Post by Pokey! on Feb 6, 2006 6:51:04 GMT -5
Okay, theres a poem to read before you read my story;
A girl freezes in a telephone booth.
In her draughty overcoat she hides.
A face all smeared
In tears and Lipstick
She breathes on her thin palms.
Her fingers are icy. She wears earings.
She'll have to home alone, alone.
Along the icy street.
First ice. It is the first time.
The first time of telephone phrases.
Frozen tears glitter on her cheeks -
The first ice of human hurt.
And heres the story.
The girl walked home, alone. Tears glistened on her cheeks, the tears of a broken heart. But all was not depressing and lifeless - it was only the First Ice, and there will be many more to come, but one day she will get her first Summer, where the flowers start to bloom and the birds start to chirp - these will be happy moments with her husband, her summer.
She has yet to meet her summer yet however, it is still winter, where everything is dead, cold, and lifeless.
She finally got home, her lipstick-smeared face gave a smile when she walked in. Everything was alive in her house, the fire was on, her mum was cooking and her siblings were playing - this was her spring, not quite Winter, not quite Summer - but summer was just around the corner.
Then her phone rang, she answered it, it was her best friend.
"Want to come out?" she said with a cheerful voice.
"O-okay" sniffled the broken heart.
They both met-up at the park and flowers were beginning to bloom, it was nearly summer. Then they went to a café, the two friends got some Hot Chocolate and some busicuits and they both sat down. Then out-of-the-blue, a boy walked towards her, gave her a wink and smiled, she smiled too.
Summer was here again.
By Pokey, Happy Valentines everyone! <3
A girl freezes in a telephone booth.
In her draughty overcoat she hides.
A face all smeared
In tears and Lipstick
She breathes on her thin palms.
Her fingers are icy. She wears earings.
She'll have to home alone, alone.
Along the icy street.
First ice. It is the first time.
The first time of telephone phrases.
Frozen tears glitter on her cheeks -
The first ice of human hurt.
Andrei Voznesensky
And heres the story.
The girl walked home, alone. Tears glistened on her cheeks, the tears of a broken heart. But all was not depressing and lifeless - it was only the First Ice, and there will be many more to come, but one day she will get her first Summer, where the flowers start to bloom and the birds start to chirp - these will be happy moments with her husband, her summer.
She has yet to meet her summer yet however, it is still winter, where everything is dead, cold, and lifeless.
She finally got home, her lipstick-smeared face gave a smile when she walked in. Everything was alive in her house, the fire was on, her mum was cooking and her siblings were playing - this was her spring, not quite Winter, not quite Summer - but summer was just around the corner.
Then her phone rang, she answered it, it was her best friend.
"Want to come out?" she said with a cheerful voice.
"O-okay" sniffled the broken heart.
They both met-up at the park and flowers were beginning to bloom, it was nearly summer. Then they went to a café, the two friends got some Hot Chocolate and some busicuits and they both sat down. Then out-of-the-blue, a boy walked towards her, gave her a wink and smiled, she smiled too.
Summer was here again.
By Pokey, Happy Valentines everyone! <3
