Them.

Walking down the stars, she smiled.
Today was going to be great.
Nothing in her way,
nothing going wrong.
Oh, yes. This will be great.

Slouched, shoulders hunched.
Never looking anyone in the eye.
He was a loner, never talked.
You could see in his eyes,
that he was a mystery.
Waiting to be solved.

She sang to herself as she walked.
A skip in her step.
The other girls envied her happiness.
Gossip was wild.
She didn't care.
Happy in her own little world.

No one noticed him.
He wore black, invisible.
A poetic glint in his eyes.
Creative, inspiring, probably.
But you never cared.

Her mother wants her to have friends,
to come round for tea.
But she was fine, just playing by herself.
And she had a mission today.
To be heard.

The announcement came.
Go to the auditorium. Talent show.
He sat in the back, scrunched up.
And of course, no one cared.
Then the curtain pulled back.

She stepped onto stage. The music started to play.
Slowly, breathing slowly. Guitar at her ready.
She opened her mouth.

He sat up straight.
That voice. It was beautiful.
And it was singing to rock.
And those fingers, strummed the strings
with elegance.
A performer, he saw. A soul, he felt.
He wanted
to be seen.

She smiled as she sang.
She jumped as she played.
Enough of people thinking she was quite strange.
Teachers thought she was going through a faze.
Enough. She was going to rock.
Happy in her own little world.

He was disappointed when the music stopped.
And it when on to an annoying little pop wannabee.
He slouched back down.
Finally, it was over.
He went back to class, invisible.
As always.

Smearing off her makeup.
Setting her guitar back in her case.
She started back to class.
Bumping into someone in the way.

He ran into her quite suddenly.
Papers flying, smashed pencils.
Apologizing quickly, gathering up.
He looked up, and saw her smile.

She saw that sullen gaze.
He recognized her.
She was in the talent show.
She felt happy to have been heard.
 
He wasn't used to being seen.
Talking, eye contact.
All so new.
He got his things, stood up.
She did the same.

She liked him, he was nice.
He wasn't like the others,
he heard her.
She knew this day would be great.

He liked her, she was kind.
She wasn't like the others,
she saw him.

They got their needs filled.
They both smiled, laughed.
This was the beginning.
Of being written.

Author's Note

Narrative poem. Hooray. And this had a good ending....im scared, you guys. This isn't natural!

Reviews

[Eternally Elemental]

So, I read your profile and saw you liked Arctic Monkeys. I hadn't heard them for a while so I scrolled down itunes until I found Cornerstone (my favorite). I played it and read this.
For me the most moving lines are:
"He wanted
to be seen."
These are riding on the crest of the events in this poem. Nothing influenced a change in her, because she performed in front of many faces. But it's beautiful how his attention to her expression influenced his physical and mental stance.
Moments are to be appreciated and valued. I felt that was a strong message in this.
The free verse suits it well. I would make a suggestion though, to limit the amount of full stops. It interrupts the pace and transition from line to line. But that is not to say it doesn't already have rhythm, because it does. It just feels restricted.

Also something I think you failed to notice. You mixed the perspectives in this stanza with the second line:
"She saw that sullen gaze.
He recognized her.

[Broken.buddy]

One more beautiful poem from you.Looks like I am going to read all of your work today.

[Little Miss Strange]

This is a really great narrative poem. The sotry is clear, and the format is wonderful with this kind of poem. THe uniqueness shines through. Though, this stanza is a bit awkward:

She sang to herself as she walked.
A skip in her step.
The other girls envied her happiness.
Gossip was wild.
She didn't care.
Happy in her own little world.

Using 'happy' twice in teh same stanza is weird. Maybe this?

She sang to herself as she walked.
A skip in her step.
The other girls envied her jubilation.
Gossip was wild.
She didn't care.
Happy in her own little world.

But, anyways, I loved it.

[Sage of the River]

I love it! It's really awesome!

[Bella-Marie]

I am also really weird because I write really sad stories, but I loved this! It was a great piece and for some reason has me all of a sudden really happy. A perfecto piece...
100/100