[Tried free-form poetry here as was inspired by Ellen Hopkins. >>;
Idk, just tried it. It's technically fiction, was trying a story idea in a new way so...yeah. I will be continuing this.
and asty said to post this here >>;;; So don't eat me.]
2 A.M. Phone. Call.
a fumbled hand
reaching from under
a mass of cloth
groping around in the dark
searching for the phone
that was incessantly ringing.
A glance at the clock.
It was well after ten,
I'd wanted to
get to bed early
but it didn't seem likely.
Once it Shut Up
Only a text message.
From him again.
Things were falling apart.
He needed help.
Was I free?
Of course I was.
When could I be over?
Immediately?
Okay.
Would he come let me in?
Sure, but I'd half to cross campus to him
Alone?
Alone. If that was alright.
That's fine.
I'd be right over.
Grabbing the Keys
Hanging up the phone,
I stood up and wiggled
into clothing that was more
appropriate than the sweats
for being around the opposite sex.
I'd wanted to get
to sleep early but that
was obviously, clearly
not happening now.
never did when
it was like this
when I was needed
Hair pulled up tight
into a tail
Sweatshirt pulled over
my head.
October was chilly.
Four Hours Later
crisis avoided
plan put in action
to fix things.
back in my own room
couldn't stay at his
had to walk back alone.
same old same old.
crawl in bed
pull the covers
over head
breathe
sleep
rinse
and repeat the next day.
Would He
talk to me
outside the dorms?
Probably not.
Maybe.
Patronizingly.
But it could be worse.
Happened quite often.
But still it was manageable
That's how
I'd get through it.
Smile and manage.
Two Weeks Later
everything was fixed
life was so good
for him and for me
a big breakthrough
he'd said, I'd said
closer still they'd become
but now the glass dripped
the sand bits of time and
now it was quiet
no longer got calls
to hang out
when
the weather
was poor
or good
or anything
in between.
Why then
I do this
is questionable
knowing that
it would stop
the 2 am calls
and 3 am talk-downs
I could do
other things
meet
other people
ah
if only life
was that simple
Nothing
I say when people
stick their nose in my face
and mention the things i'd
like to erase
I know they don't care
They're just saving face
Everyone knows
when the light is too weak
people skip out
they can't handle
the beat.
H1N1
the big nasty pig
he'd been sick
his fever'd been high
I'd sat with him
in the dark
when his girl
could not
but now I
was the one
who was sick
in the bed
and he never stopped by
Teachers
preach
mercy
to stay
safe at home
get better, rest up
drink fluids
don't worry
don't fret
just rest
they also
say
faker
grow up
you're not sick
move on
push forward
or just quit
I wasn't
always alone
I wasn't
always by myself.
Sometimes
friends would come by
Sometimes
they would pop by
after being tormented
after being whined at
or
if
they wanted to
make a withdrawl
from the
sur-
-charge
free
ATM
i'm the only one
in town
who is free
the others will charge you
$3.50
plus tax
You know?
When you put the
information
for the card
in the boxes on
paypal
They ask
'Can we have the security code?'
'The expiration date?'
'No ma'am, infinity'
Is not an actual number
Because in the real world
things expire.
When
I was good
I was bad
when
I was okay
I was lying
when
I was sad
I would smile
when
I was alone
you were right.
One day it hit me
like a bullet
or maybe a chance
either way it hurt
but it woke me up
I mean
who doesn't wake up
when you hear the sound
of a bullet ripping through
the air above your head?
it's a sickening
sound
especially
in d major
I knew it then
The thoughts
I'd suppressed
The feelings
I'd hid
The knowing
I'd pushed away
I knew it then
It'd come back
It'd come back
like
a
y
o
o
y.
I've always
tried to deny it
I've always
tried to forget it
I've always
tried to pretend
I've always
tried to fight it
I've always
known I know it
Holidays
aren't supposed to be hated
time away
from school from work for play
legalized laziness
not something
people should hate
but I honestly
hate them
Mistletoe
comes with the holiday
I hate most of all
Put it up
wander under
and
if someone else
meets you there
kiss and tell
but
kissing your hand
hurts.
Smiling
when i say goodbye
watch you and
your #2
leave in tandem
a smile
a wave
a goodbye
shut the door
lean
against the back
slip
slip
slide
touching the floor
the threat of
moisture
too much to bear
standing up
Sometimes
I don't want to let
her go back to you
my friend too
you know?
I don't like to share
I
share with you
I'm alone
You
share with me
you have others
but
I have to
Good Girls
aren't selfish
Good girls
don't over-wish
Good Girls
smile through sorrow
Good Girls
get up tomorrow
Good Girls
never cry
Good Girls
always lie