J Trio (Part 3)

So, I put my backpack on my back, obviously, and dragged Joan from the playground. Joan dragged Jack along with her. Finally, we were out of the park. The sad part was, I had no clue where we were. You know, it’s kind of strange to see what looks like a Chinatown in a mostly white, suburban neighborhood. There were temples all around us. Joan and Jake didn’t notice though, oh nooooooo. Of course they didn’t notice, they were to busy giggling and holding each other to notice. “HELLO? IS ANYONE HERE???!” I called. After a minute, an old man came out, followed by an old woman.
“They are here, Nguyet.”
“Yes, I told you they would come, Han.”
“Hello? Can either one of you tell me what is going on? You seem to be talking about us, since we’re the only people in the sight range.” I said. I got a reply, but not the kind I wanted, I think. It was a telepathic message. It said: Children should be seen not heard. We will answer your question when we are ready.
I was slightly miffed at the message, but also interested. I tried to send a telepathic message to Joan. The message said: Joan, stop canoodling with Jake. –Jane. Joan didn’t move, so apparently she probably didn’t get the message. Suddenly the two old Asian people stopped talking. “Jane, your question?” I was so surprised that they knew my name. “Wha…What? Oh, right, my question. Ummmm…. What’s going on, if I can ask?”

Love Story from the Civil War

“I must no longer see you, Clara.”
“Richard!! Where did that come from? Are you mad?”
“I have found a light to help me from blundering Clara; I am no longer prey to anything you may do to me.”
“Richard! What have I done, no, nothing has been done. I am innocent.”
“That’s what I am afraid you’re not, Clara. I have heard that you, you, were with another man.”
“Well, I can’t deny that, but that is over. Plum turned over, like a cow in a fishing boat.”
“Clara! Such rude descriptions are not like you. Must you be so like a peasant?”
“Richard! What an insult to my human nature! Just last week you called me a prig!”
“Dear Clara, we were fighting. The prig is the nature of you I have fallen in love with.”
“So you despise me.”
“No, no, that is not it. I do not like what you have done to yourself now. You are filthy and nasty. I do not want to have anything to do with this new personality.” “What has that filthy man done to you?” He said under his breath. The air around them was slightly cool. She had a shawl wrapped around her, as if she could not stand the chill. He with a light jacket seemed nothing but warm, as confronting a lover does to ones temperature.
“Will you not insult a decision I have made. I love only you, and no one but you, you know that!” Clara said the last part with a huff. She was getting cold, and wanted this to be over. She had no thoughts of leaving though; she had to get this out. He said himself that he would wait for me, forever and foremost. She decided to make that point. “You said….”
“I know what I said, and you know it too. I’m tired of hearing you say: You said, you said. It makes no difference to me. I was in love, and I think I have just fallen out of it. Maybe YOU should watch what you do!” With that, he starts to walk off. His wooden boots making almost no sound on the hard dirt ground. With a cry, Clara starts after him. With tears in her eyes, she runs, loses a shoe, and gets it again. Then runs some more and repeats the whole cycle one more time before catching up to him.
“Now you listen to me, and I say listen! All right, listen!” Her word shaking by the tears coming violently from her eyes, and the madness he had caused her. “How could you accuse me of not loving you?”
“I have not accused, I have decided from your actions.” He turned to walk down the road. A man ran up with a uniform, and gave it to Richard. Then he ran off. Shaking it out, they both realized that it was a uniform for the army. He had enlisted and was going off to war. He looked into her eyes. “Goodbye Clara.” He said as he turned again to walk down the road.

Running

Running
Screaming
Laughing
Having a good time

Yeah, right
All alone
In the corner
But no more
I’m gonna go
I’m gonna fly
I’m gonna soar
Out in to the open
Away from everything
Somewhere
Where I am special
Somewhere
That I can shine
Somewhere
That I can live
Somewhere
That I can breathe
That I can
Be
Me
I need to be
Around
A place
Where I can
Run free

Lost or in Love?

I open the mystical gate,
And open I find,
A wonderful world,
Beyond,
My imagination,
That I can’t perceive,
Anything,
What is bad?
What is good?
Is this love?
Or am I confused?
In the jungle,
I can not see,
I am blind,
When roaming
This place.
I am in the desert,
A thirst
I have never seen,
Comes through,
And I wonder,
And wish,
This place away.
I am on a star,
Flying,
Soaring,
High above the clouds,
Others
Wonder
When I hit rock bottom,
Where I will be found.
I am where I am,
I found what that
Confused,
Wondering,
Idea
Really is to me.

The Epic of the Horseman and the Lady

The moon shines
On the lake
The horseman rides
The horse finds a shore
Of the shining mirror
Mane dripping with sweat
His head falls
Into the water
The horseman leaps down,
Pats the horse,
And sits beneath the willow
At the dead of night.

The moon hits the lake
It is a spotlight
In the sky
And a woman,
Comes into the scene
A mare,
Is her companion
But she rides
At the dead of night.

She jumps off her horse
The horse runs
To the edge
Of the smooth mirror
“I thought I’d find you here”
Whispers she with lips as soft and pink
As two painted clouds
“You must have run your horse for me”
Whispers he with chapped, broken lips
Like stone, broken by magic
At the dead of night.

She saunters over
As soft as a mouse, stealing food
Clouds, brushing his frozen face,
“Their cold, your cheeks.” She says,
Her hands,
Petite and white
Like a sculpted figures
To his face
Warming
Pressing her clouds,
Once again to his eyelids

They bask in the warmth
Of the other
The sun,
It starts to rise
A big fire ball
In the purple sky
Slowly getting brighter
And lighter
They notice
“We must go.”
Chapped lips says
“We must.”
The clouds are removed from his face.
The mare and the horse are still waiting,
Each jumps on,
And rides into the sunrise.

The J Trio (Part 2)

I slowly crept back towards the lot. I was tiptoeing around the corner, when BAM!!!!!! “AHHHHHHHH!!!” They were ready for me. All my hopes of getting to school flew out the window. Arms were wrapped around my chest, and my legs were on Jack’s shoulders. Even though it really hurt, I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and increase my chances of being beat up.
“Look, we’re skipping today. Are you gonna get beat up by us and skip, or just go along?” I contemplated this for a while. Apparently, it was to long, and I got punched in the gut by Jack. I decided that going along with their plan was better than physical pain.
“Fine, Fine.” To the park we ran. Well, really I was trying to walk, while they ran. Every once in a while, they would stop, wait for me, and drag me along to run with them. Luckily for us, there were no little kids, nannies, or grandmas in the park. In fact, there was no one there! Joan ran under the play ground. She waited a second.
“Hey, c’mon.” She pulled Jack and me under the set with her.
“So, I bet there’s a real reason for us being here Joan.” I said coldly. I tried to sound icy, but it always sounds like I’m trying to be funny.
“Jane, Jane, Jane. Don’t you ever do anything for the sake of fun?” Joan asked.
“Yes, but you’re always up to something.”
“Well, maybe she’s doing this for fun this time, you never know.” Jack said tauntingly.
‘”Oh Jack!” Joan said playfully. I couldn’t believe it. They were just trying to make me do something. This had never been fun, but it was turning worse by the second.

The J Trio

Okay, I know you probably think this is totally weird. I know, and I’m sorry. You’re probably going to think, why do they even hang out together?? Well, there has to be something behind that, but that’s for you to find out.
I had just left my house on a regular routine, and was walking to the bus stop. Joan came up; she grabbed me by the arm. “Hey, Get Off!”
“Oh come on, just follow me.”
“I will if you let go.” I thought that if she let me go, I could run to the stop or something. Unfortunately, she read my mind.
“Will not! You’ll run away. Now stop pulling, you’re just making it worse.” I finally stopped, and Joan pulled me into the empty lot near the bus stop. It’s totally invisible from the bus stop. There I saw Jack and Russ. Russ was circling around Jack like a vulture. Jack backed into a wall, to have his face meet Russ’s fist. Russ, startled, ran from the lot, leaving us alone. Jack sat, panting in the corner where Russ had just been.
“So why’d ya bring me here for?” I said, “We probably missed the bus.” I turned to leave, but Joan caught me by the arm again.
“You aren’t going anywhere lil’ missy.” She cried. My arm, still sore from when she wrangled it last, was shaking.
“Jeez, what a wimp.” Jack called.
“Hey look at you, sitting in a corner with a bloody nose!” I jeered back. I got Joan’s arm off, and ran.
I was the bus at the end of the street, and knew that I couldn’t catch it. Jack had dropped my cell phone in the fish pond a week ago. My parents weren’t home, either. My backpack was in the lot with Joan and Jack. I really didn’t want to go back, but if I was going to make it back to school, I would need it.