- The Longest Poem You'll Ever Die To -
OK, this is something I wrote when I was really bored in Geometry. So, read it, and tell me what you think of it. It's called:
- The Longest Poem You'll Ever Die To -
I sat and stared into the cool fall night. With my beanie on, I couldn't feel the breeze go through my hair. As dark shadow clouds passed over the stars, I wondered to myself, "Why am I here?" I had no reason to stay, and no reason to leave. Everything I had done in my short time here was right infront of me, I just couldn't reach it. I looked back up at the stars again and continued to think. Every once in a while, a vision of her wouldfind it's way to my head, and then fade away. I didn't know why, and I couldn't think of a reason either. After sitting there a good fourty-five minutes, I realised my Atreyu CD had ended. I took it out of the player, set it down on the table to my right, and pulled out a second one; Eighteen Visions. Just the band to put you in a thinking mood. With eyes shut the entire time, I click the CD into place, close the player, and press play. Between the pause of hitting play and the song starting, a hand grasps my right shoulder. At two o'clock in the morning, sitting out front of my house, I am anything less than confused. Pausing for a moment, still a bit edgy, I turn my head slowly. To my surprise and relief, it is her. I pull the headphone off my left ear and say hi in a quite, but still knowledgable tone. No answer. I turn around once more, and she is gone, but I can still feel her gentle hand on my shoulder.
- The Longest Poem You'll Ever Die To -
I sat and stared into the cool fall night. With my beanie on, I couldn't feel the breeze go through my hair. As dark shadow clouds passed over the stars, I wondered to myself, "Why am I here?" I had no reason to stay, and no reason to leave. Everything I had done in my short time here was right infront of me, I just couldn't reach it. I looked back up at the stars again and continued to think. Every once in a while, a vision of her wouldfind it's way to my head, and then fade away. I didn't know why, and I couldn't think of a reason either. After sitting there a good fourty-five minutes, I realised my Atreyu CD had ended. I took it out of the player, set it down on the table to my right, and pulled out a second one; Eighteen Visions. Just the band to put you in a thinking mood. With eyes shut the entire time, I click the CD into place, close the player, and press play. Between the pause of hitting play and the song starting, a hand grasps my right shoulder. At two o'clock in the morning, sitting out front of my house, I am anything less than confused. Pausing for a moment, still a bit edgy, I turn my head slowly. To my surprise and relief, it is her. I pull the headphone off my left ear and say hi in a quite, but still knowledgable tone. No answer. I turn around once more, and she is gone, but I can still feel her gentle hand on my shoulder.