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Rated: 13+ · Book · Emotional · #1184177
Suzy's poetic journal. Fiction.
Suzy Dulvaine keeps a journal full of poetry that explains how she feels about her life. Written in short, freeform stanzas, Suzy uses figurative language to explain her feelings about her family and friends, not to mention her first romance.
November 28, 2006 at 3:59pm
November 28, 2006 at 3:59pm
#471789
I don't know why
They call me Suzy.
I really have no idea.
It's starting to get stupid;
I'm sixteen.

Suzy is the name
Of a four-year old.
I'm not four,
Not anymore. My real name
Is Susannah.

I asked Emily--
She's my sister,
My big sister--
To call me Susannah.

"Suzy, why would I
Do that?
You're a Suzy
To me."

It sure makes sense
That she thinks of me
As a little girl.
She forgets I've grown up.

From now on
I'm going to be
A Susannah.

If anyone will listen, of course.

December 8, 2006 at 2:58pm
December 8, 2006 at 2:58pm
#473859
Today I tried
To be Susannah
It came out
like this:

"Hi, I'm Suzy-
Susannah I mean.
I'm Susannah"
I sounded like an idiot.

It didn't help
Of course
That I was talking
To a boy

A cute boy.

I haven't thought
A boy was cute
Since there was Kyle
Who everyone called Bean

That was a long time ago
And I liked this boy.
He said, "Hi Suzy- Susannah I mean
I'm Paul."

He shook my hand
And I
Sighed
Loudly

"Just call me Suzy."
December 8, 2006 at 3:30pm
December 8, 2006 at 3:30pm
#473862
I tried
To tell Emily
About Paul
(Paul is the guy, you remember.)

She was
However
Far too excited
About her own Big News.

Emily is engaged.
Again.

This Big News
Is not so Big anymore.
Emily has been engaged
Four times now.

This time around
His name is Adrian
In my opinion
He's an ass

And I don't like to curse.
But I'll make an exception.

December 15, 2006 at 3:09pm
December 15, 2006 at 3:09pm
#475313
Paul is a boy.
Adrian is a fiancee.
I don't know why,
But I hate one and like the other.

Today I talked to Paul.
He was nice to me,
Sweet.
I think I'm starting to like him.

Today I talked to Adrian.
He was a jerk to me,
As usual.
I think I'm starting to hate him.

I worry about
This whole thing with Paul,
Because I don't think he likes me
In that way.

I don't worry about
This whole thing with Adrian,
Because surely he and Emily
Will break up soon.

December 16, 2006 at 11:38am
December 16, 2006 at 11:38am
#475456
Period two
Physics class.
The class
With Paul.

He sits
In front of me.
And today,
He turned around to talk.

"Hey Suzy,"
He said to me,
"Want to go out later
And see I movie."

I didn't say anything.
Just smiled and nodded.
Once more a shy little
Four year old.

So tonight we are going
To see a movie.
I dont know which one;
It will be a surprise.

Needless to say,
I am no longer woried
About this whole thing
With Paul.
April 13, 2007 at 4:32pm
April 13, 2007 at 4:32pm
#501529
I had forgotten
That Tuesday night,
Which is what tonight was,
Was old movie night
At Bolden’s Cinema.
The little theatre.

Paul took me there
Not to the big cinema
Not to the Multiplex
Instead he took me
To good old Bolden’s

I don’t know how he knew
That I adore Bolden’s Cinema
And even more so adore
Old movie night.

We went to see
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
One of my favorites.

I was so amazed—
Kyle only went to action films

I think I’m starting to like Paul…

But I told you that before
April 13, 2007 at 4:48pm
April 13, 2007 at 4:48pm
#501532
This morning I woke up;
Hardly an uncommon occurance.
But today something happened that was
Quite uncommon indeed.

My mother was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Good morning my Suzy,"
She sang in that annoying way of hers.
"Did'ja miss me while I was gone, love?"
Like she had been on a trip.

She wasn't on a trip.

"Um, hey, Mom," I said, groggy.
I was still half in the realm of sleep and dreams.
I reached into the fridge for the juice; it was gone.
"I gotta go," I muttered to my mother.

I was unable to dogde my mother's hug.

April 16, 2007 at 4:37pm
April 16, 2007 at 4:37pm
#502103
I think I could teach a class
On invisibility.
I think I would call this class
Invisibility 101.

The instructions would be
Very simple to follow:
Just be just like that girl,
Suzy Dulvaine.

And in this simply named class
Of mine,
There would be one student there.
Paul.

He would write a letter to me
In invisible ink, on invisible paper,
Saying to me, "Suzy,
What is wrong? You look upset."

And he would pass this class,
Invisibility 101,
Because Paul, my Paul,
Is the only one who noticed it was there.

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