Ramona

July 11, 2012
By zman1 PLATINUM, Bethesda, Maryland
zman1 PLATINUM, Bethesda, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.


Crowds of people flow like wine.
I bustle through the crowd looking for someone to talk to.
I see gaggles of women flocking like birds.

I hear my heart pound and I hold on to it.
I look up and my eyes bulge.

“This cannot be,” I say to myself.
“I must be staring at Aphrodite.”

I decide to go over there and make a good impression.
I slick back my hair with my fingers.

I look up at the girl.
Her pink hair shimmers through the crowd.
My eyes widen with delight.

“Hey,” I stammer.
The girl flashes her cold eyes at me.
“Hey,” she mutters apathetically.

“I like your hair,” I tell her.
She glares at me. I gaze deeply into her eyes.

“Thanks,” she mutters, “I have to go.”

“What’s your name,” I ask.
The girl strokes her pink hair and pauses.
“Ramona,” she tells me. “Now leave me alone.”


The author's comments:
This poem is about Ramona Flowers, one of the main characters from Scott Pilgrim.

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