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[Lacuna]

parker fitzgerald
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getting off the bus,
hearing that gaites is his partner,
heading over to talk to her.

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he pressed his ears closed
the music pounding,
head pressed against the window
his thoughts were clouding.
the bus was rushing
towards a new place
but when they arrived
he felt it was a waste.

the beauty was lost on him
as he climbed down the stairs
his sneakers pounding,
a hood over dark hair.
the students were gathered
but his stood to the side,
listening to the rules
thinking to run & hide.

a name and a face,
first gaites and then lark--
a pretty girl
with a smiling spark.
he started to walk over
and then she dropped her eyes,
he kept walking but struggled
with his stoic disguise.
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[sorry this is so crummy! I rewrote it like a million times]

[Rated R]

g a i t e s : l a r k
activity) noticing parker come over and introducing herself
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the crunching of leaves roused her yet again,
from her mind's depths
it was a tall boy, the height maybe 5'10",
a beat her heart skipped.

"parker, i presume?" she asks,
twirling her face to meet eyes
her usual alacrity obvious, as she wears no mask,
because she is not one who hides.

gaites' face was lit aglow,
arms open with kind seeping out
her hair long and straight, not hindered by a bow,
lips thin and smiling, never in a pout.

the young girl seemed fresh and new,
stepping out from darkness' shadows
her skin soft and sparkling too,
like she should be frolicking in the meadows.
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[No, it's quite good c: Everyone's poem is quite good]

[abandoned.]

(( I think I made her sound crazy in the second stanza ....>.<))

Vᴇsᴛᴀ Rᴀᴇʟʏɴ Wᴇsᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ
✞
❝ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ᶤᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶤᶰ˒
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ❞

activity: nothing much, trying to figure out why she had come here, still a little grumpy
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silence.
that was all that came from her.
her grey eyes shifted, looking about
at the vibrant colors of orange, red, and yellow
watching as the leaves slowly drifted down
gently skimming the ground

the voices.
they were muted sounds
faraway sounds from a different universe 
her name was called, along with another's

Xavier.
who was he?
she wondered, her gaze glancing over everyone
all the while thinking how stupid it was for them to pair her with him
knowing of the rumors that came with that name.

[crescent + cheep]

I will reply to both pie and knees after school - about 5 hours from now :C

[crescent + cheep]

ack this reply is horrific sorry :C xD

ａｚａｌｅａ ａｎｄｅｒｓｏｎ
finding out nebraska is her pair

nebraska jones
they said
a name that I had never read
never seen
never heard

I cared not,
who could it be,
I asked the faires,
who whispered to me.

A girl I saw,
brown haired,
panicky,
admist the flailing crowd,
down to earth
not like a cloud.

A spark
a memory
came to mind
and within it I did find
a strange nebraska
"strange" like me.
By their definition,
that is.

I smiled,
why not?
and
with a swish an a swirl,
a well-timed whirl.
I stood before her.
lookd at her,
another smile,
silent awhile.


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ｘａｖｉｅｒ ｆｅｒｎａｎｄｅｓ
finding vesta

where was this girl?
he looked around,
and finally saw her in the crowd.

Quiet,
standing alone,
looking around.

Nearer he went,
wanting his time well spent.
Should he smile?
or talk all the while?
But no.
It would be a hard show.

Stopping before her,
a hint of a smile,
without reaching his eye,
a nod,
hoping it would be enough.

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[abandoned.]

Vᴇsᴛᴀ Rᴀᴇʟʏɴ Wᴇsᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ
✞
❝ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ᶤᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶤᶰ˒
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ❞

activity: unsure of what to do
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she saw him walking towards her
at least she was sure it was her
her head turned to glance over her shoulder briefly
seeing that not a soul was behind her

a breath escaped her lips
and she turned forward once more
so she could greet this stranger
a stranger she was to trust for the duration of the trip

once near, she stood, taking note of how his lips
curved slightly, though the emotion associated with such movement
didn't quite reach his eyes

silently she stood, her lips firm
unsure of what she was to do or say

[Make_a__Scene]

.::Mckenzie Summers::.

Pears.
No, not pears. Pairs
Such an ironically lonely word
And that makes it more lonely
Loneliness, a far less lonely word
And all the more appealing
His oblivion attempted to tug him away
Branch arms reach for him, millions of golden-red hands
Applauding The Painter's very presence
Trying to brush away the ungrateful pests from their precious lake
Boughs bend and sway, bowing under an oppressive wind
And then rising back up to hold the clear-blue ceiling

Stationary
The Painter does not seek
He is often sought
Just as he is sought after by those beckoning branches
The other half of his pair
(A pear would have been better)
Would need to take a hint from the trees
The Painter is struggling
His oblivion is coaxing him
But he is unable to leave, surrounded by this pestilent sea
Not a heart, but a soul
And he wears it like a scarlet letter

.::Ruminating the fact they have been placed in pairs::.

[Lacuna]

parker fitzgerald
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being grumpy about the trip,
talking to gaites and sizing her up.

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at eighteen years old
he was ready to run
not thinking of field trips
or pairings or fun.
a buddy system seemed juvenile
and trapped him inside
the world of poetry
with a girl as his guide.

it wasn't that he was angry
at gaites or her smile,
but after the trip
he wanted solitude, for a while.
he heard her call
and knew she had seen
so he quickly marched up
saying, "yes, it's me."

he held out a hand,
unsure if to shake
or maybe it was the wrong gesture--
a beginner's mistake.
for all of his confidence
parker was awkward and shy
when it came to pretty girls
who might catch his eye.
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[indebted]

AUTUMN
{activity: finding mickey

Her eyes search the crowd
a frown crosses her face
a shout, a scream,
is all she can hear

her partner's name is like a ripple
across the surface of a puddle
pairs are hopeless,
only one alone is help.

she finds it difficult to believe
these fools are truly misunderstanding
philosophy, for a pair is two
and two is useless

only one alone is help.

the philosophy of pairs is false
what use is two heads
if both are dense?

[Make_a__Scene]

.::Mckenzie Summers::.

The Painter watched as the world divided itself
His very own sanctuary still pulling at his scarlet letter soul
The rodents around him scuttled to find their arranged marriage match
And then there was him.
Alone
But not in every sense of the word
Not in any sense of the word
He was only what others would call alone

Then there was her
Another rodent without a shotgun partner
Still no movement
Stationary
Was he even breathing?
The Painter himself could not tell

His eyes were alive
Are alive
They avoid the rodents and instead admire
The brushstrokes of the careful painter who had created a
Masterpiece for only those willing
Only those story tellers, dreamers, and artists

Outcasts, maybe, not soulless but heartless

.::Still ruminating, still not moving::.