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Lady Ayla Member
since 2008-07-19
Posts 84WV, United States |
The day dims, the colors sharpen. Night slowly wraps herself around the sky, embracing her children. Her walkers of the night, who feel solitude hearing her dark whispers. There is this girl, her sunglasses astride the top of her head, hardly ever been worn, who is laughing so joyfully, experiencing happiness with her friends. She listens to the people talk, all the while keeping an eye out for the one person who she didn't want to meet. The one person who made her feel horrible, and responsible. Should she run, or hide? She walks with one of her best friends, the friend who shares a love for reading, who trades books with her, who is of Guamanian decent, and slightly related to Micheal Jackson. The friend who will laugh when she says "Burn pewter." Who's soul digs deep into the words written on pages, and makes them real by speaking of the worlds in the story-books. Worlds where a girl can jump between buildings, who can enter another portal, can channel a dead person's thoughts through a mantra, and where the forbidden fruit cause bats to swarm down on you and tear off slides of your skin. Out of nowhere, her friend asks, "Isn't that him?" And points. It was him, the love of her life, and she smiles at her friend. "I love you! I would have never seen him without you!" And she rushes to catch his attention, slipping an ice cube down his back and winking. She walks her friend to the edge of the carnival grounds, waiting for the ride. Her friend is gone, and her eyes search out her pray beneath the fuzzy atmosphere. Funnel cake swirls with the mixture of fresh squeezed lemonaid, made by a perverted boy who will show it to anyone who asks, even while on the bus. The love is walking with his friend, and they exchange smiles and pleasantries, all the while, her heart is burning and her fingers are idlying playing with his. Then he leaves the fairgrounds, and she walks with another friend, this one a dangerous friend, who causes trouble and doesn't care. A friend who is of Russian decent, but has the same passion for books. A friend who will groan at the mention of "Kartik" and laugh when asked "Did that friend of yours ever get any lessons?" They lay beneath a tree with two other friends, one a girl who's brother use to fawn over this girl, the other a boy who is a little slow when it comes to reading, who is dating one of her friends. The two girls leave, leaving this girl and the boy alone. She didn't want to be scared, but she couldn't help feeling self- consious when his gaze traveled over her legs, to the loose shorts that she was wearing. He wants to touch her and she wishes desperatly for her friends to return. His obsession is with her ass, but she laughs off his remarks with jokes of her own. If she screamed, someone would come. But she didn't scream, she made excusses and turned back to her friends when they came back to her, laughing at bumping into each other. He hugs her to him, and whispers "Can I touch?" She laughs at him, and pushes him away. "No!" She uttered firmly, rolling her eyes at the aspect. She use to respect him, use to think that he was nice, but the one chance he could go back on her friend, and he tries to. She shakes off the notion of telling her other friend, and hugs her two other friends tight, wrapping an around each to try to shake off the fear that constricted her throat. She had come close, but not close enough for worry. She looked up at the sky, her head tilted back, and stared at the crimson moon. "You didn't get me tonight," she whispered, "Nor will you get me next time." She closed her eyes lightly, and left the fairgrounds behind. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Lady Ayla, I enjoyed your writing very much. "Fair Grounds" Now I see the word not as one, but two. What are fair grounds for friends to walk? I think you hit the center of the target with this one. Grounded in respect. I like your attitude and take on this one. By the way, I'd like to welcome you to the blue pages. I hope you find it as enjoyable and helpful as I have. miscellanea |
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Lady Ayla Member
since 2008-07-19
Posts 84WV, United States |
Merci. I am very glad that you enjoyed reading my poem. I'm still trying to get a hold of all the forums and posts and replies, but I feel very welcomed. |
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StaceyBenjilt Junior Member
since 2008-08-21
Posts 12WV, USA |
Love it! And not just 'cause I'm in it.  |
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