AN: I disclaim all of this even the carpe diem part. Wahoo for english class and the Dead Poet's Society for inspiring me mais bien. It doesn't make sense, really, but make of it what you will.
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Carpe Diem, they say in their hallowed halls of learning. Carpe Diem resonates off the marble floors and the vaulted ceilings. It winds it's way through the curtains, in through the bookshelves, between the leather covers and thick pages of knowledge.
They tell their sons; "Just seize the day."
We say that too, here down in the streets. We mutter it under our breath before we grab at that loaf of bread hanging off the baker's cart. We whisper it to ourselves as we slip a hand into a nearby pocket, as our fingers close around a golden pocket watch.
- He had blue eyes and brown hair
We can hear it whispered unwillingly in our ears as we watch that pretty girl walking home alone at night. It's there when that prostitute on the corner adjusts her dress, smiling seductively even though she knows our pockets are empty.
Blue eyes, brown hair, a carefree smileWe hear it when we fall asleep at night, pressed up together in a bunk, bare flesh to bare flesh.
One of those smiles that can make you weak in the kneesIt resonates around every playful wrestling match, around every sympathetic smile, or touch, around every quiet embrace of comfort.
His voice cracked sometimes as he wove his words around me, his beautiful, honest, heartfelt wordsIt's been said as we slip that ace up our sleeves.
Passionate wordsIt's been said as that rich kid walks through Harlem.
He had strong hands, a strong face, strong armsIt's been said when a drunken glance lasts too long, when the morning comes too soon, when our eyes speak the truth that our tongues cannot.
He was beautifulYou said it to us when we were almost broken, our spirit gone.
His eyes used to sparkle when he got going. His lips were so soft against mine, his hands almost trembling as they rested on my shouldersYou said it to us when we most needed to hear it.
He used to wake me up early, smiling up at me as if I were the only person in the world. His curls were always adorably mussed, his eyes sleepy, the sheet rumpled around his formWhere are you now?
I don't know if they knew what went on after lights out. If they understood why I stayed in the background.
If I got too close, the admiration in my eyes was drowned out by something else. Something too real for them to understand. Too real for them to be able to accept.
Too real for me to accept.
You've just gotta seize the day.
I still wake up at night sometimes, his voice alive in my ears. I imagine that I can still smell him on my sheets. Sometimes I close my eyes and wish, wish that I could turn back time.
And then I remember.
You've gotta seize the day.
Today.
Well, it's tomorrow.
And I'm too late.
You've just gotta seize the day.
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Carpe Diem.
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AN: I HATE FF.NET FOR NOT LETTING ME DO MY DAMN ITALICS!! *sob* why does it hate me so??? Ark just just .. ARK! I'm too enraged with fury at my stupid computer to express myself any more coherently. Stupid computer *shakes fist* .. oh, and it looked so PRETTY with the proper italics, too!! *pout* aaanyway I have no idea where this came from. It doesn't really make any sense but I dunno. I figured I'd post it just for feedback. What do you think?? and no, of course I'm not going to TELL you who this is! That would destroy an Ali tradition. Decide for yourselves. J
