6 word story

I listened but I heard nothing.

Seniors

I wrote this for all the seniors who are graduating, you have no idea how much you can mean to the freshman. Be yourselves and you will inspire. (This is in need of some editing)

Senior,

Before you leave for college I wanted to thank you. You probably have no idea who I am, or maybe you think of me as that weird girl who joined chorus a couple of weeks earlier, and either way I know that I am no more than just a blip in your conscious (if even that). But although you may not know who I am, I know who you are. You are the boy that can sing like an angel, who leaves all his doubts behind when he is on stage, who can communicate emotion through gesture and tone that I can only ever dream of. And you are the boy who inspired me to be the weird girl at chorus, to cast aside my fears and doubts and open my heart to music. I wanted to thank you for that. I know you are destined for great things and wanted to thank you for being a part of my life. After seeing you in the school musical, I realized that my dreams are possible, all I had to do was push my shyness back for a couple of precious minutes to create a progressive reality for myself. Because of the wonderful job you did in that play (of which I own the CD) I was able to talk to the chorus director about letting me sign up without an introductory class mandatory for all freshman. Because of your inspiration I was able to create an opportunity to prove myself, an opportunity to create my own reality and make my dreams come true. Despite never having had a conversation with you, you have changed my life. Thank you for being the wonderful, talented person you are and I wish you luck at college!

                                                            With utmost gratitude,

                                                                        The weird girl at chorus

And Still He Said...

And still he said:

I love you

I love you

I love you.

Shut Up! I yelled

I ordered him back to his grave.

He stood straight and tall,

His body challenging my determination

But his ebony eyes betrayed his hurt.

I met his gaze, as much as I wanted to look away.

           

Finally his eyes dropped and he walked towards the door.

But before he left, he looked at me, his eyes piercing my soul and said:

I love you

I love you

I love you.

I turned away,

I couldn’t handle his gaze,

But,

He’s the blood-sucking monster,

So why am I the heartless one?