April 17, 2006
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.
she was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky
hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her.
She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to
tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the
sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2
hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she
decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too
shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she
said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th
grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would
go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after
everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I
stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want
her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know
it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I
don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it
was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an
angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone
went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I
hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said,
"you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married
now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life,
married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t
see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she
came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me
on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't
want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I
don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be
my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had
wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like
that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I
don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!"
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.
-Annonymous, UHill
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.
she was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky
hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her.
She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to
tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the
sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2
hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she
decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too
shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she
said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th
grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would
go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after
everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I
stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want
her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know
it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I
don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it
was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an
angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone
went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I
hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said,
"you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married
now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life,
married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t
see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she
came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me
on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't
want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I
don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be
my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had
wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like
that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I
don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!"
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.
-Annonymous, UHill
A star.
My dream.
My dream.
To catch this big shiney star.
But everyday, the star seems to be farther out from my reach.
Should I give up on my dream, my hope?
No.
Because this star,
is my only hope.
-Doris Chan, UHill
Life
is long lasting.
is long lasting.
It should be full of happy memories.
Life
Is a blurry image.
Life
depends on how you live it.
No one can tell you what to do.
You are in charge of your own life.
You have a limit of one lifetime to live.
So choose every step of your life wisely.
Be smart
Because it's your life.
-Doris Chan, UHill
Cuddly.
Unique.
I made it myself to keep me company when I feel lonely.
Stained with tears of sadness and tears of joy.
Red with blue spots.
It is
my pillow.
-Doris Chan, UHill
my closest friend.
now slipping farther away from me.
A shameful crack that destroyed our close friendship.
Our bridge is broken.
No more mouthing words to each other or passing notes behind the teacher's back.
My closest friend left.
And she has taken a huge chunk of my heart with her when she left.
We started out so close, but ended up so far apart.
Wishing that one day, that she will finally see
how much I really miss her.
-Doris Chan, UHill
-Rina Park, UHill
Anorexic
The beast
controls me,
nags me,
and never goes away.
The rule was:
the worse you feel, the better youare,
the emptier, the freer, the purer.
This kept me going.
I was obsessed over evey calorie.
I took 3 minutes between bites
I could not help it.
Another meal,
another lie,
another fight.
My life has been eaten away,
I am a wasted body, a wasted life.
Can I learn to be so present?
Can I learn to be so full?
-Rina Park, UHill
-Doris Chan, UHill
I am a stranger.
I have lost my soul to the world.
Forgotten identity.
I wonder,
Who am I?
-Doris Chan, UHill.
Ceiling
High above in your room,
a big rectangle, painted with white,
has little bumpy stuff all over it.
The surface that is,
as hard as a rock,
reflects the light of your lamp,
and creates a big shadow.
I stare at it a lot,
even though there¡¯s nothing to stare at,
and is all empty.
It is called ceiling.
Ceiling
High above in your room,
a big rectangle, painted with white,
has little bumpy stuff all over it.
The surface that is,
as hard as a rock,
reflects the light of your lamp,
and creates a big shadow.
I stare at it a lot,
even though there¡¯s nothing to stare at,
and is all empty.
It is called ceiling.
-Rina Park, UHill
Anorexic
The beast
controls me,
nags me,
and never goes away.
The rule was:
the worse you feel, the better youare,
the emptier, the freer, the purer.
This kept me going.
I was obsessed over evey calorie.
I took 3 minutes between bites
I could not help it.
Another meal,
another lie,
another fight.
My life has been eaten away,
I am a wasted body, a wasted life.
Can I learn to be so present?
Can I learn to be so full?
-Rina Park, UHill
posted by dudeswithpens @ 6:43 p.m.
1 Comments:
OH DEAR!
The poem named "10th grade" was AMAZING! it moved me SO MUCH, it made me cry! anonymous, u r amazing!
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