Well... I have finally gotten up off my butt and written.
*Feigned wonderment* And Doctor Who fic nonetheless! What is this world coming too? I never write for the Whoniverse! At least, not out of my head... but low and behold, here is a Doctor/Rose poem! Where did this come from? Le gasp!
Anyway... this is dedicated to all the teacher's whose classes I didn't pay attention in so I could write this. Mrs. Geske (I'm sorry, but I really DON'T care about being able to do a push up. Or play basketball), Mrs. Dieterle (Steven did it this time. Not me), Mrs. Weisbeck (you scare me sometimes. Really scare me. And I'm sorry for only getting a 99% in your class), Mr. Fierro (CURSE YOU FIERRO!), Ms. Nell (awesomest French teacher ever. Just saying. And you make yummy cupcakes), Mrs. Baker (Tucker was better. I'm sorry, but it's true), and Mr. Buus (your name is cool, but your class isn't. Sorry. At least I have my Whovian you kindly put in the seat next to me to talk to). I appreciate you guys... but I appreciate Doctor Who more.
POETRY FOR THE WIN! My friends seemed to like this (except Jarrad, who refused to read it, because he hates to admit the fact that I'm better at things than him) so I thought I'd put it on here for you guys. Hope you enjoy!
Once upon a time
As our story's begun
A man grabbed her hand
Gazed at her, shouted, "Run!"
They tore through the basement
And he asked for her name
She replied, "Rose."
And then asked him the same.
He said simply, "The Doctor."
Then left her alone
Blew up her workplace
And arrived at her home.
"Who are you really?"
She said to him
He looked at her deeply
Took her hand once again.
"I can feel the world spinning
And you just don't know
How fast we'd be falling
If we were to let go..."
So she ran off with him
That strange man from space
Right by his side,
That was her place.
They beat many monsters
Daleks, Slitheen, Gelth
But their one greatest challenge
Was Bad Wolf, Rose herself.
The Daleks were back
And out for the kill
The Doctor sent Rose home
Though against her will.
She returned to save him
With time in her head
As so not to lose her
He burned instead.
But something went wrong
And Rose tried her best
To keep the Earth safe
So the Doctor could rest.
There's only so much you can do though
When being killed by a tree
She put a screwdriver in his hand
And whispered, "Help me."
He was up like a flash
And running again
No rest for the Time Lord
Fighting on adrenalin.
"How long," he asked her
"How long will you stay?"
She smiled and replied,
"Fighting by you? Always."
And fight they did
Side by side
Across the universe
Until the day that bliss died.
Doomsday came
And the ghosts did attack
Sacrifices must be paid
If you want to fight back.
He looked on in horror
As she was torn from his grip
Rose hurtled towards darkness
Because of one little slip.
Separated forever
Rose on one side
The Doctor lost again on the other
And so they both cried.
He called to her one night
And she followed his voice
She wanted to come back
But they had no choice.
"To say goodbye," he said
"I'm burning up a star."
"Can you come back?" she asked.
"No," he said, "It's too far."
"I love you," she sobbed
He smiled sadly. "Quite right too.
And if it's my last chance to say it
Rose Tyler-" I love you.
She wiped at her tears
As he let his fall
Though they didn't want to believe it
It was the end of it all.
Rose stood there silently
Alone in the sand
And through the pain came a question;
"Now who'll hold his hand?"
The Doctor runs alone now
He has to go on
Because he knows that his Rose
Would want him to be strong.
They're both lost in the darkness
And they don't have a clue
Because how can you live
With your hearts torn in two?
A thread still connects them
Breaking through the walls
So with that small bond
They push through it all.
Though apart, they're still running
Just as fast as they can
As far as forever
And still holding hands.
OH MY RAXACORICOFALLAPATORIOUS! THE FEELS! THE FEELS!
Yeah... I'm pretty sure I angsted myself out. At least until I watch Journey's End again. Oh my gosh... the things I get from that O.o
MOFFAT YOU ARE A TWISTED EVIL WRITER GENIUS MAN! YOU TOO, DAVIES! AND I ONLY WISH I COULD BE AS AWESOME AS YOU! BUT SADLY, I DONT OWN THIS!
Although, who does? BBC? I don't know... I just know I don't. Sad.