Hey! I'm at the library right now...and COMPLETELY BORED. And since I took my Lord of the Flies test today, I decided to type a litte random non-rhyming free verse poem/get inside her head about a possible story I might type in the future.
The basic scenario (I probably spelled that wrong): Jack has a fraternal twin sister (with dark auburn hair, by the way) who is stranded with the boys on the island. Now, I don't know if this will screw things up...but she falls in love with Simon, and the poem takes place after his death.
My Poor, Poor Simon
Dead. This is what he is.
Blood and tears. This is what he's covered in.
Murder. This is how he died.
Sad, scared, and confused. These were his emotions.
In love. This was how he felt about me.
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My poor, poor Simon, laying on the beach, the moon giving off a melancholy light.
Cuts and bruises cover your body, as your dark hair is soaked with salt from the uncaring sea.
My tears fall over you as I beg you not to die.
With your last strength, you look at me, and I know you love me.
And then you leave without a sound.
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Those cruel boys--including my own brother--can only stare in shock.
I turn to them, no words forming in my mouth.
My own brother...responsible...
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Tears keep coming as I drag him to his special thinking place.
It takes all day to dig a hole.
And it takes half of the next to completely cover him again.
I lay a blood-soaked white flower on top.
Blood he shed because he was not afraid.
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My poor, poor Simon, dead by the sea.
It pains me to look at you...because all I will see
Is you not moving...still as a tree.
But I need to be happy...because now you are free.