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The Language of Silence and Love Chapter 2Adriana couldn't help but giggle while filling out the job application due to her constantly looking up at the handsome young man work the cafe counter with his swift movements, receiving orders and giving customers their orders. She loved the way his hair swung with his movements. She wondered how it smelled, which was quite a weird thought. "If you're wishing to work here, I suggest you either get your eyes off of Jacob or leave because he's mine." a girl's voice grumbled within Adriana's ear. She turned to see who this enemy was. A plastic blonde stood in front of her with her caked on makeup to make her skin appear "flawless", bright green eye shadow and lipstick to match, dirty blonde hair extensions, and a skin tight, bright, green cocktail dress all entangled in a really gross mess. Adriana grunted. "What? No reply? That means I've won. Now leave!" the girl screamed at Adriana. All of the customers within the cafe turned their heads and glanced at the girl to see what was happen
The Language of Silence and LoveSwitchblade by Phildel chimes through the speakers of the latest HP computer. She dances to the notes on the piano as the song comes to a soft end. There Adriana stood in her bubble gum pink master bedroom as Afraid of the Dark by Phildel began to play off of the play list. She tossed herself onto her queen sized bed as it creaked and the baby blue sheets ruffled by her movements. She then cocked her head to the side and stared upon her almond brown shelves that sat on pegs upon her beautiful pink wall. On those shelves stood various sized crowns that sat next to their assigned ribbons and ties. All of them pink and covered in glitter as if a unicorn had vomited upon them. Adriana sighed, trying to speak as no words came from her dark brown lips. She pressed her small hands against her brown skinned cheeks and caressed them. She imagined and dreamt of a better world. One in which she was not born a mute. One where she could speak and communicate with everyone around her. Adriana lived
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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