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[sid] => 132216
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ciao Desecrate Perr
[time] => 2007-02-28 02:20:24
[hometext] => Not completed
[bodytext] => In between the blooms, In between the flawless and the bruised. In between the blooms, there stands a friend. His flying between the stars on his painted paper-plane And I was just a thing molded round to fit my surrounding Altering like a clay… or removed. So this is my friend, The one who evolved beyond feeling, Maybe like a God or a should. Here he comes again Fixing the street of the broken, Flushing around the hole of morning stains. Oh how much beauty of the lock dashed around with razor haze. Comb, tape, drawers Little things, how they’re just items, How I adore the face of likely fools. I watch the sun gently fall, Slowly appealing the damned and the lonely BUT my Satisfaction never adapted the comfort of smiles. (and I was) just seating on a bench. Seating! Forever stayed. Oh here he comes, that kid, the one I still humor entitling a ‘friend’ BUT… those eyes deserve me… He threw himself for an unpleasant seating. I bit my lips, ready to speak on a violent note from a virgin tongue, “Certainly greetings, Sir” I bitterly laughed Where my opinions was just a half/ modeling my sighs and taunts under my tainted lies. “Same to you” he shies fully replied, and nothing more. Wrinkled my facial expressions became as he insulted I with his facial Fame his features becoming almost ----- intimidating. “How old is such as you” I said “Fourteen” he spoke; stroking his youthful skin. I was at the age, beyond the years of fourteen but Still battling the days of creative sin. He opened up his breath of a delicate speaking:----------- He had the nerve to ask my name. ‘Gagne’ I spoke, or so I claimed. He then told me his name; at least I’ve something to call, Than a ‘friend’ Drew it was. But I had no time to put this ****ing conversation to a tight conclusion because To my sense, here comes the bus. I was back at school To the start of my senior years And I was at the tail of again meeting Drew. Maybe I’ve matured? Maybe I’ve matured since our last encounter? Maybe I’ve matured to a man? But how can I escape his view after the gathering of his upsetting presents of same lectures? I was at the tide of missing another one of my favorite lessons: The academic of (drowning your own best friends) But that was not the case, nor did it include the concept of drowning nor the in confidence of last request: Oh, the modern loathe of gym. Here again Drew A desecrate peer as I like to call Clothing himself as he abundant the stranger, he once was. Meanwhile throwing his gym bag blindly colliding the floor. As usual he approached me; as a cause of previous encounter Tucked with a smile on the wrong idea But somehow, I didn’t seem to care. I was brave enough to supply the first words, “Oh my God it’s you.” I painfully spoke as intimidation still occurred; Our face was parallel we facially canceled each other As his was straight and mine was dropped. “hey wow twice in one day --- strange enough dude in four years of education in this school not once have we spoke till today.” …“So you seekth the strange ways of today Oh how two grays finally canceled each other Oh how two peers To be found my each other. Don’t you see how a lustful breast such as I can call you my friend” “Breast?” In disgust, he replied; he paternally took two steps backwards away from me. “Oh come on just a little joke.” “Steady humor but crosses the line of ones step ------ literally” “One shouldn’t be disturbed by the sorrow of natures call on ones ears or another phone.” “Ok…” another agreement he again ‘unfold’ “Monogamy doesn’t split the continuation of numbers but one life doesn’t equal one love.” Certain pause drowned the air; certain confusion frowned the stare, “The **** are you talkin’ about?” “Why settle for relationship while girls model for the single satisfaction of a gentleman’s touch” “What?” “What… you speak like you don’t know.” “But I don’t know.” “You shouldn’t cloth yourself with the feathers of so little knowledge of how to go, but should Carry yourself with the understanding of the needs of adultery ----- adult as you’re” “I’m only fourteen” “Yes I know, a young one was already what it is already before the becoming.” Drew became more and more concerned about the conversation unaware of the noise that cawed beside him; I had him where I wanted. “Now do you understand?” “No!” I crunched my hand desperately attempting to strike my frustration, tightly hiding behind the mask of both worlds. “You should slither away from the God given curse that forever dressed your flesh and hidth you in the day that the sun Dear shines no virgin.” “But a virgin might be what I want to be.” “Look, who do you think you are? Do you think your some type of King? Do you think your Jesus? Even the pope regrets the ignorance of a virgin mind… are you ignorant? “I don’t know, But now I know that I should have never have spoken to you, you monster… you wouldn’t know. Excuse me while I find myself a dodge ball team.” Drew stepped away from me; I tried to bring that boy Joy, Happiness. But all I could question was if it was the right choice Or the adding of another foolish mistake? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 31 [informant] => SomeDude [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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