You don't know me
 

Your hand touches my cheak
Gentle you kiss me
Telling me how much you love me
I look at you
So sad my eyes are
I know you don't understand
You don't even notice
You open a small black velvet box
I gasp looking at the dimond ring and then at you
Shock turns to sadness
Please, marry me
I love you so much
I want to spend the rest of my life with you...
I take the hand holding the box
And close it
No.........I can't
You look shocked
Then angry
Why not?
Because you don't even know me
What do you me?
I know you?
No you don't
I shake my head sadly
Why would you say that?
Because...if you knew me
Then you would never have bought a dimond ring
I hate dimonds
And you would never have asked me to marry you
Because to me marriage is prision
And....
There is so many ways you don't know me..
Fear mingles with anger now
I love you.....
I shake me head
You can't love what you don't know.
You step back
Pain at the rejection stares at me
I am so sorry I whisper
You turn to walk away
Stop turn back
You pull me to you
Kissing me hard once
Then gently on the forehead
My hand reaches up to your cheak
To catch the tear I see escape you
You catch my hand before it touches you
Placing it again by my side
Rejecting me this time
You turn and walk away
Get in your car
Never looking back
I sigh
I am so sorry to hurt you
But it would destroy you later
I won't ruin your life because of your innocence
I turn and walk across the park
I see a child playing next to some adults
Chasing her ball on the grass
The adults are talking
Not paying attention
The little girl kicks the ball
It rolls out onto the street
She chases after it
I see a big truck driving
The driver is playing with the radio
Not watching the road
I run
Every thing in my being
Begging the gods to let me get there in time
I fly past the adults
Grab the girl and toss her to the other side of the road
She lands on the grass
I here the brakes slam on
I trip over the ball
I look up
I see the fear in the drivers eyes
As he hits me
I feel the bones break
My ribs puncture my lungs
I feel them fill up with blood
Drowning me
I land 10 ft away
My head hits the ground
My last sight is of the ball rolling by
I see no more.

How dare she not love me
How could she say no?
I love her
Why isn't that enough?
I know her.....I do!
You sit there in your car
Having only drove half way across the parking lot
before you stopped
An ambulence rushes by
You watch it go to where you had last seen me walk to
Your heart freezes
No...............God no.....
You slam you car in reverse
Driving back to where you once were
You get out
Running towards the group of people
The adults crying
Clutching a little girl close
All stare at the paramedics
Who start yelling about internal bleeding
You can't se who it is
What happened?
This girl came out of no where
She saved my daughter from being hit by a car
You break through the crowd
Listening to the people talking back and forth
You see the body
Her broken face
There is so much blood
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
They all look at you
The paramedic asks if you know her
You say yes
Her name is Lara
Lara what?
your mind draws a blank
You don't know her last name
It was never important to ask.
I........I.............. I don't know
They leave
Sirens screaming down the street
You run back to your car
Driving after them
At the hospital you wait
You think
Words run through your head
You don't know me
What's her last name
Lara what?
You realize she was right
She never said much about herself
What her favorite color is, or food
Or last name
Or that she hated dimonds
And wasn't ready for marriage
You realize that you don't know her
It's been a year
You have loved her for almost all that time
And you still don't know her
You realize her wisdom
Vowing to learn it all
The nurse comes out
Walks over to you
Did you know the girl?
Yes.........
I'm sorry..........she didn't make it
There was so much internal bleeding
A rib punctured her lungs and her heart.
There was nothing we could do...........
I'm sorry...
You slump
Nothing we could do
I'm sorry
She didn't make it?
New words flow through your mind
Mingling with the ones from before
You don't know me
I'm sorry
You can't love what you don't know
She didn't make it.....
Now you never will know what it is you loved about her
What it is that made her give her life
For a stranger's child........

Ik begrijp eigenlijk niet waarom hier nog niemand op gereageerd heeft.. Hij grijpt mij best wel aan.. Hij is misschien een beetje lang, en als het je niet aangrijpt is het vast moeilijk het helemaal aandachtig te lezen..

Hm.. Op een bepaalde manier vind ik het geen gedicht, maar meer een verhaal, anderzijds vind ik het toch wel degelijk iets van een gedicht hebben.
Misschien dat je eens kan proberen er echt een 'gedicht' van te maken zonder overeenkomsten met een verhaaltje. Je zou het zeker kunnen :)

Ik vind de inhoud echt vreselijk aangrijpend.. En het is op een bepaalde manier ook wel alsof ik het geschreven had kunnen hebben, zei het dat ik een man ben. Als ik het verhaal vanuit haar bekijk, herken ik mezelf zeker wel in haar.

Ik vind hem mooi.. erg mooi.. :)

Genesis

Goh. wel waar dat het meer eenverhaal is dan een gedicht.. maar erg aangrijpend. Ik vindt hem echt heel mooi. Hij leest lekker weg.. en hij´s... *is stil*... erg mooi...

AnTaRTiCa, Ik dank u hartelijk voor het delen van dit stukje poëtisch proza, mijn dag begint goed. Typisch jouwe stijl, een soort gedachtenmonoloog/-dialoog, origineel, goed uitgevoerd, mooie boodschap. Kan je zoiets niet in het Nederlands? Ik denk dat het dan beter overkomt, er zitten wat rare spelfoutjes in deze.

gr,

dank je wel allemaal :) ik zal proberen om er meer een gedicht van te maken dan een verhaal maar dat lukt me niet altijd :( en ik schrijf meestal altijd wel in het engels ik ga als ik weer een beetje inspiratie heb er wel eentje in het nederlands schrijven.