26 Days - A Teenage Love StoryA Poem by vigora combination of two assignments: write a poem based on random lines from the dictionary, and write an abcedarian work. overdramatic, silly, a fun exercise.Twenty-Six Days – a teenage love story
Acceleration a slight shifting of my heartbeats the first time I knew I loved you.
Blephorism No, I'm not winking at you. I have a disorder. (I'm lying.)
Cherokee Rose Winding and climbing, you've made your way into my heart I'm waiting for us to bloom (We all say stupid things when we're in love.)
Dissentious I'm not his "girlfriend," okay? And no, I haven't kissed him. Yet.
Ego He likes me! He told me! I am an Arabian princess among paupers, I am an exquisite rose among weeds.
Folly Great. I farted. He laughed though. And it didn't smell that bad.
Gauze Thank you! thank you! I didn't even know I was hurting – and then you stepped in and fixed me!
House Snake Her? Oh, she's mostly harmless. People say things, but I've known her forever. She wouldn't touch him.
Inquisitor Sorry. I won't ask again. Half an hour late isn't so bad. And we still have the whole night.
Jaywalk I used to always use the crosswalks But I'll break all the little laws when I'm with you.
Kayak Oh, does she kayak too? And so does Enid, but she was at school yesterday. Are there rapids approaching?
Laryngitis How do you eat with my parents and sit there silent, like an idiot? Can you hear me? Hello?
Mixed Back at C and G I knew I was in love. Now I'm not so sure.
Novelistic Oh, Catherine! Oh, oh, Heathcliffe! Sorry, can't talk – being slain by a Brontë.
Obnoxious I don't mean to be, really. I just want to know where you were when you were supposed to pick me up.
Persuasion I really wish you wouldn't look at other girls when I'm talking to you.
Quip WHAT? WHAT did you say? …HARMLESS?!
Reflex Something very animal and sensible: "Respect yourself, you stupid girl." Without thinking, I do.
Sightless I can usually see underwater. I don't understand why seeing through tears should be this different.
Throe I am twisting in the throes of agony. Alone, in my room, I can hear them laughing.
Uranium 236 I am an unstable isotope, slowly decaying. Even my stupid chemistry is tearstained.
Verily I say unto thee: I was wrong, I was wrong, and it kills me when you two hold hands.
Writhe No, I don't want a kleenex – really. It's fine. I'm not crying. Please go away.
X Suddenly, my seat next to you is awkward. Flirty comments burning on my myspace pictures. Where does it all go, now that we're through?
Yes And now, an apology? A dozen roses? Just one sweet syllable to repair my broken heart – but I can't.
Zyzzyva This book is closed, I don't need you. Let her have you if she wants you, idiot girl. We've already spoken our last word. © 2009 vigorAuthor's Note
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