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It's four, it's three
It's the the toughest thing in the world to me
One is the roof and one is the walls
Says my sister who claims to know all
So I stare and I squint
But I just can't get it!

It's the most difficult thing in the world for me
To look at a mountain or a Christmas tree
And then to see a wrapped Christmas box
The difference is glaring yet my thoughts are lost
So I give my best guess
And I pray for the rest

Is it three or is it four
As I stare at the chalkboard
No help or hints
Not a peep from my friends
My thoughts can only dangle
As I scream out "RECTANGLE!"
A Tale of Two Shapes
This is for the Live-Love-Write writing prompt. The theme is the most difficult thing you've ever done. This poem depicts the most difficult thing I had to the first grade.
She was close to me, so close. Even though the bus seat was wider than most, she sat closer to me than to the window. As I sat in the aisle seat, I tried my best to keep the appropriate space between us. My mother taught me to keep a polite distance from strangers as to not seem like a pervert.
I was a mama's boy, according to everyone. Inevitably, the next words from their mouths would always be "She died too young." It's true, I was raised by my father. He was a man who tried his best, but could just never see my point of view. Our father son relationship was like that of Mayonnaise and Miracle Whip. We both seemed similar at face value, but for those who cared to dig deeper, the differences were glaring.
She leaned closer as the bus driver took a sharp turn and I caught a whiff of her perfume. I couldn't name the scent, a flower or a fruit maybe, but it took me back. It was the smell of sitting on my mother's lap at Sunday morning service and of being at the end of the kitchen counter in my high chair as she made fresh rice crispy treats. This girl made me feel closer to my past. I thought, as I closed my eyes, that if I played my cards right we would be very close in the future. When I opened my eyes I realized by her face that in actuality all I had done was become unnervingly close in the present. I leaned away from her at the same time that the bus hit a speed bump and I flipped into the aisle. With a shocked expression she extended her hand and I grabbed it for stabilization. Her grip was soft and comfortable. It transported me back to a time of nightmares when my only solace was a warm pat on the back by a maternal hand. The soothing pats always relaxed my muscles and sent me safely to sleep.
A strong tug pulled me out of the past as the girl wrestled my limp body back into the seat. She seemed amused by the strange guy sitting next to her on the bus. Clara was the name she offered me as she shook the hand that she had just used to pull me into the present. "She's either an anchor or an angel" I thought briefly. I wasn't really sure where that thought came from, but as it exited my mind through my left ear, I decided that it was the perfect description of her, of Clara.
She smiled at me expectantly. It took a few excruciating minutes for me to realize that she wanted my name in exchange for hers. Of course I gave it, Rufus Thompson. I gave my last name along with my first in the hopes that if she liked it enough, she would one day keep it as her own. After hearing my name she giggled. That short little laugh was a time machine to my past. It was so similar to chuckles I heard erupt from my mother when she pushed me on the swing or splashed me in the pool. I laughed back at Clara with a sound that was half prepubescent boy/half ax murderer. It was amazing that one little laugh could cause so much chaos in my mind. Clara was no longer giggling. She only stared into my eyes.
I stared back at her and a million ideas raced through my mind: Clara, how much younger was she than me, if she were younger at all. Clara, what a name! What a girl! She partly made me think that reincarnation was possible but at the same time proved that it wasn't. After seeing and smelling and hearing her, I truly believed that no one in existence had ever been like Clara. There were things that reminded me of my mother: the perfume, hands, and laugh, but somehow they all still seemed to be distinctly Clara. Wonderful Clara! Beautiful Clara! She was the girl who sat close to me on the bus, the girl with the strength to pull me up out of the aisle, and, most importantly, the girl who made me wonder if a long term relationship could be forged from a 20 minute bus ride.
My thoughts started to overwhelm me and my breathing quickened. Over Clara's shoulder I saw my bus stop whiz by, but I didn't care. I wanted to know where Clara was going. I wanted to GO where Clara was going. If it weren't the creepiest move ever, I would follow her anywhere. For the next fifty years I'd follow her if she let me. But for now I would just settle for watching her eyes as they watched mine. Oh Clara........
A Bus Seat Named Forever
This short story is for the :iconwriters--club: closeness contest. It's about two people bonding during the bus ride home.
I will love you forever
But that extra day is just too much
Indeed it is till death do us part
But we're breaking up at the pearly gates
I can be with you until the end of earth
But after humans colonize mars
I'm leaving you for Marvin
Yes I will hold your hand through the apocalypse
But those horseman start looking good the morning after
Again I say that you and I are forever
But the day after that's up for grabs
We were good
At least I think we were
The summer was harsh
But we were cool
And they appreciated that from us
We knew it was coming
Time to break away
It's why they gave us two sticks
And put a line down our middle
It would have been preferable
For things to break even
But instead I got a little more
And for you much less
They fought over me
And bemoaned taking you
In the end there was compromise
Or maybe just a fight
We were both enjoyed eventually
Much to our delight
025. Double popsickle
The theme is breaking away
What if every night was a mini rebirth
With your bed time being a temporary time of death
And at sunrise the rays breathed life back in
So you awoke fresh and new to live out the day

Would you breath a little deeper
Or just choke on morning breath
Could you YOLO like there's no tomorrow
Knowing tomorrows always there

If to sleep was so to die
And then awakening to life
Would that change your sense of being
Or has it been that way all the while
024. To Sleep
Today's theme is "rebirth"
I didn't win a prize in the writing contest but I did make it all the way to the third round writing short stories. That's much better than last year when I wrote poems and got eliminated in the first round. So I'm going to upload a few more short stories. Hope you like them!
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: Nothing
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: Hunger Games
  • Playing: Nothing
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Nothing

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Erin Smith
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I'm in medical school and I love making collages out of pictures I clip from magazines.

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TheVividFantasy Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
oh my gosh thank you for the points! Danisnotonfire: FEELS 
gadsdy Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014
You're welcome!
TheVividFantasy Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
I was really just looking for writer's block INSPIRATION and i found you and i read stuff and i favorited and wow
gadsdy Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014
I'm glad you like my stuff and that I can put the points to good use!
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innerself029 Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2014  Student Digital Artist
happy birthday
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innerself029 Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2014  Student Digital Artist
your welcome :) (Smile) 
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RollingTomorrow Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014   General Artist

Hello! :iconexcitedhiplz:


Thank you for submitting to our trimonthly writing prompt at :iconlive-love-write:!


Your submission has been featured in our group journal:…

Our next prompt is...chameleon. 


We hope to read more of your writing! :happybounce: Thank you!



maicfarmer Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thank-you for faving!:iconbleedrainbowplz:
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