one

A boy in a shadowy room.
Focused lights give a glow:
Blue, red, yellow.
They are rapidly moving,
Spinning spotlights, yet
Never stopping to use their focus,
Never seeing one thing as something to see.
All his friends are there, though
He hasn’t come to see them.
And there she is,
The girl he has dreamed of since the second grade.
They know one another so well;
He is meeting her for the first time.
They waste the night away together,
As if they always did;
They never had.
A boy in a shadowy room.
Focused lights give a glow:
Blue, red, yellow.
Soon enough she has to go,
All her friends are around,
Saying farewell, and
Finally,
She comes to him.
In that moment,
The lights finally slow down,
Their focus serves a purpose, and
They are spotlights.
In that moment,
Everything has meaning;
Everything is something to see.
Now a single red spotlight,
Moving slower as each moment passes,
Passes over her face, but
She does not blink, for
She cannot blink.
Her eyes are attached to his, and
His to hers, and
Those eyes become spots of light.
They embrace one another, and
Their lips find one another, as
A first kiss says,
Farewell.
She walks away, and
He is left paralyzed.
After a moment passes,
Now faster once again,
Now faster than ever before,
He comes to, and
Chases after her.
He runs out of the building, but
She is not to be found.
He doesn’t even know her name, yet
She is left in the depths of his being.
Thus,
He waits to find her anew.
In every girl he sees,
He looks for her, and
Her alone,
For now that he has seen beauty beyond imagining,
He can imagine no other beauty.
In a few years he finds her, but
He does not know he has at first sight.
He is hit by that face,
Beautiful beyond imagining, and
He knows this face, but
He does not know whose face it could be.
After looking in all other places,
He finally knows.
This is her.
And there she is,
The girl he has dreamed of since the second grade.
But he hesitates.
He sees that she would not be his, and
He thinks he can find his dreamgirl in someone else.
Someone closer,
Someone easier to reach, but
As long as she is present,
As long as she permeates his mind,
He cannot.
In time he surrenders to himself.
He knows that he can love only one, and
That love belongs to his dreamgirl,
The girl he has dreamed of since the second grade.
He finally tells her,
He writes a letter, and
A letter tells her how he feels.
He has been searching for her his entire life;
She is meeting him for the first time.
Yet,
His love is as he always knew,
Unrequited and impossible, for
She sees him as nothing to see.
And so,
He is waiting for the time,
The time she would give up
On finding the perfect boy, and
Realize that he is waiting,
A boy in the shadows,
Waiting for the lights to slow…

-Dedicated to anyone that has ever said a nerd can't be a romantic too...

Ohh yeah, and I should probably also say that I have yet to experience my first kiss.

In this world, we divide ourselves by country;
In this country, we divide ourselves by state;
In this state, we divide ourselves by city;
In this city, we divide ourselves by generation;
In this generation, we divide ourselves by school;
In this school, we divide ourselves by year;
In this year, we divide ourselves by race;
In this race, we divide ourselves by sex;
In this sex, we divide ourselves by clique;
If we are to achieve anything,
We must act not as one clique,
But as one human race.

Poetic Thinking

With IB beginning, and a drain on longer thoughts, I thought it would be appropriate to start a new blog. Like deeperthinking, this probably won't be updated often, but I hope you find it interesting nonetheless. Poems are a little more fun and sometimes a little easier to write than a full deeperthinking post, so I think it should be a little easier to update, especially since I was kind of running out of deeperthinking posts. Anyway, enjoy!