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Bitter Nothings, Sweet Somethings
by Sam Hackel-Butt (Age: 19)
copyright 06-28-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Bitter Nothings, Sweet Somethings

Like the paths rain make
On the window pane-
So predictable
Yet erratic-
No one understands-
How one can feel-
When touched for the first time-
By the one you love.
Silent, secret, sincere
Yet gushing and boiling
Bubbling, fizzling over edges
Unable to contain
Echoing faint whispers-
Screaming with laughter.
On my arm
Through a black sweatshirt
Adorned with a hood
And meaningless drivel
In white font.
Bitter nothings
Sweet somethings
Spiral within
Like coils
Of sweet smelling incense-
Burning to sweeten
The injured atmosphere.
Black sweat shirt
Worn for comfort
To remember
To forget-
The scent
The laugh
The memory that stirred
When you looked into my eyes
Smiled
Parted your lips
And sighed my name-
For fear
If you spoke too loudly-
You would confess
That you-
-
Black with white font
Alive with scents.
Sounds
Woven into the cloth
Of cheap material
Burning with your touch
The feel
Of maturing hands
Talented
Skilled-
Proud hands
That create
Instead of eliminate
That provoke
Feelings
Thoughts
Emotions.
Amongst the rest
Who sparkle
Like cheap jewellery
You shine
Like the streets
After rainfall.
I remember
How we ran
Through puddles
Both huddled
Into ourselves
Into our black sweat shirts
Adorned with a hood
And meaningless drivel
In white font.
Bitter nothings
Sweet somethings
Screamed
As we ran
Laughing-
Shouting-
Praying for the rain-
To never
Stop.


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09-24-2006 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

This was a nice "trip down memory" lane. Unfortunately, my first memories (and all scents and sounds) are so far behind me that they seem not so vivid in my imagination (nor in my own "black sweatshirt"). Thus, works like this bring it all alive once again and I cherish every opportunity to do so. Tank you for sharing this wonderful bitter-sweet work with us.

- BryEyz
Of the Commenting Crusaders


07-25-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

Hi Sam,

This was most touching and descriptive-well-crafted and economically written. Great choice of words. It was my honor to read it.
Thank you for entering my contest and please read my moon note.

Rich


07-08-2006 Mehrina B.    

Wow, wow, oh wow Samantha! So beautiful, so sweet, so lovely! This is one of the best ones I've ever read in all my life! Every word was so preciously used, and such wonderful words, and the entire poem was just toooooooo beautiful! Bravado, you lovebird! Sparkles on your Sparkly mind! ;)


07-06-2006 BJ Niktabe    

This makes me want to go out and buy a plain black hoodie and have it silk-screened on the front (in white font, of course) to say, "meaningless drivel." I would buy one that says that, but I don't think I've ever seen one like that.
I like this. But I don't read sad in it. I see butterflies in the stomach at that first touch. And I happiness as you run through the rain, but it seems like that happiness is almost ecstasy.


06-28-2006 Tabitha Beaudin    

Wow, that was long but very good. I really like how you formatted it, and like David said, it is full of emotion, but mostly it was lots of fun to read!

Tabby.


06-28-2006 Leigh G.    

Very nice Sami! I really liked this one, like David said, the choice of words is a great one! The flow and style of the poem keep it moving, and keep the readers' interest. You told a story here, in what I call the "Short Line" style...I've adopted the Long Line style myself, since it tells a story in a prose form. You've managed to tell a sad and very true story here, in a poem style which is impressive. Something that bothers me: There's only one tiny little comment! You know me and how I get with short comments...it's sickening! Before I get too distracted...this was a very good poem! Like I said, the flow and all of that are good, not to mention the descriptions you have here. The title is also a fitting one pending on the topic... Great work, keep writing!


Leigh of the Commenting Crusaders!

P.S. I read the rest SOS. :)


06-28-2006 David Pekrul    

Very, very nice. So full of emotion with well-chosen words. Looks like I have some stiff competition in this contest.


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