The Boy in 4C

February 16, 2012
The mysteries that lie on top of my ceiling
The ones of the boy that lives in 4C
Because you see, I live in 3C.
and everyday, I hear the storm.
The thunder of the fists as they hit something unknown to my eyes but very real to my ears and it transforms
Into the lighting, it strikes when the impact of the thunder blow is too hard to handle and down he crashes
To the floor, hitting everything in his path on his way down, like flames burned to ashes.
And rain. Rain are the tears, streaming from the boys eyes.
They flow like rivers down a mountainside
only to be met in a lake at the end
A lake so big that you can’t even comprehend
Then, the silence. Not complete, for the whimpers of the boy can still be heard.
Those never go away. They stay through the night because that boy is never cured
I think about the mysterious boy that lives in 4C
But I will never fully understand those mysteries, for I live in 3C.

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AJ.Wundirland said...
Feb. 26, 2012 at 10:17 pm
I like this a lot, I could never write poetry, even if my life depended on it. So good job (:
didyou_notice_007 replied...
Feb. 27, 2012 at 7:12 pm
Thanks a lot(: Do you write at all? Like stories, songs..?
AJ.Wundirland replied...
Feb. 27, 2012 at 7:37 pm
Yeah I write short stories, but poetry has never been my "forte" ha
AJ.Wundirland replied...
Feb. 28, 2012 at 9:36 pm
Yeah I like to write short stories, do you write anything else?
didyou_notice_007 replied...
Feb. 29, 2012 at 7:14 pm
I sometimes write short stories and have attemted to write longer ones before but poems are my muse(:
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