I Thought of You (OPEN)
Jan 19, 2014 3:36:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 3:36:20 GMT -5
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Owen glares, none to subtly, at the woman reciting the poem from the ugly dull podium. He taped his fingers on the cool surface of the grimy table, well he assumed it was cold since he couldn't feel it. His dead un-beating heart did not feel an ounce of pleasure at the meaningless babble spewing from the woman's mouth. He hated everything about this place, the people, the poetry, the very fact he was here. He hated what he had been brought to, well then again he was a step up from coffee boy once more, and Jack no longer had him on house arrest that was a bonus. Then again Jack probably wanted more alone time with Ianto. Owen scoffed at the thought and got a few odd and hostile glares in return, all of which he returned in kind.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
Another scoff escapes his lips at the last line of the second stanza. What does she know about death? He looked at her and rolled his eyes, she knew nothing of death, nothing of the cold nothingness, of the entrapping darkness that awaited her after her last breath. Death was not pleasant. Suddenly the thing he was waiting for happened, she found out as her body collapsed and from behind it an alien raced away. He took off after the alien and his day got a bit better as he chased the alien that had killed the poet wannabe.
((Poem by: Sara Teasdale))
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Owen glares, none to subtly, at the woman reciting the poem from the ugly dull podium. He taped his fingers on the cool surface of the grimy table, well he assumed it was cold since he couldn't feel it. His dead un-beating heart did not feel an ounce of pleasure at the meaningless babble spewing from the woman's mouth. He hated everything about this place, the people, the poetry, the very fact he was here. He hated what he had been brought to, well then again he was a step up from coffee boy once more, and Jack no longer had him on house arrest that was a bonus. Then again Jack probably wanted more alone time with Ianto. Owen scoffed at the thought and got a few odd and hostile glares in return, all of which he returned in kind.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
Another scoff escapes his lips at the last line of the second stanza. What does she know about death? He looked at her and rolled his eyes, she knew nothing of death, nothing of the cold nothingness, of the entrapping darkness that awaited her after her last breath. Death was not pleasant. Suddenly the thing he was waiting for happened, she found out as her body collapsed and from behind it an alien raced away. He took off after the alien and his day got a bit better as he chased the alien that had killed the poet wannabe.
((Poem by: Sara Teasdale))