Description: Written a long time ago. Which sparked various novel ideas which moved onto movie ideas which spun itself back to this site, were im posting it. So please review. ~
A Tale Of Some Sort -------------------------------------------
There were these two boys. With amusing possessions.
Like shoes and such. If we must describe them.
We’ll call them
With tenuous frames.
And skinny hands. With violet eyes. And navy smiles.
That stood still in a delicate posture.
On days that rained. They stood on top of the building tall
Speaking of the weather and things that mattered.
Making sure their presence was uninterrupted.
By unneeded reason. That only punished.
These two boys.
So time went by and as they stared,
A treacherous smile escaped his lips. Sending a shiver down
The others flushed pale face.
And fever bright eyes.
And his hands reached up and brushed the other's hair.
Making sure they both knew-they were falling in love.
So time went by and Elaine saw. The boys on top of the building tall.
So time went by and Elaine said- some vague sentences on god
and things of such.
Stirring an army of unneeded shame.
So the Christians came.
And tugged at his tie.
And told them what wicked the boys had caused.
And the first boy said
. hey you. d-don’t listen, to what those p-people said .
and the second boy violently nodded and shook
as they sat on the roof
and stared at the rain
The first one sat, speaking of them
in words I dare not mention here.
And the second one trembled and violently cried
Of feelings of shame that crept up his eyes
But dissolved in the kiss
Of their trembling lips
As they sat on the roof. And stared at the rain.
And the first one bit his bottom lip
And smiled because they were still in love.
Soon Elaine spoke again of despondent shame
Of death of bibles and Christians and such
So the second one stared from the terrace roof
And trembled as he angled on the square edge above.
And he shook and he screamed for the first one to come
but the first one was tying his shoes one floor below.
And he trembled and drained his pretty violet eyes
And he shook and he screamed and he clawed at his hands and fought with himself and
And the first one cried because they were still in love.
I assume this is a pointed critique of the judgement passed on two introverted lovers by the narrowly defined criteria of 'acceptable' society (with the church as a convenient symbolic representation of repressed forms of expression). It seems obvious this is an older piece; it doesn't possess the same explosive imagery as your other posts (although it does adhere to the same loose style as the others). The plot seems to mirror a Japanes horror movie with a similar plot involving a love affair between two female students and the sadness that befell them (I believe it was called 'Momento Mori'). I admire your style. Take care. Bill.
they were still in love. i don't remember what i told you the first time i read this, because it hardly applies now. maybe we've changed through these however months. i feel that "Soon Elaine spoke again" should be the start of a new "stanza". which by the way, i did not realize this was a poem. much more just a story, fulfilling whatever gay boy need fantasy you needed back then. i don't feel emotional about it anymore, because i've been in the presense of too much fake drama, and worse tears. I can only hold on to the idea that they were in love to get myself through this peice. the trembling, and the violet, and the rain, just wasn't enough for me this time. it was. though.