Matthew.

It's not what you think, trust me. Just read the entire poem through, you'll understand.

'He loves me not... he loves me,'

been picking at this flower..

have so much doubt,

can't figure out,

can't muster up the power.

 

 

His eyes are gold, like topaz,

and shine just like the sun.

He's reassuring,

kind, and smart,

I think that he's the one..

 

 

'He doesn't have a girlfriend,'

I think as the bell rings.

Been ridiculed,

and made a fool;

kids stare as they pass and it stings.

 

 

'Here he comes, here's my chance..'

with his friends, wearing his coat

with the big 'V'...

I KNEW this would happen...

so I slipped him a note.

 

 

I ran away from the courtyard

and much to my dismay

my home was far,

I transferred schools,

now I live 20 miles away.

 

 

 

....

 

 

 

About a mile to go now...

It's almost been five hours.

It's getting dark, I hear an engine...

mocho three-fifty horse power.

 

 

Yelling, hoots, and catcalls

are heard as they pass me.

Up the road

it stops and backs-up

and I think,

'Please, let me be...'

 

 

Out of the car and charging

come four 'GI Joe' toys;

the fifth comes out

and without a doubt

it's my own golden-eyed boy...

 

 

Sharp pain to my nose, my head, my teeth..

I bled from every pore.

"F*g!!" they screamed,

as they mutilated me

and got in the car once more.

 

 

And as I lay there,

dying and hurt, I glanced over to my right.

Unexpected, Unbelievable,

ironic was the sight...

 

 

That flower I was picking at

earlier that day

was laying on the ground,

untrampled,

it's life faded away..

 

 

With my last specks of consciousness,

I reached towards the spot.

Fading out,

there was one petal left..

I guess he loves me not.

Author's Note

tell me what you think.
and by -his coat with the big V- I mean a varsity jacket, hehe.

In case you didn't know, this poem is written through the eyes of a BOY.
That's right, people, a BOY. He likes another boy, who he believes likes him back because they work together in class and stuff, and gives him a note telling him he likes him.
The "golden eyed boy" reads the note given to him and gets scared, because he DOES like the boy back, but he tells his friends and they all beat the crap out of him..

yeah. just thought I'd clarify. Apparently my pieces are hard to understand. heh.

Reviews

[Ayla Starr]

Oh wow...this was so beautiful that I printed it so I can reread it over and over again, something I almost never do. It flowed nicely from beginning to end, and though I'm no fan of poetry, I was able to grasp the concept very easily. And I just have to point out that I would enjoy poetry if more pieces were written like this. To me, poetry is like art that I simply can't understand, no matter how much I want to. But this...Thank you so much for sending this to me. It's so inspirational, and I think I'm ready to write again, after taking a break for nearly 7 months.

[Lauren]

this is really amazing. the end is so powerful but really simple.

[Breezie Kae]

This poem is great. It has some awesome imagery, and I love the connection at the end back to the flower.

[nostal]

"With my last specks of consciousness,
I reached towards the spot.
Fading out,
there was one petal left..
I guess he loves me not."

Nice ending.

[JRB]

Uncertainty from the start brings the beginning to an end, love lost was never found, nice write, Jan

[Mr. Revan]

a very unexpected twist to the original flower petals...

the amazing guy turns out to be a brute, and a sickening end with the attack. and the slow fading of life, to finish. a wonderful piece, its nature changes from that dramatic beginning, to the horrid end.

the word "f*g", when i read, in my opinion, it grasps the idiocy of people these days. how they use disgusting terms as such, let alone using them properly. a brute, an idiot, and a jerk.

again, great piece.

[Bran the Broken]

wow

unexpected ending


gives a new, poignant depth to the uncertainty of the beginning

[Latsyrk llorrac]

I love this poem, it's like, the best thing, I've ever heard in my life. It's sad.. and really good