Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Well, this s**t is old, from way back, but since I'm using my account again, might as well post it up.

The Three Poems

Sean stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty, from her flowing gold hair to her cute dimpled cheeks. He blushed furiously, and stared back down at his homework. He had a crush on her ever since he first saw her. It was two weeks ago, a new girl came to his class, she was introduced as Rachel. He had looked up at her, smiling to himself, happy just admiring her. Now two weeks later, he had not had the courage to ask her out, or even ask for her phone number. He said to himself, I’ll ask today, I’ll ask for her phone number. He breathed deeply, and crept his hand over to tap her shoulder. Briiiiiiiing. He froze, the bell rang, signalling lunch, she got up. He sighed.

He wandered the halls at lunch, just thinking about her, obsessed. Bam. He knocked someone over, he apologized at once, “Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve watched where I was…” It was her. “It’s okay, I’m a huge klutz as well.” She smiled her dimpled smile. He instantly melted. She stuck her tongue out, “What you doing making that weird face at me?” He straightened up, then smiled at her. “Ummm, nothing, hey, umm, I was wondering if…ificanhaveyourphonenumbersoicancallyou.” “What?” He breathes deep and mumbles, “Can I have your phone number so I can call you?” She smirked, but said, “Hold out your arm.” He did, and watched her scribble her phone number onto his arm, he winced in pain. Then she kissed his arm and walked away, waving back, shouting, “You better call!” He nodded not trusting himself to speak.

He walked home slowly, the last few hours a blur, he was still staring at his hand, it read “604 267-0186 –R”, promising himself to take a picture and frame it when he got home. He dug in his pocket, unravelling his headphones, stuck them in his ear and turn on some tunes. He walked along the edge of the sidewalk, flipping through his tracks, then stopped on his favourite song “Soliloquy”, he stared up at the sky then he thought, Why don’t I write Rachel a poem? I bet she’d love that! With that cheerful thought, he began thinking up ideas.

His walk home took longer than usual. He had a quick snack and sat down at his desk, not knowing where to start. He had never written a poem before. He thought to himself, How about a nice short Haiku? It’s simple and easy. He got out his pen, leaning over the paper, he began to write, counting the syllables on his fingers, and pausing frequently to think. After a few minutes he finished.


The gentle breeze blows
Shimmers through the summer air
Her hair like the wind

Ugh, this Haiku blows. He sighed, I can’t show this to her. He put his head in his arms. Augh, why can’t I be poetic? He blinked, I guess there are other poems I could do…Can I do a Diamonte? Worth a try. He ruffled his hair, he did that often when he was thinking. He crossed out the Haiku he just did. He yawned, tears leaking from his eyes, he blinked them out. He leaned down, bit the collar of his shirt and nibbled at it. He was thinking hard. He brought his hand down on the paper, starting to write. He stuck his tongue between his teeth, figuring out which word to put, then smiled when he found it. He scratched his head and squinted his eyes, pondering. At last he finished.

Love
perfect, special
caring, sharing, loving
harmony, togetherness, dislike, enemy
fighting, bickering, hating
pain, hurt
Hate

Wait a second, why am I writing about hate…He shook his head, thinking about why the hell he wrote this diamonte. I need to write something else, this totally sucks. Stupid format is holding me back, I’ll just write whatever I want I guess. He smiled, putting on his headphones, listening to some good ol tunes. He got up, grabbed his notebook and pen, walking downstairs, he put on his shoes, opened the door and walked out. He was going to the park.








He often went to the park when he had to think, but this would be the first time he went there to write a poem. Sitting down at his favourite bench, he wrote as he listened to his music. He wrote about how much he wanted her, about how much he needed her, about his dreams with her. During that time, he found out, he had more feelings toward her than he had realized.


------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’ll tell you how I feel
From the moment that I met you
It’s been so damn real
My heart seems to skip another beat
Everytime we speak
Can’t believe I feel so weak
I don’t want much from you
Just want you to…
Touch me, hold me, hug me, kiss me, want me,
need me, lean on me, be with me, love me.
Girl, just gazing at you is okay
Let me in and I’ll promise I’ll stay
Your eyes, sparking anew
Your nose, prominent and true
Hair, indescribably stunning
Your name, floats in my mind
My name and yours intertwine
I professed my feelings for you
Hope it wasn’t a waste
My heart is encased
Heres the key
Come on and set it free
Be with me, promise you’ll come to no harm
Just be my treasure
I’ll show you pleasure
You’re the best thing to happen to me since birth
When I die, I want you by my side
Memories of my and you, to be written in blood.
Tell me your dreams
And I’ll share with you mine
Whispering the words
Of sweet, sweet love
I’ll be your shoulder to cry on
As long as my name is Sean
I will always love you.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His pen paused there. He had more to express yet he couldn’t, a pen and a pad, so limited in itself, his emotions trapped at the tip of his pen. Tears welled up in his eyes, unable to release his love. Why can’t I be a better poet, my feelings my emotions surpass this…I can’t, I just can’t show this to her. As he thought that, another thought occurred, picking up his cell phone he dialled. The phone clutched in his hand, ringing once, twice, finally someone picked up. He breathed deep, “Hi”. As the reply came back, he finally understood that three words were more powerful than three poems. “I love you…”