She doesn't care, though
A mistake?
The bright sun shimmers my eyes
As I watch into the sky holding it
A frog seems to have found its way in my throat!
What to say?
What to say?
I stare down to the floor
Of dirt, cement
Dry whilst nothing grows
My hands on my knees
My face ripe-red, must be
As she turns the page
"You a'right?"
She asks, not shifting her glance
I feel fake sweat on my face
I'm silent still
Will... can I go through?
Her expression still froze the same
"Yee-eah...! Just fine!"
I finally say
It's so late it feels so awkward
"Just fine..."
I hear her say "Nice", I think
But I'm not all too sure
Her eyes are still glued to that
Book...
"So, watcha reading?" I ask
I'll get no
Reply
She's probably just like
The rest
"Some stupid shounen," she says
Voice flat without expression
She's merely responding
Without any focus on
Me
Intent on that stupid
Book
"Oh?" I ask, curious about her
Maybe I can find something
To draw her out
"Any plot?" I prod
I may have found my hook
A bite might find to follow
She sets down that book
And shows those lovely blue eyes
An aura of sadness
Within them
"It's about some guy,"
She replies with honesty
An unfamiliar tone
"Who has a demon inside him."
Something hits that chord
I cannot go on!
She's hit an unseen weak point
She might know my life
Or probably not
But theres a definite first:
Understanding
She's looking at me
In my state of total shock
Innovation flickers in her face
"Take me away,"
She suddenly pleads
"Please"
For reasons unbeknown to me
I am THE lurker
A nineteen year old predator
My fear would make her my victim
But now I think I see
She might be the same as me
Though younger
As I tell to her
"Alright."
Author notes
I wrote this over the course of a week, adding a few lines at a time. I don't know if I'll go on with part II, but for now I'm leaving it open, because I've got a lot of ideas in my head, but I don't want to run them dry without thinking about it.
For now, though, I really like this poem. It's kinda telling a story of hitting such a low that you'd sexually abuse a child, but then being pulled out of it during the first stages of the act. My interpretation is my friend (Yes, I consider my fictional character a 'friend')/narrator of this story has realized he'd rather not screw up someone else's life, and would rather pull them out of their hell, if he's interpreted HER right.
A contest entry
- The Show Must Go On Round 1 of 5 by Willowhaunt.
450 points, ended September 28, 2007, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I think this poem is beautiful. There are some aspects of humanity that people prefer not to write about, pedophilia being one of them. But I have always felt that poetry is a more artful way to express and divulge the human condition. I appreciate this poem very much; not only is the content desirable (from my standpoint), but it is well written. Thank you for entering the contest.
Keep Quilling,
Whiskey -
well...that certainly is a hair puller
what a write......i'm not sure what to say...it's that
disturbing...and that's the power in it too...very brave
bold fearless warrior writer! Keep up the good work,
and I hope you finish this too!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen
think i'll go and hug my dogs now...really good imagery,
freaked us all out! (goodwork)
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Wow!! Very powerful! Though it started out a little disturbing, I liked how you described the emotions this stalker went through in debating on whether or not to approach her. And the ending was amazing. Very very nice write. I'd be interested in reading part II just to see what happens.
"I am a lurker
A man of nineteen
I've never known love
But I adore this... thing"
I loved this part, because it shows how the 'stalker' is combating with his emotions and the right and wrong complex. Very nice!
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Thanks, I put a lot of time into it, trying to make it into what it's become, though... originally not so much this as something else. But I like this version of it a lot better than what I'd originally tried to spew out, mostly because it's more of a testament about how low some of humanity can be, and how sometimes something gone that low, can come out of it, under the right circumstances.
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nice n' creepy
kinda distubing, errm, i hope this isn't true.... kinda freaky... but good just the same. This leaves you with a somewhat nauseating knot in the pit of your stomach you know will stay... hmmmmm....This, however, is very well-written, nice imagery, i can see the girl as clear as crystal....<(o)>* -
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Thank you, very much. It took a long time to actually get this poem to come out, and I hope it shows how much time I put into thinking about it. The original concept of the poem did change over that time (I'd originally meant for it to be a poem not to just put a knot in the pit of your stomache, but a huge hole), but now it's something... more, I'd say.
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