Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 18:21:58 GMT -8
He scratched out the beginning then continued writing.
“.. if only I could be like a pond…
A stone could fall into me yet,
I will return to my normal state without scratches.
I guess I envy certain pieces of you,
Pieces of your softness that you don’t see,
the strength you posses,
despite your callused heart you have soft spots,
sometimes witt, and forgiveness, strength I wished I possessed.
I am probably crazy for writing this to you,
Maybe I am not supposed to be like you,
maybe… “
He stopped scribbling this poem seemed to make no sense but he figured he could make it better later. Most of the time, he was thinking about two things at one time when he was writing a poem which would lead his poetry to sound weird. He stuffed the poem into the book that he was planning to take out of the library, picking up his pencil he stuck it behind his ear. Taking his notebook, he began to pile more books into his left arm, all the while holding his notebook, in between the fingers of his right hand. The page of his notebook ripped, he bent down to grab his notebook, when the pile of book’s in his left arm fell to the floor, the pen behind his ear followed them. “Ahh..” a moan almost a whisper escaped his lips as he bent to grab the book’s he set some on the table above him, and grabbed the three remaining books into his arms.
He figured all his troubles were over, only to have his head bump into the edge of the table, and almost flip it over. “Oww!” he grabbed his forehead, as to more books fell to the floor, he was now convinced that he looked amusing and the librarian was probably watching him. He felt his arms shake in frustration he picked up the last books and set them on the table, a bit loudly. Then bent down one last time reaching under the bookshelf for the pen, but not finding it, well this was great, he had a bruise on his forehead and now he could not find his pen. He huffed and sat down.
Noah looked at the books, then randomly set four of them into the shelf where he found them. He figured, he wasn’t going to need those. He took only too, the two that he wanted to read. One about physics and the second one had to do with poetry. He smiled wholeheartedly, feeling excitement at the thought of filling his mind with wonder. He walked towards the librarian to check them out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once Noah finally got home, he opened the poetry book first. He delved into many work’s of various authors for at least an hour, he happily grabbed his notebook, and searched it. Where was his poem? His mind clicked. He stuffed it into one of the books!
He flipped through the pages of the poetry book. How could it not be there? He flipped through the pages again. A cold shiver began to spread through his arms. His heart began to beat faster. No, this was not good. This was not good at all. He frantically flipped the pages of the physics book. He flipped it again then turned the book over holding it from the book covers edge’s. Hopefully the poem would fall out. He shook it. He eyes widened.
Nope. He proceeded to do the same thing with the notebook, then the poetry book. He shook the poetry book a lot more roughly… it had to be there! He didn’t really leave it elsewhere did he? He could feel his hands already shaking. He ran his fingers through his hair. He felt his nervousness rising. No, he couldn’t have left it at the library? He stopped gaping, and his lips became parched and dry. His eyes widened once more, then went to their normal state but still teary.
Oh, no. The books in the library, he probably stuffed it in another book. He grabbed his coat and hurried out the door.
“.. if only I could be like a pond…
A stone could fall into me yet,
I will return to my normal state without scratches.
I guess I envy certain pieces of you,
Pieces of your softness that you don’t see,
the strength you posses,
despite your callused heart you have soft spots,
sometimes witt, and forgiveness, strength I wished I possessed.
I am probably crazy for writing this to you,
Maybe I am not supposed to be like you,
maybe… “
He stopped scribbling this poem seemed to make no sense but he figured he could make it better later. Most of the time, he was thinking about two things at one time when he was writing a poem which would lead his poetry to sound weird. He stuffed the poem into the book that he was planning to take out of the library, picking up his pencil he stuck it behind his ear. Taking his notebook, he began to pile more books into his left arm, all the while holding his notebook, in between the fingers of his right hand. The page of his notebook ripped, he bent down to grab his notebook, when the pile of book’s in his left arm fell to the floor, the pen behind his ear followed them. “Ahh..” a moan almost a whisper escaped his lips as he bent to grab the book’s he set some on the table above him, and grabbed the three remaining books into his arms.
He figured all his troubles were over, only to have his head bump into the edge of the table, and almost flip it over. “Oww!” he grabbed his forehead, as to more books fell to the floor, he was now convinced that he looked amusing and the librarian was probably watching him. He felt his arms shake in frustration he picked up the last books and set them on the table, a bit loudly. Then bent down one last time reaching under the bookshelf for the pen, but not finding it, well this was great, he had a bruise on his forehead and now he could not find his pen. He huffed and sat down.
Noah looked at the books, then randomly set four of them into the shelf where he found them. He figured, he wasn’t going to need those. He took only too, the two that he wanted to read. One about physics and the second one had to do with poetry. He smiled wholeheartedly, feeling excitement at the thought of filling his mind with wonder. He walked towards the librarian to check them out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once Noah finally got home, he opened the poetry book first. He delved into many work’s of various authors for at least an hour, he happily grabbed his notebook, and searched it. Where was his poem? His mind clicked. He stuffed it into one of the books!
He flipped through the pages of the poetry book. How could it not be there? He flipped through the pages again. A cold shiver began to spread through his arms. His heart began to beat faster. No, this was not good. This was not good at all. He frantically flipped the pages of the physics book. He flipped it again then turned the book over holding it from the book covers edge’s. Hopefully the poem would fall out. He shook it. He eyes widened.
Nope. He proceeded to do the same thing with the notebook, then the poetry book. He shook the poetry book a lot more roughly… it had to be there! He didn’t really leave it elsewhere did he? He could feel his hands already shaking. He ran his fingers through his hair. He felt his nervousness rising. No, he couldn’t have left it at the library? He stopped gaping, and his lips became parched and dry. His eyes widened once more, then went to their normal state but still teary.
Oh, no. The books in the library, he probably stuffed it in another book. He grabbed his coat and hurried out the door.
