What happened at recess

What happened at recess

A Poem by heidi..through the looking glass

I remember every lie that you sighed to me through your ink red lips.

Mrs Pricenett would tell me to stay away from the likes of you when I went to feed her cats in the evening

My father wondered why I was always so broken hearted

My friends, Your friends, Our friends of course didn't know what was going on

A girl who's mind was sharper than mine I'm sure would have seen through your words

You knew so much more than I

You recited Hemmingway versus as others hummed the tunes of pop songs

You read Shakespeare as I read Hollywood gossip

You were able to work out how many seconds since our last kiss before I even had time to reach for my calculator

you broke my heart again again without breaking a sweat or missing a class.

 

Don't think I've moved on

I'm still just waiting for you the bell to ring

© 2008 heidi..through the looking glass


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Aww, such a sweet longing! The memories you have were articulated well. Kudos on a good poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Yes Shakespeare in the Shopping isle! The waiting for the bell to toll is the hardest thing, the memory's that this little ditty has brought back...

Posted 16 Years Ago


wow. powerful language. very nice

Posted 16 Years Ago


It is very cute and I loved the way upon which you seem to still long for the man that broke your heart so many times. Your friend must have been extremely smart to be able to recite Hemmingway and shakespeare and if you ever catch him again does he have a brother? :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


I love it. The imagery is good. The flow is steady. Very nicely done. Keep up the good work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


The end left me confused.
But the setup is great. The feeling that it gives you all together, especially when you compare one to the other.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Nice twist at the end, if i read it right. Love being the school, learning or even the teacher. The poem builds up to another poem about a man breaking a girl's heart, though different for most do not speak of guys who can recite Hemmingway or Shakespeare. Nice write and welcome to the cafe. Wulfstan.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on March 13, 2008
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heidi..through the looking glass
heidi..through the looking glass

Melbourne, Australia



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Most of the time my life feels completely kitsch but mostly I don't mind. heidi marie|melb|australia|stuck in love so many people have left dangerous marks on me. i only trust one person and s.. more..

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