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Another Fish in the SeaI saw you with her one day on the field at lunch. You two were hugging. And you looked as though you were happy. In love maybe, even at our young age. And I watched from afar, the envy boiling up inside me.Another Fish in the Sea by ~mictionary
The other day, you told me things weren't going as well as you'd originally hoped. You might not be going out with her anymore. I hate to say it, but I was relieved. You'd begun to hang out with me, joke around, play games.
Somebody walked by our desks. He grinned at you and I could swear you grinned right back at him. It was your friend. He thought you were flirting with me, just because we were playing childish games with animal-shaped erasers. I didn't care. Our hands almost touched.
I was nearly reduced to holding your hand under the desk, away from prying eyes, had you not been uncertain about your relationship with that girl. But I was afraid you'd laugh at me, and stop being my friend.
So I suppose my point is that I do like you, really. I have for a long time, only you
To Turn Back a ClockHer eyes are forever trying to find mine, but I find myself looking away purposely. It's as if we share a connection, jokes, even, but we don't. We never will. And they're just memories anyway. Stuff in the past that I'll never forget.To Turn Back a Clock by ~mictionary
My mind wanders back to that day, twelve weeks ago.
"Can you tell me what class I'm in?"
"Nope."
"Please, Miss?"
"No, you'll find out soon enough."
We watch her walk away. No doubt she's smiling, but I think all my chances of returning to her class are slowly slipping away. But the time we're seated on the cold wooden floor, they'll have reduced to nothing.
As as the principal's calling names, I descend into a thought-filled madness state, locked away in my brain.
I won't be in that class again. No chance. But what if I'm in 1, or 8? Okay, so 6 isn't too bad, but weigh that against 5.
See, Room 5 was my old class. Schoolwise, Room 5 was ... home.
"Room One," the princ
Lost OpportunityMiles away in caves dimLost Opportunity by ~mictionary
There is the reaper of the grim
Death, the ally, equal to him
But the enemy, Life, has grown.
Far over the haunted lands old
His mystery will soon unfold
The story cruel but pure gold
Their outlook bleak and misty.
Twisting tiredly in Death's own grip
A human being, the iceberg's tip
Sweat beading on his upper lip
He will leave his current life.
Delving deeper beneath the top
With his scythe, life Grim will crop
Life's frail bubble about to pop
Its strength withered away.
Hiding in their dwellings damp
Death and Grim will set up camp
Turning on the oil lamp
Preparing for the next to come.
Their victim now will be the one
Who's brave and fierce, who won't run
Though Death feels heavy, he weighs a tonne -
A point to Life, the draw.
Close to some in dwellings dim
There is the reaper of the grim
Death, abandoned, inferior to him
And the enemy, Life, has grown.
Sta.sh
