Hey! Wassup! Now its Billy's turn. Happy reading! Remember to R'n'R! ~
Mistika
"Why me?" Billy asked. He wasn't sure what the others would think of his poetry. It was about his mother. He looked at Kim and Jason and saw that they wouldn't take no for an answer. He could sometimes out stubborn Jason, But he had yet to succeed in out stubborning Kim. He sighed.
"OK, I'll go next but I want to warn you this is very personal to me. It's about my mother." As he took the crinkled paper out of his pocket he saw Jason and Kim glance at each other. They were the only ones who had ever met his mom, Laura. Kim and his mom had been especially close. He took a deep breath.
"I entitled it 'The Rain'" he took another deep breath and started to read.
I remember the rain.
Not much else.
Sitting on the porch, silent.
Not crying like everyone else.
I watched everyone's tears
Blend with the tears
To form puddles
Which dripped into the street.
And were splashed up by the cars
As they turned into the driveway
Ruining my new shoes.
But I didn't care
Because they were old anyway
I couldn't help but wonder
If the rain could wash my tears
All the way to the ocean
(Which was only around the block)
And eventually to Japan.
My friends and I had tried to send a bottle once
But we found it the next day
Washed up on the shore
So I didn't think my tears
Would make it either.
I threw a rock into a drainpipe
That used to be my favorite hiding spot
And it made a hollow sound
Which was how I felt inside
When everybody told me
How sorry they were
And patted my sopping hair.
I just sat in the rain
Until they all left
Which wasn't long
Because no one wanted to stay.
I didn't wave goodbye,
I just stared into the rain,
The only thing in life
That seemed consistent
And that always has been.
As long as I remember her,
I will remember the rain."
When he stopped reading there were tears in everyone's eyes and Jason was holding a crying Kimberly in his arms. Billy didn't think his poem would make her cry. He stood up and walked over to Kim. She suddenly threw herself into his arms. He held her and Jason put his arms around both of them. Kimberly's cries soon became little sniffles. She smiled sadly and softly at Billy, her eyes saying what she couldn't say out loud, 'I miss her too'. All through the exchange, the rest of the group just watched. Tommy and Adam were slightly miffed. Why had she broken down like that?
Kimberly eased herself out of the guys embrace and sat back down. Jason sat down as well and sat back to back again., Billy sat back down next to Trini. Tommy finally spoke up.
"What happened? Not to be mean, but what just happened?" Kimberly realized then that they had no idea why she had broken down like that. She took a breath and let it out slowly.
"Laura, Billy's mom, and I were extremely close. Just as close as Billy himself was to her. Jason had a hard time when she died. He was slightly close to her, but not as close as Billy and I. Still, he was grieving, but he also had two, mourning friends on his hand, that were taking it a lot harder than he was." She had tears in her eyes again. She quickly blinked them away then smiled as brightly as she could.
"Billy just so you know that was wonderful, but if ya don't mind can we get on to less depressing poetry?" He chuckled. He looked at the group.
Since I went last I get to choose who goes next. I pick Aisha." He smirked as Aisha grimaced.
It's not as happy as you think." Billy just smiled and nodded. She gave him the death glare.
"Fine. You asked for it!"
"Why me?" Billy asked. He wasn't sure what the others would think of his poetry. It was about his mother. He looked at Kim and Jason and saw that they wouldn't take no for an answer. He could sometimes out stubborn Jason, But he had yet to succeed in out stubborning Kim. He sighed.
"OK, I'll go next but I want to warn you this is very personal to me. It's about my mother." As he took the crinkled paper out of his pocket he saw Jason and Kim glance at each other. They were the only ones who had ever met his mom, Laura. Kim and his mom had been especially close. He took a deep breath.
"I entitled it 'The Rain'" he took another deep breath and started to read.
I remember the rain.
Not much else.
Sitting on the porch, silent.
Not crying like everyone else.
I watched everyone's tears
Blend with the tears
To form puddles
Which dripped into the street.
And were splashed up by the cars
As they turned into the driveway
Ruining my new shoes.
But I didn't care
Because they were old anyway
I couldn't help but wonder
If the rain could wash my tears
All the way to the ocean
(Which was only around the block)
And eventually to Japan.
My friends and I had tried to send a bottle once
But we found it the next day
Washed up on the shore
So I didn't think my tears
Would make it either.
I threw a rock into a drainpipe
That used to be my favorite hiding spot
And it made a hollow sound
Which was how I felt inside
When everybody told me
How sorry they were
And patted my sopping hair.
I just sat in the rain
Until they all left
Which wasn't long
Because no one wanted to stay.
I didn't wave goodbye,
I just stared into the rain,
The only thing in life
That seemed consistent
And that always has been.
As long as I remember her,
I will remember the rain."
When he stopped reading there were tears in everyone's eyes and Jason was holding a crying Kimberly in his arms. Billy didn't think his poem would make her cry. He stood up and walked over to Kim. She suddenly threw herself into his arms. He held her and Jason put his arms around both of them. Kimberly's cries soon became little sniffles. She smiled sadly and softly at Billy, her eyes saying what she couldn't say out loud, 'I miss her too'. All through the exchange, the rest of the group just watched. Tommy and Adam were slightly miffed. Why had she broken down like that?
Kimberly eased herself out of the guys embrace and sat back down. Jason sat down as well and sat back to back again., Billy sat back down next to Trini. Tommy finally spoke up.
"What happened? Not to be mean, but what just happened?" Kimberly realized then that they had no idea why she had broken down like that. She took a breath and let it out slowly.
"Laura, Billy's mom, and I were extremely close. Just as close as Billy himself was to her. Jason had a hard time when she died. He was slightly close to her, but not as close as Billy and I. Still, he was grieving, but he also had two, mourning friends on his hand, that were taking it a lot harder than he was." She had tears in her eyes again. She quickly blinked them away then smiled as brightly as she could.
"Billy just so you know that was wonderful, but if ya don't mind can we get on to less depressing poetry?" He chuckled. He looked at the group.
Since I went last I get to choose who goes next. I pick Aisha." He smirked as Aisha grimaced.
It's not as happy as you think." Billy just smiled and nodded. She gave him the death glare.
"Fine. You asked for it!"
