One of my Final Pieces for AdvH. English.

It's a personal experience and I uploaded it so my *awesomeshiny* friend can read it, and hopefully tell me where the hell I should add 100 words because I'm that short of the minimum? (also where to improve..) Hehe. Thanks, PP. I appreciate it. ^^

Days Like This

The pain began with music. Glorious, pounding, ear crumbling music. Electric and bass guitar slowly strumming people into stunned silence. Sweaty bodies, controlled by the vocalists as they cry out their heavy messages. Every being tightly crammed into a pit of emotion and sound.

He held me, not for the first time, and honestly I don't think there's any better feeling in the world. Standing on the sidelines. Our breathing slow, perfectly in time with the others, hearts pounding at the same speed, our deep brown eyes connected. I had dreamed of this for a long time. The sensation of skin against skin, the scent of his aftershave overwhelmingly gratifying as I breathed it in.
Then there was her. She ruined my nights, my weeks. Pushing her hands through her cropped red hair, skinny little body swaying and jumping to the bass, watching him constantly. There was something about her I could never stand, never tolerate. I would hate her.

But at that moment, I didn't care. Nothing mattered, not yet.
I sat on his lap when the last band had left the stage and the employees were cleaning up. He spoke amicably and confidently to the members of each band, and I could feel a sort of pride grow within me. My mind said he was mine. The glow that blessed my skin was hot, intense. As we left, our hands intertwined, and our fingers linked firmly – an affirmation of our thoughts.
But the night was so cold. It froze my body – and his heart.
Walking past the accumulation of people outside, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Showing him off to the crowd was something I'd never experienced before. We moved to stand before the road that we'd both be picked up on. Our exhalations steam gently as they rise into the moist air. I realise the night has cast a cool blanket over where we stand, and I shiver. I can't help thinking of the terrible dream I had had days before. I couldn't believe it, or, at least, I didn’t want to. I still fear that vision. I wished I’d never had it.
It started with a guitar, and ended with a broken heart. Echoes of the tune playing now resound gently in my mind.
So, kiss me...
The guitars gentle strumming seemed to be his, so I followed my keen ears. I walked around corners, huge beige buildings – the mazes of my mind. They led me to a sofa, and on it was a scathing image which somehow haunted me more than anything had in the dream world before.
It was an embrace. Cropped, red hair. And his arms.
Her. Him. Passion. Embrace.
My eyes glaze over. I run away, tears streaming down my cheeks, my body screaming out with pain. I...can’t. I don’t believe this. A bolt of electrical pain through my heart. I wake, eyes jerking open, body straining with sobs. Realisation, reassurance.
It was just a dream
Nothing
Just a dream.
_____
Reality strikes my lips as we kiss. It defeats the cold – and the worry stirring my stomach, like a witch, stirring her cauldron. Bliss. I gaze into hazel eyes with green speckles, like chickens eggs, and huge dialated black eternities. Then the corners of my eyes point her out.
She walks past, silent, even when he asks if shes ok. I watch her keenly, my palms beginning to sweat with fear. Once shes gone, a flurry of words escape my mouth, without permission. They whisper
‘I think she likes you,’
Regret.
‘Really?’
‘Yes.’
Another flurry, like warped butterflies leaving my stomach.
‘D...do you like her back?’
A glance in my direction.
‘Yes..since I've broken up with my ex.’
Remorse.
The glint leaves my eyes. They are no longer filled with happiness. They are empty. My hand leaves his so it is empty too.
I want him to feel the pain I feel.
I want him to suffer.

I feel the tears ready to skim my deathly cold cheeks. I pull them back, as if they are on ropes. I suspend their animation. I cannot show weakness, I cannot show my heart is breaking.
‘I’m sorry,’ he utters.

Sorry?! How can you be sorry, you idiot, you heart hurter, you liar, you cheat? Fraud, fake, phony.
All I can do is stare into his eyes as I empty my body of all emotion, fighting the sorrow that grows within me.
Anger, hurt, distrust.
My friend walks around the corner. I collapse into her arms, nuzzling her curls. This is the only comfort I have. A confused question
‘Whats wrong? Whats wrong?’
I answer ‘nothing.’
A car drives around the bend. Its mine.
‘I have to go,’ a disjointed, faint voice. Mine.
It echoes through the black.
My heels click as I move across the pavement, feeling my skirt shimmy. It seems to hold the last of the joy I had within me such a short time ago. I walk quickly, but it feels as if I’m walking a funeral march.
The car door opens, and a plastic smile plasters across my face.
‘How was it?’
‘Great!’
‘Good.’
My car pulls away. I notice the radio is blaring, pumping bass through the car.
I don’t look back.

Bear

My hamster, Bear, has just passed away after 2 1/2 years of her being my tiny joy. I wrote a poem to mark it.

Bear.

Racking my ribs the silence of the room
We stand in
You curled in a ball in my hands
Unmoving
Eyes closed gently shut as if you have been sung a lullaby

Pink paws curled as close to your body as I have ever seen them
A vision of innocence
As I stand in solitude
A black bundle of grief cupped in my shaking hand
My shaking eyes
My shaking ribs

I stare at you in disbelief
Wake up wake up
My mind screams
You're not gone
Not yet
Stay with me, watch me as I grow
As I watched you

Now I pack your box with tissue
Lay you gently in
My eyes they close as I whisper a last goodbye
Closing the lid, mascara tear marks loss

Bundle of joy
Bundle of love
Bundle of sadness
Bundle of grief
My bundle of grief

Time.

I wrote this a wee bit ago, but i forgot to upload it! Enjoy ^-^

Stop the clocks.
Stop the chime
I do not want to hear the tick
Of testing time

How she burns
Scathes - and I shiver
The hours spent with you
How my heart does wither

Stop the clocks.
Stop the chime
I cannot bear the tock
Of the twisted clock

Hands continue round and round
Ignorant to her crime
Forever haunting the whole world
With the terrible ticks of time.

The Bus

Heres a happier one. Enjoy.


Your eyes are quite enchanting
The hens egg speckles between the green
And trip up over them
But I'm sitting on your lap

The wind strokes my cheek
I tell him 'no'
My cheek is his
His to touch
And the wind strikes me maliciously!
Jealous, jealous wind

As you kiss my hot cheek
Woman in the bus stop smiles at me
Her hair lifting -
It smiles too
She knows the feeling that blooms
In my head and
in my heart

Is that your bus?
You ask, lips so rosy red
With my kisses
Oh no
thebushascame--
My thoughts stack up
Like my mothers washing basket

So my legs take a life of their own
And run and run and run
I love you!
I shout
Then my mind she
S-tutt-e-rs

Wait, no I dont!

The silver aviators greet me as
I place my Queens Head on the plastic
And swing around the STOP button
To see your smile and
How your speckles laugh
As you nod in reply

Cry

You never thought
The sound of a baby cry
Would die,
Did you?

That the laugh
Of playing children
Would cease to be

Yet now the loss
It racks our lungs
The silence...
Death, sorrow, despair.

Gunshots
Fire at empty houses
People
Cowering like mouses
Grey balloon of poison
Fills the air

Through the violence and the sorrow
People think
'Whats the use in tomorrow?'
For some it will never come

But to this woman,
It does
A piercing cry, she fills the air
Paired with the stench of mourning everywhere
Oh, through the sadness
A babys cry,
A babys wail
No longer is there sadness,
'tis still.

Titanic

Havent updated in a while, have I? Well I watched Titanic with my sister the other day and I never realised before how emotionally and graphically riveting it is. I wrote a poem about it going down.

Children weep and hearts they shatter
As the ear-clattering chitter-chatter
Turns to screams, then to wails
Water spills from pure gold pails

Lifejackets on, lifejackets on!
One sound ululates through the throng
Of women, children, greedy men
Saving their lives to get home again

The bows they groan, the lights they flicker
More wails sound as the cold sea does glimmer
Cold, inviting, enticing you in
Away from the continous din

And still more screams, still more clatter
As the great windows of Titanic shatter
Water, water!
The grown men cry
The youngest waving their last goodbye

The ship she snaps
Snaps into two
Grabbing, grabbing
Save me!
No, I cant save you

Push, push
Get off, get out!
Some jump off, dizzy with doubt
Unsinkable, unsinkable!
Thats what the papers said
One man cries out
As the sea takes him
Dead



<3Meg~

Dear Alice!

Went to see Alice in Wonderland today - was rather good and I decided to write a poem on it. Hehe. Enjoy.

In Wonderland


The Cheshire Cat
he grins at me
that wide wide smile
for all to see.

I glance at him
and him me
said Tweedledum
telling Tweedledee

The Queen of Hearts
has lost her tarts
And the King
his royal head

And yet the Mad Hatter
he never grows fatter
Than the skinny vision
Of the March Hare

Jabberwocky?
Hes awful cocky
Trying to beat Alice
Down the stony stair.

Time, time, time!
Its ticking today!
White Rabbit jumps
and scampers away

The Blue Caterpillar
Lips pressed together
'fore a disdianful
Whoo are yooou?

And still Dodo dances
Around the fire
As the flame she still grows
Higher and higher

The cards, they fall
Chess pieces scatter
White Queen rules all!
Let the bright flag a-flutter.

<3Megg