A boy/man,
wearing:
a bright red shirt,
pink nail polish,
one thousand bracelets (pink and black),
A pick around his neck,
a studded black belt around his baggy jeans.
And has his black bangs hanging over his face, covering one eye.
Slowly walks down the hallway of his new school.
Girls dressed in mostly pink and have curly brown hair whispered dirty secrets and shot glances at him.
All he did was ignore them...
Girls dressed like he was admiringly stared at his calmness.
He walked down to his new locker,
next to a girl,
dressed like the preps, and the emo/gothics.
She stares at disbelief,
the only guy at school that EXPRESSED how he felt, or what was going on at home,
was right next to her,
she felt as if she was going to faint, but she did not.
She stared at him,
hoping that he would look from his schedule.
The bell rang, a small warning in the far-off distance.
She hurried to class,
everyone wondering,
besides her
‘Is He normal?’
She walked through the door, and remembered, nobody is “normal”.
As though a light were placed above her head,
his eyes met hers,
they both stared at each other throughout their first hour.
And of course,
they thought each other as “normal”.
Author notes
(Can't remember link)
-CantYouSeeImDying (used to be Anne1122)
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest (January) by Denierim.
1000 points, ended February 3, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hope it fits to the rules...
Comments
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Now this takes me back... I was never gothic or punk or anything of those gathegories, but I've always been different from other people. It seems the older I grow, the more different I get and I kind of like that fact. Proves to me there's something for me to show in this life, I guess... lol
I like this piece. It didn't flow perfectly but the roughness of this piece adds up to the subject and the emotions put in here. Difference is a big subject these days, as it rules our lives; especially at school. School's the place where everything happens and where everything starts so it's kind of sad some people go through all this just because for the want to be themselves.
Wonderful work with this one; thanks for sharing this with us!
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I like this...makes me think of my friend, who was a punk rocker growing up...cool view.
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