The writings From The Minds Of The Misunderstood 2 (Part 1)

Chapter 9: Mother's Poetry

There once was a boy so alone in the world, he was lost; looking for someone whom would show him just a little bit of kindness.

He found kindness in the eyes of a girl who was younger than he. The boy was 21 and the girl was only 17. They both knew he would need to move on within the coming months.

The day came at end of June, the boy having none but her show him kindness; he left that day and never returned. Not to even say he hasn't dropped off the face of the earth.

The girl knew it would come eventually, but that did not mean she couldn't dread the day where her friend would leave her. Understanding that is what he had to do and why he did it are two different things. But two things she learned to accept.
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To the boy who scorned me,

You k ow who you are because of the guilt in your eyes. What I want to know is what made you think it was okay to hurt the one who loved you?

Cowardice?
Did someone force you?
No?
Well... then it is goodbye.
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I can feel the armor cracking against my skin, if I am not careful maybe I will crack and shatter too? I have been the one Who stays strong for far too long. When will my time to be weak come? When will my turn to let the armor crack and fall away from me? I don't know if I can hold up much longer.

When will someone save me the soldier?
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Gracefully her daughter danced in and out of the trees, as if nothing was wrong; being oblivious to the pain in her mother's eyes was one thing. For she was only at the age of seven.

Pain was something her mother knew of because she suffers everyday in pain caused by normal movements of any kind.

It was the musical sound of the child's laughter that kept her mind sane.
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Why does the wind blow?
To bring good luck and send away bad.
Well how do you know?
My mother told me when I was young as her mother told her and her mother told her. And I tell you now as you are young.
When will I know when the luck will come?
That's what you will need to figure out on your own.
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Give up, just give up they said.... Except all this time I never did.... But you did, on us being friends. Do you know how that haunts me say in and day out?

You were the one who was alone... Not me; except I was the one who understood the most.

Do you just not care anymore? If you don't then I can try not to! I thought I was at least something to you but I guess not.
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Walking the winding streets of London, I found myself sitting on the steps of the old ancient library.

The elderly grounds keeper found me sitting on the steps.

Why are you not home?

I needed to walk and think; I've been walking and thinking and I wound up here.

You should come in and get warm by the fire, besides your clothes are soaked from the falling rain.

Then, I noticed the rain pooling around around my ankles.

Yes I agree I should.

I'll send a bird to tell your parents where you are.

So here! He handed me charcoal and a strip of paper to tell my parents where I was and that I was fine.

Thank your sir;

No problem young lady.

Grandfather is that you? Called a voice from the second floor of the library.

Yes child I'm here. A young lady was on our door step thinking in the pouring rain; I've let her in.
He stopped short as he came around the bend, his friends at school had been poking fun at him for liking a girl younger than him by a year. Hello said I to him.

He just stood there staring at me, do I know you from somewhere?
From the school house, I replied to him.

Ah yes no I remember you; your Aaron's sister , yes?
Yes, I'm his only sister; we have four older brothers. I'm the youngest. Aaron is 17 and I'm turning 17 in a few months.

Ahh. I see he said.

I gave a small shiver.

You must be freezing right now!

Yeah, a bit actually; he took off his robe and placed it around my shoulders.

Thank you, um I never caught your name; I told him.
Shawn, my name is Shawn 

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Time to start over, time to go to a new place. And so I decide to try the place unknown, the place traveled less than this.

This place is well kept, but dark and eerie. Stone statues all around me, of dragons, fairies and thankfully no angels. The walls of the old station is a charcoal gray, the building looked as if it was built during the days of creation.

Anyway, I walk up to the ticket booth to pay for ticket. But no one was there.... "Huh."

There was a sign on the window that said "pay as much as you wish when you board the train."

Searching my pockets I realize that I only have three pounds and six pence on my person. Hoisting my shoulder bag higher on my arm, I open the door to see that the entire place has been abandoned.

The interior of the building was decrepit, dull as water filled clouds. But no matter, the building keeps me out of the now pouring rain that wasn't there a few seconds ago.

I watch as the lighting strikes the tracks of the old station. Sparks flying from the rails because of rarely being used.

It was either a few minutes or a few hours later, I had no idea. Well I heard the train whistle crying in the distance,
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I heard the music playing in the background as I passed by the house of Eden. That was not the first time that I walked home late at night and heard the music blasting from the buildings that stood there. Today I decided to venture inside and see what everything was inside.

When I did go inside I noticed that there was a boy about my age or a little bit younger than me sitting there by the stereo. Ready a book while the music blasted loudly all around him.

Took you long enough to come in to figure out where the music was coming from. He said in a thick Australian accent.

Who are you? I asked him defensively.

"Momma, these are amazing." Exclaimed Mendel

"They are splendid. "Signed Alice

"Yes Ma they are fantastic," said Levi; he was so proud of his mother for her talent as a writer.