It's 10 pm, Saturday night. I'm down in Jessie's place, just to join her in a lust filled night of sorts. Her blonde hair radiating from the lamp on the night stand. I carry her in my arms, both arms out resembling a father carrying a newborn baby except she wasn't my baby, not in that sense anyways. The tension in the air was so thick that even a butter knife couldn't spread the tension, but me and jessie had spread on our mind.
I could smell her alluring scent as I lay her down onto the bed, it must have been the thrill of daring to step into a boundary we had no knowledge existed. Love thy neighbour as heavenly quoted by men and women all around the world, I guess I was abiding by what I have been taught.
A little bit about Jessie, Jessie had these mesmerising blue eyes and had a husband, John,a fine husband, a brave husband who was filled with love. John wasn't ever one to toot his own horns but he had the right to refer to himself in the third person, why wouldn't John be given the right? He's awesome and extremely brilliant at that. Nothing short of Superman or Einstein is what John has been told.
Jessie has been my neighbour for years, ever since I could remember. I drink a lot, so I haven't exactly the best memory of when or wheres. It was how we met, she was my neighbour and I was hers. Now we were closer, so close to the point that I could see her blue eyes staring into mine.
"Jess, I hope it's Ok, I wrote you ... a little poem. That's not...umm too weird right ?"
"Sure, as long as it's not something too eerie. Don't be too...what's that word?... Sappy" Jessie nodding in agreeance.
The words glided out of my lips like a gold medalist ice skater, with elegance and soft subtle seductive intentions.
'Love is like an ocean,
The sounds of crashing waves against rocks,
That mimic the sound of my heartbeat,
Love is more than an emotion,
Love is the echo of water dripping in a cave,
Love is a poison and a potion,
It is the pollen that fills the spring air,
Love can cause chaos and beauty
It holds onto your hearts and never lets go'.
I ended my recital by looking into Jessie's direction for affirmation of its quality, I couldn't actually pinpoint her ****** response but I'll try my best to capture it. Her eyes, rolled to one side in a condescending and demeaning manner but her smile was filled with some sort of ...actual craving for more.
My lips shot forward similar to the teens 'duck-face selfie poses', and I asked "So... do you ... like?".
Silence...
I waited for a little longer, or what felt like an eternity in my mind's timeframe.
Silence again...
I expressed my regret "Sorry, I'll recite another one?... Yes? "
"The sun and the moon,
You see they were friends,
But not everything twist and bends,
And even though the sun loved the moon,
He had loved her since yesterday's noon,
When she wasn't even around, he loved her.
Somewhere far away in the horizons,
It clearly never seemed to occur,
In her mind that he was thinking of her.
So every night, while birds and bees went to sleep
He died.
Just so her light could shine above his.
He died.
Just so her close friends, the stars could visit.
He died.
Just so the world appreciated her beauty,
Rather than his necessity."
Jessie still dressed in her singlet and underwear, quickly rose on two feet as a Chevrolet pulls up her driveway. A man with a neanderthal-like figure burst through the door yelling, ' I leave for business... and ya'll ******* in my house? ON MY ******* BED!!'
I tried my best to get past his door, because it was the only way I knew I would be able to keep my current state, the state of being still alive.
...
Jessie trying to explain everything with words, yes ...trying to use words with what clearly is a caveman.
'Darlin' we didn't do anything, he's just here yappin' on about something with moons and suns. I swear, I didn't do anything indecent'.
The caveman spoke again, in proper non-swearing, non-screaming English.
'Sons? He was tryin' to put a baby in you? THAT'S IT!!.. Imma **** him!!'
That was the day I met John.
[A K-star and Beautiful Moon piece]
A little story for people who have nothing better to do. It's something I've written a while ago with my best friend. I thought you all should know a little about me before I flee away. I am a 20 year old student, who enjoys humour and it has come at the cost of the most important people and things in life. Uhh I do my best to make people happy or at least try to stay out of their way if they are on their way to find it. In the end of the day, no matter where my brain is or what my brain is thinking about, I can still sing and dance because I have something strong, I have will, a will to make myself happy. I have had moments where I have wronged some of you (SPT...chloe....yea I'm kinda an ******* without realising ...I just wanted to say sorry).
Last story- Last thing I'll ever write (well in this case edit)...
Now all that's left for me is Essays until the day I can pick up my creative side once again.
Remember there's still ink in my pen.
This is like my third time saying bye.... ... I'm kind of addicted to this site, so I must cut it loose to start fresh. You know, sometimes you have to push your past away, to start over, you have to let go of everything , every emotion, every connection, everything just to be clear minded. I guess I'm doing my best to be clear minded again.
Bye to my fellow friends and poets, my poet friends and everyone.
