She's Crazy

August 26, 2011
By -Duckie- GOLD, West Fargo, North Dakota
-Duckie- GOLD, West Fargo, North Dakota
18 articles 0 photos 127 comments

Favorite Quote:
Your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. Keep fighting. Keep loving.
-Anonymous


She kicked a rock on the way home.
It was a small rock
A reddish, ruddy color was splotched across gray
Like a character’s blush on the pages of a dry book
A little bit battered
Like maybe it had been kicked before…

Well, SHE sure had
She had been kicked around all day
And it crossed her mind,
As she kicked this lovely little beat-up rock,
That maybe it knew what she felt like.

(In, you know, a metaphorical way.
She ain’t crazy)

She was thinking about time,
walking home and kicking that rock.
Seemed a most felicitous thing
didn’t seem right that she could still be bored
When it rushed on so.
Not even time to finish a stupid poem
she was trying to write-
Put the pizza in the oven, Mother said
Brother has football practice
So she silently cursed football.

(In, you know, a metaphorical way.
She ain’t crazy, mostly)

As she walked home,
kicking that rock,
she occasionally tripped on her own feet.
She took it out on the rock, kicking it harder,
but almost always regretted it
So much that she carried it a block in her own two hands,
cupping them at looking down at it.

(But not it, you know, a weird way.
She ain’t crazy, usually)

It looked much more rough
there in her own two hands
Then it did down on the pavement,
tumbling and skipping and skidding.
Battered and banged-up and scarred-
Like me, she thought, somehow pleased by the thought.
Looking down at her legs, they were not perfect volleyball-player legs.
Bug bites
Footsie fights
And right there, below her knee, a long scratch from a canoe.
It was a big canoe, and not really her fault-
but it was nice to know that there were other imperfect things, too
So she smiled at that little rock as she tossed it back down to the ground to kick.

(But not in, you know, a strange, smiling-at-random-neighbor’s-garden-rocks way.
She ain’t crazy, sometimes)

The rock had troubles sometimes.
It would miss a step
Land in the grass
tumble haphazardly to the right or left
and she would have to go out of her way to get it.
But really,
she didn’t mind
just like she didn’t mind doing dreamboat boy’s sewing projects-
it was all an act-
and she looked up and saw that she was home.

(But not in, you know, a surprised, I-was-hoping-I’d-find-my-house-someday way.
She ain’t crazy, occasionally)

She looked at that rock for a while.
Somehow, it seemed much more important now,
with the prospect of leaving ahead.
And it looked forlorn, that little rock, all alone in that big, big world.
So she picked it up and brought it in
to the warmth,
the sound of voices,
the smell of pizza.
And she gave it a little squeeze
like a rock-sized hug.

(In, you know, a figure-of-speech way.
She ain’t crazy, in front of her friends)

And she finished her poem, printed a copy,
and slid it underneath the rock
which was sitting on her nightstand.
It looked somehow right there,
not quite sure what to do with its words,
but proud of them in a way.
Just like me, she thought, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

(In, you know, a mad-old-poet kind of way.
She is crazy)


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I was kicking a rock on the way home today...

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-Duckie- GOLD said...
on Oct. 3 2013 at 2:29 pm
-Duckie- GOLD, West Fargo, North Dakota
18 articles 0 photos 127 comments

Favorite Quote:
Your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. Keep fighting. Keep loving.
-Anonymous

Absolutely!!! I am honored you liked my work so much and would be thrilled to let you use it! Let me know how it goes!!!

on Sep. 21 2013 at 1:45 pm
GlittaDreamz SILVER, Vancouver, Other
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Its Really the Little Things that Matter the Most

I love your work soooo much and I really loved the monologue Dreamer! I was wondering if i could use it for my drama assignemnt at school?? I loved it sooo much and i'll credit the work to you as well! 

on Dec. 30 2011 at 10:05 am
UnwantedNinja GOLD, Pretoria, Other
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All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

i loved it !!! REALLLY GOOOOOD :) could u check out my poem "shame"

-Duckie- GOLD said...
on Sep. 25 2011 at 2:45 pm
-Duckie- GOLD, West Fargo, North Dakota
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Favorite Quote:
Your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. Keep fighting. Keep loving.
-Anonymous

Thanks so much! Please keep commenting!!!!

on Sep. 19 2011 at 7:55 pm
singinginthegardn GOLD, Cowell, Massachusetts
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"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin

I ADORE THIS! I feel stalkerish but all your pieces are works of art..this is so clever and amazing...I love how the little notes in parentheses keep changes until the very end...brava, great job <3 keep writing about silly, little things..I'll be waaaiting!! :)


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