boulevard of Amistade

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Story of a Self Built Orphan and His Agony Trying To Adapt Like Everyone Else While He's not.

Submitted: September 25, 2012

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" I Have Found God , on The boulevard of Amistade , or Should i say  He Found Me , All Alone Forsaken By Happyness and accompanied by Fear and desperation , Smoking What Seems To Be My Last cigarette , Reminiscing Memories that could make me feel better about my self , or spark the warmness upon my soul , But Thinking Couldn't help any less , Soon my eyes start to dehydrate , my Wooden fingers cant Hold my cigarette anymore , as it manages to free itself from my fist , and falling while air stroke it right and left like a feather , time couldn't pass any slower , it hits the ground and its flame that always kept me going is extinguished , My Veins  that were always filled with streams of life are dry , my body that held stones and rocks of pain and agony is lifeless , my face is bloomy , nothing i could think of , moments pass and i can feel my self rising , Leaving my dull body that served me so well ,  cutting all connection , and breaking free , a feeling of a higher power controlling every bit of me , I'm A Slave Again , as i rise i lose sight gradually or is it the fog from the sky above i wonder , my legs shaking , but palms sweating , no person could explain what im feeling , i keep Rising till i come to Total Darkness , i Cannot See my body anymore nothing is in sight  , i Don't Even Know if I Stopped Rising , Nothing but Whispers all around me , i try to speak but my tongue has failed me , as i said ,  I'm nothing but a slave , a slave that doesn't understand his master's wishes , Patiently i wait , and wait , Seconds Feel Like Years , But Nothing Can Be Done , As My Eyes Start Closing A Mighty Voices Rise , I Try To Locate But I've Lost Direction ,  iI'm in no where , i Wait For it Again , And It Doesn't Disappoint me  , It Rises From Nowhere , From Everywhere , Asking Where Have I Been , My Tongue is Untied and I'm Allowed but Obliged to Speak , Words Come Out With Out Thinking , Boulevard Of Amistade I Said , the Voice Rise Again , For 32 Years , Where Have You Been ? , I Try To Think But I Have No Control over my self Im Nothing But an Exiled Prince im Afraid , Words Come out of my mouth , " I Was Born In West-town ,  between the Arms of a Loving Mother That Always Slept on a Pillow soaking of Tears , The Memory of a Loving Father Haunted Me For Years , Instead of Going And Live My Own Life , I'd Imagine How'd Life be With a Father , but I Kept Going , So Did My Mother That Used her Cooking Skills To Send Me To School , Being a Badboy i Never Appreciated what she Has Done For me , But i will Soon , I Always Skipped Classes and hanged out With My Father , We'd Play Some Soccer And He'd Drive me home and then Read Me a Bedstory , He Had a Quite Fertile Imagination , So Did I , But When Sickness Took Over My Mother , He Stopped Showing ,  I Still Don't Know If It Was a Sign of Me Growing Up And Becoming a Man , Or Was He Too Afraid To Face My Mothers Poor Face , that Soon Turned To A Memory Buried Under Dust , She came to past But Tears Failed To Drop , For I Wasn't Sad , Sad Isn't The Word , When You Lose Your Heart You don't Cry , You Simply Vanish , And Thats What Happened , School vanished With My Mother , And So Everyone i Knew , The City Was My Hometown , The Sky Was My Roof And The Woods My Door , i Explored Every Tunnel And every Street , I Got To Know Everyone In town , But That Didn't wet My Mouth Neither satisfy my stomach , I Started a Job , i'd Deliver The Daily News Paper to The Town , For Each News paper I Would Get a Shilling , Which Meant So Much For Me , The First News paper i Delivered meant the world , although the Man That Got It Didn't Take Any Notice , Years Came To Past And I've Grown , but My Job Didn't Change , Once I Went To See The News Papers Manager Maybe I'd Become a Printer , But He Didn't Even Look Into My Eyes , I Didn't Take That As An offense , for i wasn't what They Called a Gentleman At That Time , But He sure Looked At Me When I Saved Him From a Drunk Old Man Driving Crazily , And He Even Invited Me For a Cup Of Coffee , i never Drank Coffee that Word Seemed a Bit Strange too , I Told Him My Story , Like I Did With Soo many , He Thought It Would Sell , But Sadly I Never Learned How To Write , He Introduced Me To This Young Neat Girl , Her Hair Fell Perfectly , And Eyes Green as a Jade Stone , And a Golden Necklace With Some Letters Carved on it ,  I'd Never Seen something Like This , a Lady , She Was The New's Paper Editor , We Began To Talk And I Started Telling Her My story , She Looked At Me Strangely since then  i'd Call This Sympathy , i Used That To Get Me On a "date" , things were Easier With Her , She Was an Orphan As well , That Necklace Was Her mother's , unlike me She Found " New Parents " which Lead Her To become a Lady , She Was The Most interesting Person i Ever Knew , And Im Sure I was The Same To Her , My Misery would make a Nice Story , We Began Seeing Each Other To Write The Story , but We Would Mostly Talk And Laugh about My Mistakes , I Was a Driven Man , I Couldn't Wait to Pop The Question , And I Did , And Surprisingly She Said Yes , Our Wedding Wasn't Sumptuous but Her Friends And Foster Parents Were Definitely Nice , Our Honey moon Wasn't In Hawaii Or Any Other Island , Her Parents Owned a Summer House 30 Minutes Away , We Spent The most Enjoyable Moments Under The Rays of The moon , days i couldn't forget , As Time Went On i wasn't Feeling Good About Our Marriage , For She Would Always Come Late At Night And I'd Be Finished Giving Out Papers By 3 , i Felt Week , So I Decided To Learn how To Plumb , I Never Knew I'd Be So Good At It , Now She Complains I'm Never Home , and Our Child is Always alone , i told You We Had a Baby , We Called Her Hope , Something That we Missed before she Came , But I Promised i will Stay home , and Be The Father I Never Had , i Did , But Things Didn't Go Right ,, but as left as it could  , Argues Would last for days , and she would always win with her " Poetic Tongue " , I Finally Gave In , Left The House late at Night , I Just Couldnt Take it Anymore  , Rain And Blistering Wind , But I Still Walked , I Walked To my Spot , It Was Nothing Special , a Wooden Chair With a Booth , Thats Were I Spent My Days when i Was Young , I Found This Place After My Mother Died , God , I Can't Even remember Her Face , I Remember That Wrinkled Face Of An Old Man That Was Waiting on This Chair , Waiting a Call , I Don't Know Whether it came or not , but this time I Was Waiting a Call myself ,The Sound Of My Wife And Hope , Could Bring Life Into My soul , what have i done , i transformed into the thing i most feared , an Absent Father , As I was Waiting , i would see visions of my father , talking nonesense , even he Cant Give Me A piece of  Advice, i waited and waited and waited " 

Out Of The Blue , Rays Of Sun Would Penetrate The Darkness , Vision is Restored , I Can Feel My Feet Again , I Could hear The Voice Of My Love Rising , Wake Up , Youre Going to be Late Today , Thank God I said deep inside ,  I Guess it was just a Warning or was it ?


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