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Black Dove

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It’s strange, as much as I love to go to Poetry Slams, I absolutely despise sharing my own work. It’s not that my poems are any less creative then others I’d heard, but poetry is personal to me. It’s my soul, my emotions put into words. And while I am by no means a shy person, I’m not the kind of girl to leave herself so vulnerable to a crowd of strangers.

Until tonight.

In class today, Mr. Lancer had gone through and read some poems he found ‘of exceptional quality,’ without naming the authors. I didn’t even care that my poem was one he read, the only thing that haunted me all day was Paulina’s poem. It HAD to be Paulina’s poem, no one else in that class (Except maybe myself) would write about the green-eyed ghost boy.

I’m not sure if I was more bothered by the depth of the poem or the subject matter, but it really, really bothered me all day. Something both you and Tucker had noticed almost instantly. Still, I refused to tell you why I was upset, instead opting to take my aggression out here.

I scanned the sea of unconcerned faces from the stage, the spotlight nearly blinding me. While I was brave enough to do this, I felt it necessary to make sure no one who could hold it against me later was there. Satisfied that there was no one I recognized, I began to read.

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“I sit in my room’s solitude
My mirror in front of me
And I ponder all the things
That make me so cowardly.”

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Would you ever expect that there are things out there I’m terrified of? Tucker teased me before that I’m probably the most fearless person on the face of the earth, with a possible exception of you. But I do get afraid. Every time you get battered and beaten by ghosts, I’m scared that the injuries might be too much for any of us to handle without a doctor’s help, and when you took the Battle Suit to fight Pariah Dark, I’d never been more scared in my life. Scared that you wouldn’t come back…

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“Ghosts haunt my waking moments
And you haunt my secret dreams
One thing I know here by your side
Is that nothing is what it seems”

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In the life we live, you can’t take anything at face value. We’ve had too many ghosts possess people, or pretend to be someone living to trust strangers, or even people we know to a certain extent. Honestly, though, I’ve been keeping something secret from you guys. I admit, I feel a little guilty because of it, especially since other then that, there are no secrets between any of us. Still, how could I face you and tell you about the dreams I’ve had? Dreams where you hold me, and tell me the words I long to hear…

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“My eyes cloud in worry,
As I brood about your fate
I know I can’t be what you want
Yet still I contemplate”

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It’s amazing really, you’re the hero you’ve always wanted to be now. You’ve taken the weight of the world upon your shoulders, and while we can’t say you don’t complain now and then, you’ve never shirked from the duty you’ve taken as your own. Still, it’s your loyalty to me and Tucker that makes you my hero. You do everything in your power to help us when we’re in need, no matter what sacrifices it means for you. Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton’s lives are starting to clash with one another more and more, and despite your best efforts, people are beginning to notice things.

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“You’re everything you think you are
And so much more then you know
Two people with one destiny
More isolated with every foe”

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You’ve started to alienate yourself from others more, keeping even more to yourself. I admit, that worries me. Especially when it’s even just the three of us, and you get that look on your face. Like there’s something haunting you, and this time it isn’t of the undead variety. But whenever Tucker and I bring it to your attention, you brush it off and change the subject. Tucker tells me to let it go, that even you need some personal space, but I can’t help but be scared for you.

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“You’re so alone, but I am here
Giving you all that I possess
It’s not enough, though, not for me
Yet still I’m unable to confess”

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What would you do if I told you I loved you? Expecting you to love me back seems a little farfetched. Expecting nothing to change is downright ridiculous. You can’t say something like that and not have some sort of change in the relationship. Your friendship means the world to me, if it doesn’t work out for us as a couple, I’d feel so completely miserable. I honestly don’t think I could take losing you, in any way shape or form.

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“Others only see the strength
Yet I know too well your fears
So won’t you let me hold you close
While you release the tears?”

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…Paulina only spoke of one side of you, the strong one, Phantom. The Danny I know has two sides. My Danny wasn’t just strong, and brave and noble. He was shy, with a big heart and more fears then he’d ever let his family see. I’m even sure there were even some self-doubts you keep from me and Tucker, since you’d been troubled lately about overburdening us. But as far as that goes, that’s nothing you need to worry about. Right from the start Tucker and I vowed to be your support no matter what that meant.

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“Then I turn back to the mirror
Studying the every flaw
Of the girl it’s forced to show
With her emotions harsh and raw”

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Am I really not pretty? Is there something vital I’m missing that keeps me second best in your eyes. Or is it just the fact we’re friends? Do you, like me, not want to take a chance on what we have if what we want doesn’t work out? Thinking about all this gives me a headache, and makes me even more miserable. Still, no matter how many times the questions play in my head, my tongue refuses to ask them, so I never get my answers.

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“What is it you don’t see in me?
What is it you can’t love?
Why can’t I say what you need to hear
From this black winged dove?”

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I smiled sadly at the last line of my poem. That was what you and Tucker called me since middle school, a Black Dove. Doves were a symbol of peace, love and harmony and the color black was, in Tucker’s words, my ‘favorite accessory.’ Though I never said it out loud, I rather liked the nickname. It had a poetic ring to it, both sad and hopeful at the same time.

And, as absolutely and horribly corny as this sounds, I especially like it when it’s you calling me Black Dove. Because then you give me that secret smile, and I feel, if only for a minute, that everything is at harmony. We don’t worry about ghosts, or our strange friendship or any other problems life seems to have a rather sadistic pleasure of throwing at us (You in particular.)

We’re just Sam and Danny. No more, no less.

I don’t really hear the applause as I get down from the stage and make my way back to my favorite table. I’m shaking, but at the same time, I feel relieved. Like I’ve yelled out all my anger and frustrations. And, as I sit back down to listen to the next poet, I feel something change in me. It’s nothing major or anything. It’s just that, for once, I feel everything is gonna be alright.

Because no matter which Danny you are in appearance, you will always be My Danny

Description
Black Dove

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It’s strange, as much as I love to go to Poetry Slams, I absolutely despise sharing my own work. It’s not that my poems are any less creative then others I’d heard, but poetry is personal to me. It’s my soul, my emotions put into words. And while I am by no means a shy person, I’m not the kind of girl to leave herself so vulnerable to a crowd of strangers.

Until tonight.

In class today, Mr. Lancer had gone through and read some poems he found ‘of exceptional quality,’ without naming the authors. I didn’t even care that my poem was one he read, the only thing that haunted me all day was Paulina’s poem. It HAD to be Paulina’s poem, no one else in that class (Except maybe myself) would write about the green-eyed ghost boy.

I’m not sure if I was more bothered by the depth of the poem or the subject matter, but it really, really bothered me all day. Something both you and Tucker had noticed almost instantly. Still, I refused to tell you why I was upset, instead opting to take my aggression out here.

I scanned the sea of unconcerned faces from the stage, the spotlight nearly blinding me. While I was brave enough to do this, I felt it necessary to make sure no one who could hold it against me later was there. Satisfied that there was no one I recognized, I began to read.

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“I sit in my room’s solitude
My mirror in front of me
And I ponder all the things
That make me so cowardly.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Would you ever expect that there are things out there I’m terrified of? Tucker teased me before that I’m probably the most fearless person on the face of the earth, with a possible exception of you. But I do get afraid. Every time you get battered and beaten by ghosts, I’m scared that the injuries might be too much for any of us to handle without a doctor’s help, and when you took the Battle Suit to fight Pariah Dark, I’d never been more scared in my life. Scared that you wouldn’t come back…

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Ghosts haunt my waking moments
And you haunt my secret dreams
One thing I know here by your side
Is that nothing is what it seems”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In the life we live, you can’t take anything at face value. We’ve had too many ghosts possess people, or pretend to be someone living to trust strangers, or even people we know to a certain extent. Honestly, though, I’ve been keeping something secret from you guys. I admit, I feel a little guilty because of it, especially since other then that, there are no secrets between any of us. Still, how could I face you and tell you about the dreams I’ve had? Dreams where you hold me, and tell me the words I long to hear…

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“My eyes cloud in worry,
As I brood about your fate
I know I can’t be what you want
Yet still I contemplate”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It’s amazing really, you’re the hero you’ve always wanted to be now. You’ve taken the weight of the world upon your shoulders, and while we can’t say you don’t complain now and then, you’ve never shirked from the duty you’ve taken as your own. Still, it’s your loyalty to me and Tucker that makes you my hero. You do everything in your power to help us when we’re in need, no matter what sacrifices it means for you. Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton’s lives are starting to clash with one another more and more, and despite your best efforts, people are beginning to notice things.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You’re everything you think you are
And so much more then you know
Two people with one destiny
More isolated with every foe”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You’ve started to alienate yourself from others more, keeping even more to yourself. I admit, that worries me. Especially when it’s even just the three of us, and you get that look on your face. Like there’s something haunting you, and this time it isn’t of the undead variety. But whenever Tucker and I bring it to your attention, you brush it off and change the subject. Tucker tells me to let it go, that even you need some personal space, but I can’t help but be scared for you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You’re so alone, but I am here
Giving you all that I possess
It’s not enough, though, not for me
Yet still I’m unable to confess”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What would you do if I told you I loved you? Expecting you to love me back seems a little farfetched. Expecting nothing to change is downright ridiculous. You can’t say something like that and not have some sort of change in the relationship. Your friendship means the world to me, if it doesn’t work out for us as a couple, I’d feel so completely miserable. I honestly don’t think I could take losing you, in any way shape or form.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Others only see the strength
Yet I know too well your fears
So won’t you let me hold you close
While you release the tears?”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

…Paulina only spoke of one side of you, the strong one, Phantom. The Danny I know has two sides. My Danny wasn’t just strong, and brave and noble. He was shy, with a big heart and more fears then he’d ever let his family see. I’m even sure there were even some self-doubts you keep from me and Tucker, since you’d been troubled lately about overburdening us. But as far as that goes, that’s nothing you need to worry about. Right from the start Tucker and I vowed to be your support no matter what that meant.

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“Then I turn back to the mirror
Studying the every flaw
Of the girl it’s forced to show
With her emotions harsh and raw”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Am I really not pretty? Is there something vital I’m missing that keeps me second best in your eyes. Or is it just the fact we’re friends? Do you, like me, not want to take a chance on what we have if what we want doesn’t work out? Thinking about all this gives me a headache, and makes me even more miserable. Still, no matter how many times the questions play in my head, my tongue refuses to ask them, so I never get my answers.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What is it you don’t see in me?
What is it you can’t love?
Why can’t I say what you need to hear
From this black winged dove?”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I smiled sadly at the last line of my poem. That was what you and Tucker called me since middle school, a Black Dove. Doves were a symbol of peace, love and harmony and the color black was, in Tucker’s words, my ‘favorite accessory.’ Though I never said it out loud, I rather liked the nickname. It had a poetic ring to it, both sad and hopeful at the same time.

And, as absolutely and horribly corny as this sounds, I especially like it when it’s you calling me Black Dove. Because then you give me that secret smile, and I feel, if only for a minute, that everything is at harmony. We don’t worry about ghosts, or our strange friendship or any other problems life seems to have a rather sadistic pleasure of throwing at us (You in particular.)

We’re just Sam and Danny. No more, no less.

I don’t really hear the applause as I get down from the stage and make my way back to my favorite table. I’m shaking, but at the same time, I feel relieved. Like I’ve yelled out all my anger and frustrations. And, as I sit back down to listen to the next poet, I feel something change in me. It’s nothing major or anything. It’s just that, for once, I feel everything is gonna be alright.

Because no matter which Danny you are in appearance, you will always be My Danny