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Emery Feine
Poems
Dec 1
Blue Jacket Man
The whole world was gray
November’s first snowy day
Not a single winter racquet
And in the midst of the white
And the foggiest sight
I saw a man in a dark blue jacket.
I’d seen him before
And that I swore
As he was a classmate of mine
In past Fall’s red hue
I remember seeing the blue
Of the man’s dark jacket’s shine
i always saw him in the hall
he wasn’t particularly tall
but wherever i was, he was too
and when i saw him at lunch
my friend told me his hunch:
“i think that blue jacket man might like you”
i admired the admiration
but felt no butterfly-in-stomach sensation
so maybe i had to go and pack it
then the following saturday
when from my classes i was away
i saw the man in the dark blue jacket
he had tried to sit next to me in class
and i told my friends to ask
if i could sit further away from the bloke
in the corners of my eye he was there
How much longer could I bear?
the bare blue of his deep colored coat
so when i was walking home one afternoon
i hadn’t tried to get home too soon
The days only becoming hazier
The winds were speeding fast
A man behind me tried to walk past
I saw the dark blue of his blazer.
he turned to look at me
stopped, starred to see
and began to walk slowly behind
i started sprinting to my abode
snow now down rode
the blue jacket man on my mind
his pace sped up too
and if only i knew
how no one would believe me
was he stalking?
should i start talking?
the blue jacket man’s spree
So I didn’t tell them the truth
I knew their words wouldn’t soothe
His eyes always on me
In the park he was there
Lurking like a ******* nightmare
His aura seemed aquamarine-y
I see him in my room
I know I shouldn’t assume
That that blue jacket is his
How is he everywhere?
You gave me a scare
Now go back to your biz !
He is in my screams.
He is in my dreams.
Blue jacket man, get out!
He is in my eyes
He is in my lies
Flow out with the water spout
He is in my lungs
I’m speaking in tongues
And as my eyes begin to fade
I see a smearing blue
Across my vacant view
That jacket of his facade
That dark blue.
Blue.
blue.
this is my 133rd poem, written on 11/30/24.
#stalking
#friendship
#school
#winter
#blue
#jacket
#man
#scary
#love
#privacy
Written by
Emery Feine
14/F/USA
(14/F/USA)
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