X Marks The SpotA Poem by Alex Fegley (Extro Zifer)
I wrote this while on a mission trip to Chicago. I'm hoping for some good reviews. I tried styling it after how my friend, AJ Johnson, writes her stories. So, props to her for structure inspiration.
An "X" marks treasure on a map.
An "X" marks something of importance.
An "X" marks a sign of danger.
An "X" marks a total failure.
Right now, there is an "X" over my heart,
and I wonder what it's importance is.
The road to my heart is similar to
Chicago's road system.
You might as well give a 5 year old a
Crayon and tell 'em to go to town.
The twist the turns, the insensible intersections.
Over-passes, under-passes, on-ramps and off-ramps.
A tangled conglomeration of oversized vehicles
spewing out toxic fumes form their tailpipes.
The path to my heart is much the same.
It's trapped within some crazy network
that few have the ability to navigate.
As difficult and downright confusing
this network is, two have been able to
worm their way into the one organ
that still reminds me that I can feel.
These two people are the
people I can say I "love".
They don't get a quick "I love you",
no they get something special.
The first to wiggle his way in got
"Forever and Always" after his "I love you".
He was my Hunny Bunny. He was wonderful,
but I screwed that up.
The one I call my own now
gets a special I love you,
"Ya Tebya Lyublyu".
It's Russian, like him. Young love
doesn't even begin to describe us.
You see, he's only thirteen.
Go ahead and call me whatever
you want, I've heard it all.
Cradle robber, pedophile, child molester.
I don't care. If you ignored the age and
just listened to all of his talents and abilities,
as well as his hardships he's faced,
you might just understand.
But the point is, with all of my hearts defenses
he was able to flutter effortlessly through
my Maze and let loose Cupid's Arrow.
What can I say, I'm drawn to
the cute and adorable.
He most definitely qualifies.
Why am I telling you this?
Honestly, I don't even know.
Even as I'm writing, atop a bunk
while Arens snores below, I've managed
to confuse myself. I suppose I'm tired of
the distance, or maybe how so many people
jump to conclusions without asking for my input.
Whatever the case inside my boggled mind,
and however he managed to crawl
through the Trenches,
I'm so glad he did.
© 2012 Alex Fegley (Extro Zifer)
Alex Fegley (Extro Zifer)
Grand Haven, MI
AboutI'm young and full of emotion. I tend to have sudden mood shifts and so far almost all of what I've written has come from the depressed side of the shift. I really just wanted to get my work out to th.. more..