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Poem 1645

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<12:48; A forth graders post lunch science class extravaganza; Hosted by Mr. Huett.>

Joseph J

Yellow lines of cursive
Classroom writing
Covered the green board Creating a lemon lime look.

The kids quickly found
Their seats as I stammered
Slowly behind in order
To talk to the only one
I knew who could keep a secret.

The concrete walls felt
No echoes
As classrooms doors closed
Simultaneously.

I stood on marble mirrors
As I handed him the note
In which I signed away
The name that shan't be named
After the words “I” and “like.”

The smell of sweat
And innocence swam
Through the air
Of the lamp-lit classroom

After reading my confession,
My most trusted
Slightly smirked
And passed my secret
To the her who shan’t be Named especially to her!

The note passed like Clockwork
First hand to second
Then second's to all
Hands extended.



My eyes focused tightly
On the white sheet that
Held my spreading confession,
As the name of my love one
Extended through out the Forest of gossiping pre-adolescents.

The sun shined hard
Into the classroom
Creating sharp black shadows
On the carpet.

My eyes went to hers
As her eyes went my
Secret.
My face swelled full.

Whispers and stillness
Took hold
Of the room violently
Demanding a response.

I forgot how to breathe
As she thinks to respond.
She shows no emotions
While she turns to face me
I can’t stand to
Watch the words
Fire from her mouth.

"O thou, my lovely boy,
who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;"

I don’t know what that means
But I think it means
Yes.

The surprised hush
Sweeps the room
Clean of sound.

The shock of her sentiments
Reminds me how to breathe
As I can feel my
Heart balloon.

She sits slowly
And hangs her hands
Over the brink
Of her desk.

I swallow the lump
Of shock
And realize,
I should smile.
For the name that shan't be Named knows she’s the name.

Joseph J has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 10/4/09. Read more of Joseph's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Joseph's latest works:

Why I leave the fan on during bedtime.

Submitted Apr 10th 2009, 10:54

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Submitted Apr 10th 2009, 10:07

Stress

Submitted Apr 10th 2009, 09:42