Bane’s POV
I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
“Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
“Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
I smacked him in the shoulder, laughing.
“Bane!” My mother called at me through Christian’s screen door. She must’ve been here to pick me up. I looked at Christian and patted him on the back. I went in. Mom and I walked out to the car. “Did u say bye to Christian?” She asked as we were heading down the road toward our house.
“No, I never do,” I said. Mom knew I didn’t believe in saying goodbye. I felt like goodbye was permanent. “Should I have?”
Mom bit her lip, as anxiety in me swelled. “Darling, I should’ve told u sooner, but we are moving.”
“Where?!” I fought to hold back the tears. I loved it here, in Maryland. I didn’t want to leave. My best friend…What would he do without me? meer importantly, what would I do without him?
“Ohio, but it won’t be forever. Just for a couple years,” Mom said, trying to calm me down. It wasn’t working this time, though.
We drove home pagina in silence, I didn’t trust my voice. Tears were welling up in my eyes. When we pulled into the driveway, I saw dad. He stood there with a moving truck and boxes upon boxes being loaded in.
That was the last time I had been in Maryland. The last time I had seen Christian. I cried for weeks, and I bromfiets around. I was the most depressed thirteen jaar old the state of Ohio had ever seen.
After a while I settled in, and made friends. I went out regularly, and everything. Just when I had finally found someone to crush on, we moved. My parents were hauling us back to Maryland. Great. I knew I’d get to see Christian, and that made me feel a little better. I hadn’t spoken to him since that day. Four years ago. So much had changed. I prayed he still remembered me.
I was going to be in a Catholic School. It was private, and u had to stay in a dorm. Like college, but meer prison-like, and religious. My parents were extremely religious, and used to help Christian’s parents preach in church. They were going back to that instead of running their own church. I wondered if Christian was religious, of meer like me, didn’t really believe in anything.
We pulled up to a big building. The school I would be attending stood before me. It almost reminded me of something off of Harry Potter. I was probably going to get lost. I sighed. This was going to be a long year. We got out of the car, and Dad helped with my luggage. I didn’t really want to go, but I knew I would eventually see Christian. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
Christian’s POV
I stood from my bed, and threw on a pair of tight pants, and a black t-shirt. I was going to meet my boyfriend Andrew. We had been dating for a jaar of two. I wasn’t really sure, I didn’t count. He had helped me deal with losing my best friend, Bane.
I still hadn’t heard from him. Sometimes I would lie awake in bed, and wish he was there. It was bad, but Andrew had managed to help fill that position. Of course, he is no Bane, but he made-do.
I walked out of the dorm building, into the fall air. We had just gotten assigned our rooms last week, and I still didn’t have a roommate. The administrator had zei he would be here today. I hoped so, I didn’t like being alone. As long as he wasn’t homophobic like everyone else in the school. It was a religious school, though. What did I expect?
I sat down against a tall, brick wall. I heard someone breathing in my ear. They nibbled on my earlobe. I moaned slightly.
“So, do u want to go back to your place?” I turned my head to face Andrew. His auburn hair slightly messy, and his blue eyes full of desire.
“Sure,” I zei seductively. We walked back to my dorm. I held his hand. We got to my door, and he kissed me passionately. Andrew opened it up, my lips still to his. He pulled me inside. A few steps into the room, and we were crashing down onto the floor.
“Ouch, damn it! Andrew what did u trip over?” I looked up at the bed to see a pair of piercing green eyes staring at me in disbelief. Oh, how familiar they were…
I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
“Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
“Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
I smacked him in the shoulder, laughing.
“Bane!” My mother called at me through Christian’s screen door. She must’ve been here to pick me up. I looked at Christian and patted him on the back. I went in. Mom and I walked out to the car. “Did u say bye to Christian?” She asked as we were heading down the road toward our house.
“No, I never do,” I said. Mom knew I didn’t believe in saying goodbye. I felt like goodbye was permanent. “Should I have?”
Mom bit her lip, as anxiety in me swelled. “Darling, I should’ve told u sooner, but we are moving.”
“Where?!” I fought to hold back the tears. I loved it here, in Maryland. I didn’t want to leave. My best friend…What would he do without me? meer importantly, what would I do without him?
“Ohio, but it won’t be forever. Just for a couple years,” Mom said, trying to calm me down. It wasn’t working this time, though.
We drove home pagina in silence, I didn’t trust my voice. Tears were welling up in my eyes. When we pulled into the driveway, I saw dad. He stood there with a moving truck and boxes upon boxes being loaded in.
That was the last time I had been in Maryland. The last time I had seen Christian. I cried for weeks, and I bromfiets around. I was the most depressed thirteen jaar old the state of Ohio had ever seen.
After a while I settled in, and made friends. I went out regularly, and everything. Just when I had finally found someone to crush on, we moved. My parents were hauling us back to Maryland. Great. I knew I’d get to see Christian, and that made me feel a little better. I hadn’t spoken to him since that day. Four years ago. So much had changed. I prayed he still remembered me.
I was going to be in a Catholic School. It was private, and u had to stay in a dorm. Like college, but meer prison-like, and religious. My parents were extremely religious, and used to help Christian’s parents preach in church. They were going back to that instead of running their own church. I wondered if Christian was religious, of meer like me, didn’t really believe in anything.
We pulled up to a big building. The school I would be attending stood before me. It almost reminded me of something off of Harry Potter. I was probably going to get lost. I sighed. This was going to be a long year. We got out of the car, and Dad helped with my luggage. I didn’t really want to go, but I knew I would eventually see Christian. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
Christian’s POV
I stood from my bed, and threw on a pair of tight pants, and a black t-shirt. I was going to meet my boyfriend Andrew. We had been dating for a jaar of two. I wasn’t really sure, I didn’t count. He had helped me deal with losing my best friend, Bane.
I still hadn’t heard from him. Sometimes I would lie awake in bed, and wish he was there. It was bad, but Andrew had managed to help fill that position. Of course, he is no Bane, but he made-do.
I walked out of the dorm building, into the fall air. We had just gotten assigned our rooms last week, and I still didn’t have a roommate. The administrator had zei he would be here today. I hoped so, I didn’t like being alone. As long as he wasn’t homophobic like everyone else in the school. It was a religious school, though. What did I expect?
I sat down against a tall, brick wall. I heard someone breathing in my ear. They nibbled on my earlobe. I moaned slightly.
“So, do u want to go back to your place?” I turned my head to face Andrew. His auburn hair slightly messy, and his blue eyes full of desire.
“Sure,” I zei seductively. We walked back to my dorm. I held his hand. We got to my door, and he kissed me passionately. Andrew opened it up, my lips still to his. He pulled me inside. A few steps into the room, and we were crashing down onto the floor.
“Ouch, damn it! Andrew what did u trip over?” I looked up at the bed to see a pair of piercing green eyes staring at me in disbelief. Oh, how familiar they were…
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants u to do something,
of be something
That sometimes u don’t want to be?
They are those!
u know them!
u probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect u to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u don’t want to take.
They are those who expect u to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u prefer to be small and humble.
But do u think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since u were born,
Came up with a path for u in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where u are
u have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u are nothing to me
No matter how u try
What do u care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u don't know me
No matter how u try
Why are u here?
u know I don't want you
I told u to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
u can't mold me
No matter how u try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved door any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind of fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will u take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even door taking one step forward,
door placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
u will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved door any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind of fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will u take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even door taking one step forward,
door placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
u will realize the cage has already been broken.