Mr. He knew everything and everyone
knew the right and wrong
Mr. He kept to himself
on his lips a soft folk song
Quiet humor shared
and never understood
but she still tried to listen
still felt the same
Little She knew nothing
played a quiet tune or two
in the dark, felt the same
how could she complain
He was shy, average, plain
He was absolutely
beautiful
So much that she couldn't keep him
from looking away
Finding a girl willing to fight
Little She never fights
never tries.. its.. her fault
its her fault
its her fucking fault
that nothing ever turns out
the way it should.
Little She is not little
But she still calls herself
whatever she feels.
is she worthy
of Big She's pride?
though Big She never had any
pride to begin with
Mr. He loved to do the right
never knew the admiration
felt by passerby
He sang a song inside
about Little She
about Big She
and how beautiful
they both were.
Each sang a song
out of key and out of tune
But the audience
still applauds
Author notes
Mr. He really knew nothing about anyone or anything. Big She and Little She never understood how much they admired each other. And each one of them decieved the other through various masks and sweet words.
A contest entry
- Define Beauty. by FlaviusArrianus.
950 points, ended June 14, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow this was really....different. but in a good way! i loved how you intertwined the whole musical idea. it was cool i liked this, a very original piece. my favorite parts were "mr.he knew everything and everyone,knew the right and wrong. Mr.he kept to himself, on his lips a soft folk song" and "each sang a song, out of key and out of tune, but the audience, still applauds."
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<3 Love love this write.
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