Part III is here!!!

Not really much to say as an intro, I realized that I never continued my short story but then I reread it and was like, "Shit! This is some good shit! I can't NOT finish this..." So there's that and here's this.

Part III
October 2012
Jerrica Black

                I let out an exasperated sigh or maybe it was more of a groan, maybe a scream. Either way, I was so fed up with this feeling. Happiness was so close yet so far.

                “Only a 12 hour drive. Have you ever heard of a long distance relationship working? University students coined the term ‘turkey dump’ for a reason.”

                Luke just looked at me, sadness in his eyes. Then he smiled. He reached out and grabbed my hand; his skin was so soft and warm from holding his mug. His eyes met mine, held them, we sat for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he spoke, “You’re comparing what is here between us, the electricity flowing between our bodies,” he emphasized this by shaking my hand making me smile, “you’re comparing this to dumping your stupid high school  boyfriend?” He was almost laughing. I could hear it ringing in his voice. The sound, so beautiful, made me laugh.

                “That’s not what I meant!” I chimed

                “I love that sound.” His thumb gently caressed my fingers. “But in all seriousness, I think< no, I know, we can make this work. If you’re willing to try, I am.” Suddenly Luke’s eyes became sullen, scared. When I looked at him it hurt. He`s afraid I`ll say no.

                “I’m willing.” Our eyes locked on each other, our smiles grew in unison until we were laughing and crying; we were full of joy and of sorrow.

                Luke got up and pulled me off my seat into his arms. He held me tight, his arms encircling my waist, my arms clasped around his neck. We stood in silent embrace until Adam came back in to see how things were.

                “Looks like this are better between you two. It’s late, Hael, you should get to bed. You work early tomorrow.  He gave Luke a dismissive glance. He was saying, “You may have made it better, but you hurt her, get out. Now.”

                “He’s right Haelyn. And I have to get up early too,” he paused and added sadly. “Gotta catch my train.” His lips quickly and tenderly touched my forehead as he gave me one last squeeze. He began to walk toward the door but turned, “I`ll call you when I get there.”

                I tried to say okay but all I did was mouth the word, no sound would come out. There was a lump in my throat and my eyes were beginning to fill with tears again. Adam rushed to my side as the door closed and put his arm around my shoulders. I stood staring at the door until the tears turned to sobs. I laid my head against my brothers chest and he wrapped the other arm around me.

                Behind my back a single tear fell down his cheek; when I hurt, he hurt.

                “I love you Hael, remember that.”

I know it's been a while...

But inspiration hit me during my English lecture today. after that quick and snappy intro, here we go:

If it Comes Back you Know It's Yours...
October 2012
Jerrica Black

Every moment of
Every day you
Are in my dreams
Are in my thoughts

Every minute of
Every hour you
Are on my mind
Are in my heart

But you cannot see it, and,
You do not feel it, and,
I will not force it, and,
It shall not be.

In my dreams and
In my thoughts you
Are what is there
Are what I see

In my mind and
In my heart you
Are what I want
Are what I need

But you cannot see it, and,
You do not feel it, and,
I will not force it, and,
It shall not be.

What is there and
What I see is
Passion forming
Passion flowing

What I want and
What I need is
You here with me
You to love me

But you cannot see it, and,
You do not feel it, and,
I will not force it, and,
It shall not be.

Part 2!!!

So this is the second part of my story... I'm not totally sure how many parts there will be. I found this part to be a little bit more narrtive so please let me know in the comments below what you think. Again I will probably be editing this after I'm done the whole story.

Part II

                By the time either of us had the motivation to stand up night had fallen. The creatures of the night had materialized; the sound of owls screeching, rodents scurrying and wolves howling in the distance. It was a slow, silent walk back toward the house. Luke followed at a distance. Neither of us really knew what to say.

                He was supposed to be gone, in another city, far away. I was supposed to be over him. I shouldn’t have been so broken up, we were never together. He shouldn’t have been so broken up, we were never together. We should have let things go, we were never together. But no, Luke had to open his heart at the worst possible time. Now we are left to talk things over. A long night was ahead of us.

                We reached the edge of the foliage just a few feet away from the back porch. “Coffee?” a musical yet sober voice asked from above. It was my brother Adam; my saviour, been there since before I was born.

                “I think that’s a good idea,” I say looking into his knowing eyes. He glared at Luke knowing that he’s the reason my eyes were blood shot. Then something hit him when he noticed Luke’s eyes were the same way. He stood to the side of the door letting us enter. As Luke entered Adam laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn’t know exactly what was going on but at least it put Luke at ease after the scowl he had received.

                We entered the house through the small kitchen and sat at the small table of to the side. The house was a little worse for wear. Needed a new coat of paint, the floors were stained in spots, but it was, by far, still inhabitable.  We sat across from each other. We didn’t look at each other.

                Adam brought over two mugs of coffee, mine already made up with a little milk and sugar, Luke’s black. We both stared at our mugs. Adam left the room; it was now completely silent again. Who was going to speak first? What was there to say?

                “We need to talk about this,” Luke broke the silence.

                “I know. I just don’t know what there is to say.” I looked up to find him looking at me. The minute our eyes met we both smiled, but it lasted only moments.

                “See? How could I have left? We both know there is something here. We both want there to be something here.”

                “Just because we want it to happen doesn’t mean that we can make it happen. You are leaving. How can we start a relationship when you are not here with me?” Tears began to well up again.

                “Haelyn, we can make it happen. With feelings as strong as these nothing can get in our way.”

Short Story! AKA: It's Not a Poem!

I'm probably going to edit this a but more but I figured I should post it and see what everyone thinks. It's just part one so be on the lookout for some more :) Enjoy!

Part I

The tears slowly ran down my face and hit the book that lay across my lap, the pages wrinkling and smudging, and the brisk breeze whipping my hair skewing my vision. But my vision cannot be distorted much more than they already were, filled with water like the sea. The flimsy vines of the weeping willow tree swayed in a rhythmic dance; that’s why I went there of course, for the beauty of the tree. It always made me feel a little better. The spring is always the best but today is not spring, summer is winding down and he is leaving soon.

                The bushes rustled down the path to my house. I assumed it was my brother come looking for me. He was visiting for the week; he had chosen the wrong week to come. I feel so bad for having acted the way I had since he’d gotten there. But knowing that everything was changing was taking its toll. A man emerged through the foliage. The man was not my brother.

                “Luke? What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving today?” I exclaimed stunned. I jumped from my spot on the rock and quickly wiped the tears away from my face blinking back the ones ready to fall.

                “I couldn’t leave,” he looked to his feet then back into my eyes, “not without seeing you.” He took a small step forward; he was just out of my reach.

                I tried to speak but couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say. Was there anything to say? I thought he was gone, I thought he was never coming back. For the past four months I’ve been struggling with the fact that I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it and now... now he stands here in front of me, unable to leave without seeing me. Why? Why are you toying with me? Do you not see what has been going on since I laid my eyes on you?

                He noticed how unbelieving I looked. “I’m sorry.”

                “What do you mean ‘I’m sorry’? What are you sorry for? I don’t get it.” I was almost angry now; how dare he come back and then when he speaks he’s so cryptic.

                “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner. But I can’t leave without knowing.” He looked to his feet again. He turned away from me. I almost fell to my knees sobbing. He turned back, tears in his blue eyes. One gently rolled down his left cheek. “Hael. I think,” he paused, swallowed, smiled that crooked smile of his yet his eye brows furled, “I think, I’m in love with you.”

                He took a step toward me. I backed away; I stumbled over the rock and caught myself against the tree. The only thing keeping me from falling was that tree. I could no longer see anything. He didn’t stop moving forward. His hand gently touched my shoulder and I shrugged it away. My legs were like jelly. “Why, Luke? Why now?” I sobbed, “Why would you wait until the day you’re leaving to tell me?”

                “I wasn’t going to,” now he was crying too. “But I can’t live with the ‘what if?’ I just can’t do it. Hael, do you have any feelings for me?”

                I could no longer speak. I fell to my knees. I looked up to him, the darkening sky a backdrop to his irresistible face. “What do you think? Of course I do!” As I looked away I said, “How could I not.”

                He knelt beside me resting his arm across my shoulders and touched his head to mine. “Why did we do this? Why did we wait?” We sat in silence; the only sound was the occasional sniffle or gentle sob. Minutes passed...

                “Because we were both too afraid.”

Sorry... It's Another Poem

I feel like maybe this one isn't quite done when I read it as a reader, but as a poet it feels like there is nothing more to say. My dad will enjoy it's "oh so Jerrica" anti-climactic approach :P

You Don't Know
January 2012

Raging storm
Burning soul
Your presence here
Has taken its toll
 
Moaning wind
Broken heart
You’ll wonder why
She fell apart
 
Weeping willow
Teary eyes
You’ll never know
Why she cries

"I shoulda told you what you meant to me (whoa) cause now i pay the price"

Don't really have anything to say about this one. I'd like to take the chance to say that I'm going to be starting to post weekly and I'm hopefully going to branch out from all this poetry (not that poetry isnt good but I feel like I'm limiting myself).

Left
January 2012

So you are leaving
And I never got to say
That I think, I just might
Be in love with you
 
I invested myself
In something
That was never
Really there
 
Now I am left; heartbroken
With the memories, the dreams
Not wanting to say goodbye.
There’s nothing else to do

Don't Leave Me...

This is based upon recent events. If you'd like to know details, ask and you may recieve :P

Don’t Go

January 2012

What if you left

And never came back,
How am I to survive?

What if I never saw

Your face again?
I might as well be blind.

What if I never felt

Your touch?
Numb I shall be.

What if I never heard

Your laugh again?
The silence is deafening.

What if your scent

Drifted away upon the breeze?
The smell of roses be of garbage.

What if I never get the chance

To taste your lips?
Pointless shall touch be.

What if you left

And never came back,
How am I to survive?

So This is how I Spend my Time... Whoops!

Not really sure what to say about this one. Basically just a spur of the moment thing that I wrote instead of paying attention in class... whoops...

Your Dream

Fight for the right

To thrive

Confront the brunt

Of aversion

It’s yours for

The taking

Only you can

Make it

And it’s going to slip

Through your fingers

Act upon the fact

You’ll succeed

Believe you’ll receive

The win

Overcome

The challenge

You’ve made

For yourself

Defeat the demons

From within

Stream your dream

To reality

Decide you’re not tied

To the past

Live in the now

Look to the future

Everything I’ll be

For the best

Reach to breech

The limits

Make to break

The barriers

Push your mind

To the side

And now follow

Your heart

You’re the only one that stands

In your way