Open Poetry #21 |
And So it Began - the story of mike-n-me (response to Serenity's personal challenge!) |
Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
I was a brat, tender age of 13. My CD player was filled with country, musicals, Madonna. I was naive, had never known pain. Had never known much beyond my own word processor. My brother, the true computer geek in our house, introduced me to this foreign concept called the 'internet'. I shrugged and turned away until he showed me just what you could do. Well, I wreaked havoc with melodrama in any interactive site I could get people's attention, and I read millions of trashy horror stories, all a bit too twisted for such a young girl. I was so feisty and childish and (of course) always right. I would talk to any author I came across that I liked. When they responded, I usually got scared by pretentious vocabularies and never tried again. Upon the finding of a wonder(?) called Tumours, I decided I liked this guy with a weird last name. Told him as much in an eager email, then months passed and my child's attention span forgot he had ever existed. That very September, a sheepish reply came. Sorry he hadn't answered, but it was his university account, and he had been home all summer. He didn't understand why I liked his work so much, and he accepted gracefully when I forced my own at him. We were both so very young, though I younger than he (and I suppose that can't ever change, though maturity levels tend to flip and flop around). He had religious hangups. I was stuck up and closed minded. He was a hardcore metalhead who could never act on his angry bitter thoughts. I was a girl who wrote about suicide while crying to formulaic country songs. Things changed when I was almost 14, and I got the news of my best friend's suicide. Suddenly there was nothing left, and the empty space was slowly crept in on by none other than who I then called Chmielecki. In 9th grade, I told my girlfriends I was going to marry him. One looked at me wryly and asked if he knew that yet. The answer was no, but I wouldn't let a little thing like that keep me down. He found himself a faraway love, and I took to pouting a lot. Our friendship still grew, and we fed off each other's music, but I was spiteful; still a little brat. Nine Inch Nails was our strongest bond. Angry and desperate and sad and confused. Had I not been 15, I would have understood better that this could never bode well for my wishes and dreams. A fragment of him appeared in all my stories; his music, our age gap, anything I could slip past him. Some things that were blatant, though those stories quickly died. A few accusing poems, then I grew out of that too. He needed me then. His faraway love had broken apart. He moved to California and I dreamed he moved to Calgary. I was 16, and my greatest worries were my own self-obsessed depressions. I fell in love with a prep-skate band geek, and threw myself at Mike every time I got hurt. I tried to date a neurotic metalhead, and that ended badly, with him in the psych ward. Mike and I had been using the words I love you since sometime in the second year, but it was then that he started to panic over the meaning. It almost seemed like a lie to him, like pseudo-lovers that could never be. Being as feisty as I always was, I got defensive and it became a fight. I put our friendship on the line to get him to back down. It ended well, though difficultly. It seems I have a knack for getting my way. It was on June 29th that he gave in, and I was finally granted our more-than-friends. It was a clumsy transition, though now two years past. We have been together in mind, body, heart and soul. In September, we've been in each other's lives for six amazing (if conflicted) years. I'm still a feisty brat. written in blood before everything went black JCV [This message has been edited by Anvrill (07-23-2002 10:08 PM).] |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
And so, Anvrill....I eagerly await the next installment. ~ hugs from anothre rodent person Lyra |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This made me smile. You've written the evolution of a friendship - into love. It's marvelous! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Challenge well met, babygrrl. Since you told me to go to bed right now, you'll have t' wait till tomorrow for my reply poem. I love you. *kisses* Mikhail the Exhausted She said burn ... together. |
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MIdsummerRain Member
since 2002-05-19
Posts 175St. Louis, Missouri |
"...A fragment of him appeared in all my stories ...He needed me then..." Spoken Freely, with Honesty & Strength ~Much Love to the Both of You~ Rayne For in much wisdom is much grief |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I LIKE feisty brats...er...to a degree! Thank you, so much...and this really was a journey of souls--I knew it would be. smiling at the two of you--"nothing else matters..." |
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