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Post by Sam Grey on Mar 12, 2008 12:10:42 GMT -5
Sam sat in the farthest corner of the library he could. He was so far back he was certain that even the librarians never came here any more. Not that he would have noticed if they had. His head was bent over a note book and his pen was scribbling away, the floor around him was littered with torn and crumpled pieces of paper, attempts at writing a good poem. He sighed and straightened for a moment. But only for a moment, before he went right back to scribbling. The next time he sat up he wore a disgusted look on his face, the poem had been going along good, but it had gone nowhere. A low rumbling sound echoed from somewhere in his throat, yes he was growling. Surprisingly it helped with his frustration, He tore the paper from the note book, crumpled it up, and dropped it onto the floor with the rest of them.
He leaned his head back and sighed again, all he needed was a little inspiration... but where could he find that???
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Post by Star Williams on Mar 15, 2008 18:22:20 GMT -5
Star was walking through the rows of books, and ran her fingers lightly along the spines of the books. She was carring a notebook that held all her songs she had ever written, and she wanted to work on a song she had been working on the night before. So she planned to go into the farthest corner of the library, where no one ever went.
As Star apprached the corner, she heard growling. 'What the heck is that?!' she thought to herself. She slowly and carefully peeked around a row of shelves. There was a guy there, Star hadn't met him before but she was pretty sure his nae was Sam. She had heard he was a loner, a social outcast, which just do happened to be the polar opposite of herself. But still, she wanted to get to know him.
Star tepped into full view. "What cha' doing there?" she asked, taking a step towards him.
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Post by Sam Grey on Mar 17, 2008 13:27:20 GMT -5
Sam looked up when someone spoke to him. He looked around with an equal mixture of surprise, embarrassment and hope showing on his face. Then he saw star, and his heart began to beat faster. Even though Star had no clue who he was, he had had a crush on her since his first day at Winter Creek. He gulped and tried to speak, "I'm, uh...um, writing...poetry." The last word was barely more than a whisper, after all he didn't want her to think that he was a complete loser, after all.
He was a little bit surprised to see her here, or all people, after all she was little miss popularity. Maybe that was why she was back here, trying to escape from the people who were always around her. He smiled, at the thought of her escaping. "What brings you back here? I thought I was the only one who hid in the library."
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Post by Star Williams on Mar 17, 2008 15:22:31 GMT -5
When Sam spoke he sounded nervous, which made Star smile. She walked over and sat beside him. Looking at the pile of crumpled up paper on the floor, Star assumed they were unsuccessful. "Having troubles getting it just right?" She laughed. "I love poetry, maybe I can help you out."
When he asked her what she was doing back here. She just hold up her book, "I'm working on writing a song. I got the basics but it still needs some fine tuning." She looked around, "This place is always so calm and quite, it helps me to focus." Realizing she hadn't asked his name, or even told him hers. "By the way my name is Star, you've probably heard about me. And your name is Sam.. Right?" She asked.
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Post by Sam Grey on Mar 17, 2008 16:09:57 GMT -5
She knew his name. Star Williams knew his name. Inside he was jumping around and screaming, which was reflected by a twinkle in his eye. "Yeah, I'm Sam. Nice to meet you Star." He handed her the poem, which really wasn't that good. "I'll welcome any help you can give me."
It was a short poem, and it felt wrong somehow.
When push comes to shove with bagpipes and your kilt you have slain me love
the dew drops settle on your ear as the roses wilt, when push has come to shove
my hand once clasped, now drags you near, the other on a daggers hilt you have slain my love
is it my cold breath you fear or the grip of your own guilt when push has come to shove
Life has stolen all my cheer toppled all I built you have slain my love
that which I held dear has settled down amidst the silt when push has come to shove
the rain wont fall when sky is clear the world though steady starts to tilt for when push comes to shove, you will slay me love.
"It's called a villanelle, it a poem where the first line of the first stanza is repeated as the last line of the second and fourth stanza, and as the second to last line of the last stanza. The last line of the first stanza is repeated as the third, fifth and sixth stanza. The sixth stanza is four lines, all others are three."
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Post by Star Williams on Mar 17, 2008 23:15:25 GMT -5
Star took the poem and read it. She liked it even though Sam said it wasn't good. "I really like it. And stop over thinking things, poetry doesn't always seem perfect. Remember, you're your toughest critic." She handed the poem back to him and smiled. "I've never heard of a villanelle before. I like it." Star grabbed her notebook and started flipping through it, finally she came to a section near the back. "Hear read this, it's a song I wrote a few days ago."
A gunshot echos through the silent night A soldier hold on with all his might But he's slipping fast And doesn't know how long he'll last He puts his hand in his back pocket And pulls out a golden locket Insides a picture of his wife and son And with it's a letter saying "We miss you hon." A tear rolls down his dirt streaked face His heart beats at a fast pace He hears people calling his name And he yells out "over here" as if a game The voices seem to be getting farther away And the last thing he hears is "It's going to be okay."
((Did you write that poem yourself?))
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Post by Sam Grey on Mar 18, 2008 11:43:04 GMT -5
Sam took the song that Star offered him, and read it. He was still more than excited to be talking to her, but he'd managed to calm down enough to think coherently. It was a good song, he liked it alot. It was very dark, and it left you wondering whether or not the soldier lived or died. His old english teacher would have loved it. "Wow. This is amazing. The imagery you use is intense. Not to mention your great use of heroic couplets. The only thing it's missing is a chorus. But once you get that down it'll be a great song."
He wasn't sure what else to say. He wasn't really good at talking to the people he had crushes on, and well he wasn't good at talking to people in general. He thought for a moment about digging out another poem, but then decided that he only would if she asked, after all he didn't want her to get bored and walk away.
((Yeah, I wrote it. I write a lot of poetry... did you write the song in your post?))
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Post by Star Williams on Mar 18, 2008 18:04:42 GMT -5
Star smiled when he read it and said what he thought about it. He seemed to know a lot about poetry and songs. "Thanks. Ya it's a work in progress. I'm hoping to get it done soon, so that I could..." Star paused, she had almost said 'so that I could sing it at my next concert.' Which would totally give away her secret. Why did she almost say that, usually she was more cautious. Maybe it was Sam. Star took a breath and finished her sentence, ".. could enter it in Takiera Watsons contest. Ya know, the one where she picks a song one someone wrote to sing in her concert." Star bit her lip, 'Wow.. that was a lame cover up.. plus now I've told him about a contest that doesn't even exist!' she thought to herself.
Star leaned back and looked at Sam, "So tell me about yourself." She said, trying to avoid an akward silence.
((I love poetry.. it is so beautiful. Ya I wrote it.. It's a work in progress.. like you said It needs a chorus.. plus I still have to write up the music.))
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Post by Sam Grey on Mar 19, 2008 11:44:40 GMT -5
Sam kind of froze inside. He wasn't good at talking about himself. "Well...My name is Samuel Mason Grey. I was born in upstate New York, and lived their for most of my life. I have a brother and a sister, and I write poetry." He looked up at her, hoping that she would see that he really had no clue how to answer the question. He smiled slightly, "I started at winter creek at the beginning of this year... and I'm not sure how I feel about it yet... Some parts are better than others."
He had noticed her slip earlier in the conversation, but chose not to comment on it. He didn't believe that she was going to enter it in a Takiera Watson contest, mostly because the only one he'd heard of was the one to choose her opening acts, and he was sure that if Takiera had announced another contest he would have heard of it by now. Even though he didn't talk to many people. But you really never could tell what he would or wouldn't hear.
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Post by Star Williams on Mar 19, 2008 17:53:19 GMT -5
Star watched as Sam akwardly told her about himself. It was cute, the way he froze when she would ask him stuff. Star decided to tell him a little abut herself. "Cool, I love New York. As for me, I was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee. Then about a year or two ago my dad, brother and I moved to New York City. It had to do with my dads job. Then at the beggining of the school year I came here. And from then on became a beta, head cheerleader, and am running for student council president." Star smiled, it was a mouthful. And that was only half of her life.
"So are you thinking of running for student council?" Star asked Sam. She was pretty sure what the answer was gonna be, but it was worth asking.
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Post by Sam Grey on Mar 20, 2008 7:08:08 GMT -5
Sam laughed softly. "Yeah, I'd do really well running for prez, or V,P. can you imagine me up there giving a speech to the entire student body. 'and...I...uh...promise...to...um...make only healthy food...uh... available at the uh... well.... wherever it is the people who don't leave the campus eat... and uh...'" He laughed again. "No, I'm not running, I'm probably not even going to vote. After all, no matter who is elected I'm not going to be effected by it. It's not like they're going to make writing poetry in the back corner of the library illegal, and punishable in the school." He smiled again. "But you're running, and good luck. It takes courage to do that kind of thing." Sam began to gather up the crumpled and torn pages of the ground. He gathered them into his second school bag, so that he could just dump them in the trash when it was time to go. He looked at Star, and his forehead crinkled. He knew he'd seen her somewhere before, he just wasn't sure where... with a slight shrug he let it go, Deciding that it wasn't worth worrying about. Struck with sudden inspiration he grabbed his notebook and began to write furiously, the end result was legible if only just. Dark Wind[
There's a dark wind blowing, across the world and I am left only knowing, that you are the girl, I lived my life bereft of, your face and glowing smile. So I ask a favor, stay with me a while. He looked down at it and smiled. It was always good when inspiration hit at the most random moments, what usually resulted was good, it always needed polish but it was good.
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Post by Star Williams on Mar 20, 2008 16:25:17 GMT -5
Star laughed when Sam did his 'speech'. "Come on, ya gotta at least vote! If I win the election it may influence you. And maybe I will make writing poetry back here illegal!" Star teased. She made puppy dog eyes, "Please vote." She said in soft voice. Star sighed and leaned back.
When Sam scooped up his papers Star raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you better recycle those! Paper doesn't grow on trees, it is the trees. " When Sam looked at Star she just smiled at him. But in her head she was wondering what was going through his mind.
It suprised Str when Sam all of the sudden started writing. She didn't want to intrude on his privacy so she just looked around. When Sam finished writing he looked happy. "I assume thet this poem worked out ok."
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:51:32 GMT -5
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