I met her years before, but we didn’t start dating until we were 18. No rhyme or reason, that’s just how things were to be. I was introverted, a shy kid, a swimmer, but not a jock; she was a cheerleader, popular, outgoing, and smart.
Several months later, Prom is on the horizon.
The limo was selected... black, a cadillac.
The tuxes, the dresses, the color and style
The time, the corsage, everything was right
The dream of being together all the while.
And so the story goes...
... until my secret broke.
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She did always wonder...why her house, and never mine? Why would I pick her up and just want to drive? She wasn’t stupid, just unfamiliar that black and blue were my unwilling colors.
My life without her was a battlefield. Beaten & bullied everyday by a demon who’s own shadow outweighed me.
Five days before prom and there’s no cause for alarm
Four days before prom and we’re arm in arm
Three days before prom I call her unharmed
Two days before prom...
And I don’t call, at all.
The very next night, I tell her about the fight. The bruises, the cuts and that I wouldn’t be wearing my tux.
I had trouble speaking, I couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t walk straight or smile without pain.
She said she wouldn’t go without me, but I insisted anyway.
Don’t let our friends down, go and have fun, wear your dress & your hair in a bun. I just can’t see you now, you don’t understand, I barely look human let alone your man.
In tears she hung up, upset and alone. No longer her shoulder to cry on, so I ran away from home.
The next day was the dance; I envisioned her beauty - oh what a sight; I slept in a cemetery that chilly spring night.
A lone tear was my kiss
Her corsage in my fist.
I closed my eyes and cried, because
I couldn’t... put it... on her wrist.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright © 2007
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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Thsi is a really great poem, keep up the good woek, and thank you so much for entering my contest, ♥ Christina
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emotional and heart wrenching, especially with what is left unsaid - the things that you do not detail (because they do not matter) and the things that you leave to the reader's imagination...
"She wasn’t stupid, just unfamiliar that black and blue were my unwilling colors."
the above is my absolute favorite line...
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I can't even begin to imagine how this must have felt. I was never invited to a prom, so I would imagine having a date...and then not being able to go because of this, I can't begin to tell you the feelings that rise up in me in reading this.
This is quite different for you, but well written none the less...one can definately feel the emotion poured into this memory...a memory I wish had turned out differently for you.
~B.
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wow!
this is such a sad poem here. I felt bad for you. prom is a night of magic in other words and though there's not really a prom here, I know how it feels like. The girls weraing beautiful dresses, guys with the tuxedos. oh!
such beauty.
It is indeed very sad in the part where you went to a cemetery to sleep. the last two lines were indeed the icing on the cake. That I feel is the best part of prom. being able to put the kiss on her wrist, if I am not mistake. Do take care and best of wishes in the contest!
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Damn...sometimes life is just unfair. This should have been one of the most beautiful nights from your life and because of the abuse it ended up horrible...I am so sorry you missed your girl that night that should have been so special...
The clock can never be turned back in time but I do hope you have had special nights later on with her...
Take care
XXJeannette
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Dang Brother,
Such a dark day of memories I can see have never faded from your tender soul.. You really captivated me with the story line, and the way the imagery dripped off the poetic pages like teardrops.. A pebble that ripped the liquid stage of a once beautiful pond. I can appreciate your poetry brother, that's honesty.. and I hope you have brighter days.. But nonetheless, no-one I know share Pang like you do.
Peace, bro Timothy
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... Wow... okay... Even though this had it's own little style that didn't really come off as poetry at first... with each line I felt more connected to this... it was so deep... full of so much passion. Thank you so much for entering and good luck.
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Very well written, such a sad read. Yet written so beautifully. Best of luck in the contest.
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