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If i lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world- chasing cars.
~Diana pov~
I never had time to consider things till now, such as what I missed of my old life. My friends I would always see, my parents, people that think killing other people is appalling. My photos of when I was younger, my bed, and even the annoying neighbors. But yet things here are not so bad, I have Portia and cinna, can create cloths like no other. And I can help change things. Now I feel….
Peace. That's what I feel, no more major events. At least not until next year, Just me and a good peaceful time reading up on "catching fire" while relaxing on a desk chair. The sunlight from the window makes a perfect reading lamp.
"Of course the peace wont last." I thought grimly, coming into the page where there in the arena, and fighting for there lives.
Giving a huff I put the book away. Portia was in the kitchen making beef stow, as I come to sit on a counter chair.
She looks over her shoulder, and grins at me while going back to cooking.
"Cinna called, looking for some inside help on next years hunger games, and I recommended you. Seeing as I have a list of things to do." she said with a sly wink.
And I could tell she was teasing me, what for I might have a good idea.
"That's fine." I said, taking a piece of garlic-bread.
"Oh and it's over lunch!" she said, facing forward. I almost spited out my bread, but I saved myself the embarrassment by chocking it down.
"b..bu..but I'm eating here with you!" I say, trying to reason.
"Oh no, this is for me" said Portia, poring the soup into a big bowl.
"You're an evil women you know that?" I said to her, a slight playful glare aimed at her.
"I try." was her innocent response. "Sure" I said rolling my eyes, as i began heading toward my room where I go to change.
I settle on a black one shoulder dress, yellow under fabric that only shows down a ruffled split, going down one shoulder and across the bottom.
Along with the dress a pair of tan inch-heels to go with.
I feel ready, but I also have this feeling I know it's just a friend-get-together, but it feels strange to think about it that way.
You know me being a girl, him being a guy, going to lunch together. Not brother or sister or even related.
It just feels strange, unusual, weird, and completely complicated to wrap my head around.
My head says its just business, but my hearts telling me girl go and get some.
If you where in my shoes, how would you feel about the whole thing?.
"Awe gets your head on straight Diana!" I mentally scolded myself.
"Where just friends!" I repeated. And headed out of the apartment complex.
~ Maryanne pov~
"No finnick!" I said strictly, turning back to my poetry. "Oh come on!" he whined, head dropping on to his arm.
"I said no." I said back, looking at him from my position at my room desk, finnick came in uninvited saying he was bored. And plopped himself on my bed.
Now he won't stop whining about looking at what I'm writing. But this is personal, and also a romance type of poem that I don't want him to see.
"Wwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Noooooooooooooooooottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt." he said, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Cause I said so." I commented softly, looking dreamily at the paper as the words came to me.
"That's not a good reason." finnick countered, standing up quickly to peak over my shoulder, which I blocked by turning my back to him.
"Come on, I'm being a good boy." he said, a grin on his face that said the exact opposite.
"And I just got back today, I need a little inspiration." he said, nudging my back.
I didn't want finnick feeling like that, and I knew he needed a distraction from things. I suppose his situation is more severe then mine. At least I don't get forced to be hoed around with.
Giving a sigh, I lifted my poem over my head and he snatched it like the greedy, flirter he is.
~poem~
© Steve Escalera
Free fall down into the unknown
give you my heart and relinquish my soul
it's best for what life shall bestow
so I take a big step in the unknown
Never look back, for this is the choice
don't question myself, and keep my mind poised
take a look up, thank god and rejoice
because the truth is, I know I made the right choice
So I follow the path and forget the past
this devotion and emotion, I'll make sure it lasts
with passion so wide and a love so vast
pain and sadness will be things of the past.
I wait in suspense as he reads; he gives "ohm" every now and then. Which I scold at, he then turns to me and a cheeky grin crosses his lips.
"Its adorable, who's the lucky guy?" he says, face close to mine.
"There isn't one." I tell him, head held high. He gives a pouting look, as that of a kicked puppy. "I thought it was me." he says, eyes cased down warded, But I knew it was fake.
"Stop the act." I say taking back the paper from his out stretched hand.
His face instantly becomes cheeky again, I suppose being in the capitol so long, and he became a good actor. One of the best I guess.
"Anymore?" he replied, arms crossed and leaning on the back of the chair.
"I do..." I said slowly. Not looking at him, he pulls his face to look at me upside down.
"Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ppppppppppppppllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee rrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddd ttttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he whined out, and now I regret saying I did.
"Fine, fine, as long as you keep quiet!" I said softly wanting a bit of quiet.
"I will." he said with a wink.
~ Other poems~
You were there-
when tears fell from my eyes
you were there to brush them away
when I was lost in confusion
you were there to say that everything would be okay
when I stood before you falling apart
you were there to lend your heart
when I felt like no one could understand
you were there to take my hand
when no one else was left to care
you were there
why do we begin if we don't plan to finish
why do we love if we don't want to get hurt
why do we live if someday we must die
why do we smile if we really hurt inside
why do we frown when everything is upside down
why do we plan but not take to action
why do we cry when someday it will be alright
why do we get mad if we really should be glad
why do we morn when somebody is gone
why do we say hi if we really mean goodbye
why do we question what shouldn't be questioned
and answer what shouldn't be answered?
Tell me now…why?
~ another one~
When it's to rain,
clouds gather up in the sky.
So dark, mild, puffy and scary.
No place is laid out for better safety.
Here, is where all shall stay to witness thunder
and its blossoming lightning.
Creatures go about with no assurance of survival.
But nature, embraces our powerless selves
to relax knowing that all is well.
Like trouble, when it affiliates our lives
without a sign of caution.
Brings nothing but turmoil to these shaken souls-
Helplessly gazing ahead for all confusion to pass on.
Earth is never fun when one is sulking,
cause then death prevails.
Rain on its own sanctifies.
Same clouds that cover you with fear,
bring down water of life.
Darkness loiters around for a while;
and blinds your focus so you see not when it turns.
When it turns, so far away that
your vision is blared
with any troubles ever existed.
It's for this truth that,
rejoice when clouds gather.
For sadness sent down are disguises
filled with blessings to come fourth!
As the sun shines after this huge storm
As the ocean waves at me,
And the sand greets the sea,
The fish swim free,
And shells wash up by me.
The sand squishes suddenly,
Between my shoeless toes.
Then the tide flows over them,
And back down it goes.
The salt is on my tongue,
The seas song is sung,
The sun is going down,
And so my day at sea is done
"This is really good!" he said, laying them down on the bed, which he moved back to.
"Thank you finnick." I said back, and we sat there not talking for a little bit in a peaceful silence.
"I'm going to reheat the leftovers from last night." he said getting up.
"Finnick" I said without thinking.
"Yes." he said back, stopping in the door way.
"What am I doing?" I thought. "Never mind." I said to him, he gave a confused nod and left.
I thought for a moment, thinking about what I was going to say to him.
When it hit me. "I was going to tell him." I said quietly, I was going to tell him the truth about myself, where I'm from, that I knew what was going to happen, everything.
"I got to get my head on straight!" I thought, shaking my head, and stared out my near by window.
~ How you like that, seems like Maryanne is getting pretty chummy with finnick, and Diana what's with her, and what does Portia seem to know? How do you think piper is doing and when will Megan make a special appearance. All will be reviled after some time.
Also don't worry about when I finish all the books. I'm planning a sequel about there kids, well most of there kids (some of the characters wont make it, but just a few in this series) so ya work to do. Love me~