Higher than the Rooftop : Your Silence...
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Felt the butterflies in my stomach as I entered in the area. I was expecting he was already there as usual. I looked around hoping (I’m crazy to admit it) I could find him at one corner there. Felt the rush feelings subside realizing I would be solo for the night. Though I brought my journal, I wasn’t in the mood to write.
It was a little after eight and I could feel the wind chills me reminding the Holidays are coming. I was standing there at my spot ready to look up above the heavens, but decided to look at my back one more time to see if he comes…
Darn it! Why is this happening to me…I sighed. Why would I care about his absence…would it be different if he was present?
I closed my eyes saying my if…OK if I look up the sky and see my Mickey before any other stars, then he’d come. I told my self.
I opened my eyes gazing exactly at my star, smiling. Oh gosh! This is madly insane! Am I wishing now? Told myself.
“Hey, what were you doing eyes closed?” Somebody suddenly spoke.
I almost throttled to say a word. “Wishing.” I blurted out.
“Can I know what you wished for?” He teasingly asked.
“Nah. Um if I did, it won’t come true.” I replied.
Suddenly he was there like a vampire LOL I mean, I wonder how I never noticed he was there already. Suddenly, the music played again…Suddenly, I forgot about the stars and the moon…
Tonight was strange though. We didn’t talk that much. We just sat there, inches away from each other…watching the view…breathing the sweet air under the moonlight…
His silence was bothering me…I was staring at the moon but not really…because I was watching him from the corner of my eye.
“Say something.” He finally said.
“Huh?” I asked wondering.
“Sing me a song, tell me something, anything…entertain me.” He said smiling.
“Owkay…
I sit in your silence, scared
Waiting patiently for recognition
For a word
For a breath
For a touch
But I am raw
Because I watch your hands instead of writing
And listen to your breath instead of breathing
It’s strange,
How close to you I feel
And the need I have...
To help you,
To make you smile...
And yet I’m still sitting here,
Waiting,
For you to let me in.
“Beautiful…What’s that?” He asked.
“Your Silence…one of my favorite poem.” I muttered.
“Listen, I have to leave now. Hope you have a fantastic night still…” I continued vaguely.
“Why leave so soon honey?” He asked with a serious tone.
“I hate to go…but I have to. So, see you around?”
“Can’t stay any longer though. Take care, see you…” He mumbled.
And so I am here, walking away from my rooftop…I hate to go but I know I can’t stay either. I can’t stay having these feelings inside me…feelings that unexpectedly get stronger. I don’t quite know what’s this, but sooner or later I’ll know…
I still can’t believe I’ve spoken every word from that poem to him. Sometimes I’m just so frank and I hate it.
So I left him there with his silence…
I wonder what he’s thinking about right now…
I still bite my lips for that little show…
I wonder what he feels about that…
Wonder if he’s higher than the rooftop…
***"Your Silence" a poem from Francine Pascal's SYSVH
I just so love it that I know it by line LOL
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thank you Pixie :)
I'll write as long as you guys wont be getting sick of reading them LOL
thanks a lot ;p
You really had many experiences in the rooftop.
Thanks for sharing.
hi Beth!
yeah it's my haven..
more than a rooftop..
and oh I also write in there LOL
thank you :)
cat stevens used to write his work on a rooftop. His family owned a restraunt, and everyone used to come to look for him in it. All the time he was hiding on the rooftop writing, so you are in good company
haha that's interesting Poet L :) gotta read his works ;p
No one ever looked for me on the top though and I don't write there all the time LOL
thank you Poet ;p
Ahhh, you're killing me! LOL ~ you so gracefully express these beautiful moments, sprinkled with of all the vulnerable thoughts going on below the surface, take each piece to flight!
It's morning here and I have butterflies in my tummy... thanks blaise! :)
I wonder what's your favorite so far Invictus.. ;p
Your pendulus loop made me crazy that I let all emotions in..hehe
ahh yes butterflies..I was inspired by Poet L's poem..that I even started this havin butterflies in my tummy LOL
a big thanks to you! ;p
i have butterflys too and is it invictus that has the back of someones head with butterflies in her hair on one of his poems think i will check it out, i will let you know when i get there, come and join me, it is ages since i have been your hubs how can i shorten your name so i do not have to keep typing the stars. Been meaning to ask for a nickname for ages, will i make one up ...sorry blaise almost forgot to tell you, i felt like i was on the rooftop with you, in fact you know what still feel dizzy that is what heights do for me
Ah the silence, a vacuum into which we stuff thoughts and desires. Loved the poem, too. Thank you
Eventually these two will have to move from the rooftop to
other places.I wonder where they will go.
that is very touching, reading these lines I felt her isolation, what was wrong with the guy, why could he not speak, why did she have to 'entertain' him?
All that she had stored up seemed wasted
@Poet L
Yeah I’ll join you when you get there, don’t forget to tell me what poem it is. any nickname will do :p the heights amazing! told you it’s more than dizziness, you could be higher than you think LOL
@Jess
Love the poem so much :) yah the silence..this was the time that I must say I loved the silence..thanks a lot Jess :)
@Dark Heart
Hehe yeah these two must go somewhere else..
Thank you DH :)
@Alice Frances
Hi! Touching..i love hearing that :)
There was nothing wrong with the guy. Maybe you can rewind..LOL
‘entertain’ that was just a word inside a statement, better read between the lines ;p
Thanks Alice :)
Haha..can't say I've chosen a favourtite, yet! I have taken flight with a few in my oun imagination though.. they seem so timely for me.. :)
The poem with the image of the butterfies that exploded a mind is on my "Wanna-B-Utterfly" poem. It is a very old poem, wrote it maybe 10 years ago.
wow wow wow glad to hear that ;p
poems are immortal hey! you gotta share it in HP. or is it here already?
yeah, poems are immortal.. That poem is on HP. It was one of my first published. Funny, reading it I am brought back to the moment of time it was concieved, a hike through the rocky mountains one spring, where I wrote it.. pretty cool, Poet unearthed it yesterday. :)
busy days made me back just now.im goin there now :)
How romantic and in a way so sad. You write beautiful poetry I enjoy reading them.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS,
Chris
thank you Chris :) hey, the poem above is not mine lol anywayz, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
ow, silence.....sometimes crushes us, sometimes its the perfect thing to say. spellbinding, as always, Blaise.
Hi Justine! yah, silence...sometimes the perfect time to hear what's unknown...Thank you!
This Is So Captivating
Such Fantastic Imagery
Glad you're captivated.. :) Thank you so much AP
after reading this I fell off the rooftop and landed into the many poetic pleasures of your safety net!
Thank you Epigramman for the fantastic comment :) No worries, there's always a safety net below LOL
Beautiful work as always. x
Thanks beautiful Dim ;) X
I am enjoying every word and every moment higher than the rooftop. This is beautiful.
I'm glad you do :) Hmmm this one is sort of related to your "Found You" poem, I think they're cousins lol I mean the emotions and silence..ah just amazing. Thanks for being here moi friend XO
I think you two met in a former life. Mind you, I can see it too. The setting and the mood are similar...
Wow!
hahaha Ok I wrote this last 2009. Well then maybe we used the same pen LOL
"I was staring at the moon but not really…because I was watching him from the corner of my eye." Mesmerizing! This one is my fave so far. Silence is a really good poem, and it fit perfectly. "Because I watch your hands instead of writing
And listen to your breath instead of breathing" I love that line. I was gonna ask if you wrote it but I see its by Francine Pascal. Is she a famous writer/poet?
and I have so felt that way before. sitting in his silence, waiting for him to let me in, wanting to be close to him, feel him, make him smile and help him, but just sitting there. waiting, in silence. his and mine.
She wrote the novel Sweet Valley High and the poem was from the Senior Year spinoff. Read the sets back in high school.
Ah yah that feeling..I'm glad you loved this Nikki. Thanks so much. You're awesome! XO
Hmm I may have to check that out. Thanks!
Love it! Very unique and entertaining. You are a great writer! :)
I love this one too lol Thank you so much Caroline :)
CiscoPixie 2 years ago
Blaise you are a fantastic writer and these rooftop moments are as unique as you.. be sure to write more for our entertainment! :) thumbs up