I lay on my bed
Listening to the soft, flowing music.
I am dwelling in the peace it brings me,
Reminiscing in the memories.
One memory brought me back to that day.
I was pointing at a cloud.
It was in the shape of a feather,
Even with all of the tiny details.
I closed my eyes
And imagine myself in the old days
When you needed a quill, ink, and and inkwell,
Just write one little word.
I'm laying on my bed again,
But this time I can't feel a thing.
What was it my mom called it?
Oh yeah. This was my apathetic behavior.
I shut off the music
And picked up my novel,
Wishing the day would end up more exciting.
Breaks from school were so boring.
I got to a part on the page I was reading
That made me go off into La-La-Land.
I was thinking of the note I had received,
The one that was hidden in my dresser.
I turned my attention back to the book.
I was surprised to find it was the last page.
So I finished it and shut it,
Reaching over and picking up another paperback.
This was one of my favorites.
It told a story of a young girl
Who fell in love with a guy with cancer.
She didn't even care the he always needed medicated things.
Once more, my brain was reading,
But my subconscious personality was reeling with memories.
I remembered that one night,
The night I spent laughing with him.
My eyes were filled with tears
And I was rolling on the floor and laughing.
We were holding hands and just talking.
We didn't need anything romantic to hold our relationship.
I was pulled out of my daydream,
Filled with a fit of coughing.
This had been going on for weeks.
I was scared it was something serious.
I wished he were still with me
To reassure me that everything would be okay.
I wanted to feel his touch
And let him fill me with life again.
I wanted him to hold me close,
Whisper that he loves me in my ear,
And kiss me softly in the starlight.
But he wasn't there for me anymore.
I wished my life was all black and white,
But lately with this love here,
Everything was in a shade of gray.
I was so confused all the time.
A knock on my door pulled me back to reality.
My mom came in with a note in her hand.
She gave it to me without saying a word.
I opened it slowly, wondering who it was from.
The calligraphy on the page was beautiful,
But it was scrawled in a male's handwriting.
Who in the world was writing this to me?
It was a love letter... without a name.
My heartbeat sped up
And I lept off my bed.
"Who is this from?!"
I shrieked to my mom.
She answered calmly saying,
"It's from that kid you really seem to hate.
The one from your section in band."
I was totally horrified.
I shredded the note up right then and there.
That kid was a creeper
And I wanted nothing to do with him!!
I went back to my room.
Ten minutes later,
A plate of cookies was delivered to my house.
I took the note and read,
"Don't tear this one up - it's not who you think."
I started rocking back and forth,
My insides squirming with delight.
This handwriting was normal...
I knew who it was.
I grabbed my fluffy pillow,
The one with the fuzzy outside covering
And sat on my bed.
I was more confused than ever.
The doorbell rang a third time
And I ran up the stairs, three at a time
Determined to see who it was.
I expected the person to run.
Standing in the doorway was that guy.
The guy I'd been waiting for.
The guy I'd been missing for so long.
I stood in the middle of the room in shock.
He slowly walked toward me
And whispered ever so softly,
"You are the piece of gold in my stash of silver
And I will treasure you in my heart forever."
My eyes started to water
And the dam of tears broke.
They were the tears I'd wanted to shed for so long,
The ones I had no reason to let fall.
I looked up into his Cerulean colored eyes
As he held me tight against him.
I never wanted him to let me go,
And I was 100 percent sure he felt the same.
He led me outside
And we sat together until dusk came.
The night was still warm
But we retreated inside anyway.
My eyes started to water again
As I thought of how I felt.
He asked if I was okay
But I brushed it of as dust in my eye.
After all the months and years of misery,
I had finally found my comfort.
We cuddled on the couch,
Wrapped in an old thin quilt.
We sat there until morning
When we heard the church bell ring.
The whole day before seemed
Like the dim imagery of a dream.
After what had happened with him,
My spirit was filled with joy
And I thought it would overflow.
This guy sitting next to me was so wonderful.
I always wished we would get back together,
But my hope had been starting to dwindle.
Now I'm glad I had taken the time to create even the smallest hope.
I just sat there and thought of everything.
I was so happy to have him with me
And I knew that I had always loved him.
From that moment on, I always would.
Author notes
This kind of about Daniel since I wish we could get back together but it's mostly about just two people who love eachother and have always wanted to together. Sorry it's so long, but I used this word bank and it was hard to do a short poem with all the words, so it ended up really long. 
Hope you all enjoy it!
Peace
Cloud
Inkwell
Apathetic
Novel
Music
Note
Paperback
Medicated
Subconscious
Romantic
Coughing
Life
Starlight
White
Black
Calligraphy
Scrawled
Shredded
Rocking
Rolling
Fuzzy
Fluffy
Silver
Water
Cerulean
Dusk
Dusty
Comfort
Quilt
Bell
Ring
Imagery
Spirit
Thought
Create
A contest entry
- Random Options by Simply Simple.
1200 points, ended March 27, 50 entries
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Comments
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Holy crow! Am I a sucker for love stories or what? Anyway, sorry for the late comment, but... I adored this!! It was sooooo sweet. Thanks for sharing.
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Love is a hard old fellow,
very deep and very shallow.
I thought it was a bit too long, but you kept me interested until the end
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Outstanding
I liked the section when you were confused as to what was happening with the different messages and people at the door. It was intriguing and I wanted to find out what was going to happen next. This had good pace and I liked the ending. A warm and romantic poem.
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Why thank you for this amazing comment!
It's nice to know people like my writes.
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I felt like because you used a word bank, it kind of made the poem a little random. But it was really simple, and the love that you wrote about was well communicated, good write!
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Interesting
I understand the pain of wishing to be with someone and not being able to. I am currently grounded for leaving campus for lunch and I have not seen my Goddess in almost a day and the pain is nearly unbearable, I feel constantly as if I am on the verge of tears, just barely holding on to sanity. Sorry didnt mean to rant or complain just to tell you that I understand and that this is a wonderfully written poem.
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Oh you can rant all you want - I do it all the time when I'm commenting... lol
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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I too like the story of this poem. Very well written and spoken.
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Long but very much worth the read ~
I like the story-telling feel of this write; there is much to focus on but you hold my attention well throughout - which isn't always easy
Great write
Best of Luck in the Contest
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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This is very long. You lose me in some places and I feel as though you've told this story which can be so clear in less words. It is hard to keep the attention of people, though, particularly me
The use of cerulean was great, branching out in vocabulary is something I'm slowly working towards.
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It's long because of the word bank - it's hard for me to use that many words in a short poem. You would know this if you read the author's notes... Sorry about that!
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I like the small details in this that really make it feel real, like daydreaming and hugging your fluffy pillow. A long piece, for sure, but I at least was interested throughout, always looking to the next stanza to find out more of the story you were telling. I like how the tone changes in this, from boredom, to a kind of almost depression, and then to the hope and joy of the end. I enjoyed reading this.
Well penned,
~lost
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This is a wonderfully written love story, and I was glued to the very last line. I love it!!!
Love & Light
Debbera
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Took me back to the emotions when I was your age and your experiences...awesome write.
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i love how you described his hair not with just blonde burnette and so one (random my dog is snoring) but back to the poem great write great love story and my heart wanted so much for it to be about daniel and that you two can be together i really see the love you have
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My poem ended up kinda long with the word bank too. This is so cute! I loved it. Their love is adorable. And the creeper's note -HAHAHA gotta love the sketchy kids... anywho nice write and good luck
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hahaha actually the creeper thing is real.. lol
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omg really???????
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Yep... and he's in my section for marching band like it says... he won't stay away from me and it's scary.. I only answer the questions I feel like I should answer.. other than that, I just ignore him. He's CREEPY!!!! lol
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