The Kingston Man
Down through the streets of Jamaica
Went swinging his coattails
And I know this
Because I was with him
Down past the urban zebras
Tie hanging. The Beatles
I know this
Because I was with him
Down in the Queen’s place
Past the President’s cool school
We walked-
I was with him
Down past the other Kingston man
He smiled and waved;
I know this
Because I was with him
Down by the speeding thing
We parted ways
And I’m sure of this
Because I was with him
Down to where the ground parts
He said goodbye…
I know this
Because I heard him
Down to where the speeding thing lies
He said goodbye
He said goodbye
And I know this
Because I was with him
Then down… down I went
Away from the Kingston man
“The Kingston Man” is just a stand in title for the main character – the one referred to as “he”. MC (Main Character who shall not be named) really loves Kingston … the first time the Kingston man is mentioned, it’s actually a Jamaican man that the character passes – that part is legit. The Urban zebras are the zebra crossings and the Beetles (and their ties) are mentioned because of their one album cover, whereby they’re all wearing suits as well. The two characters are talking, walking in the Queen’s Place (Cambridge, MA) and the “President’s Cool School” is Harvard University, called “cool” because the writer wants to go there. The coattails are a dramatic word for suit – MC wears, and takes great pride in, suits. The poem doesn’t have a definite tone (romantically or friend-wise) because the narrator is unsure of her feelings towards MC. The trailing off at the end symbolises her thoughts, and they are, in fact, reeling at the thought of MC. The MC was approached by Kingston man, and by the end of the (short) meeting, they were reeling with laughter. The narrator told MC that she thought Kingston man was approaching HER, and she was about to tell him to “keep walking,” and “smile and wave,”, hence the next line. The ground parts when one is going underground to the T (train). And the “speeding thing” is a train. MC didn’t exactly say goodbye – he said “Bye xxx See you tomorrow!” but the phrase “he said goodbye” is repeated to show that the narrator sees MC every day, or at least that their parting is an everyday scenario – nothing special. But that one day was special, because it was different. (This is extra information) This was the first time that MC stayed behind to walk with the narrator, at her pace (he’s a fast walker) … and the realisation that he stayed behind specifically to talk to her still confuzzles the narrator, even now. Some 30 minutes later. Hopefully this story ends well??
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This is a poem I made a long time ago, and the little paragraph underneath it just outlines exactly what was happening when I wrote the poem/what everything means. I barely write anymore, I know. This particular poem was for a boyI thought I liked..
Funny thing is that I knew I didnt really have feelings for him. He was just a distraction from what I now know as the truth - I’m emotionally numb. I went through a bad relationship with a boy I thought was my everything. It all happened so fast - one day I was happy and the next day he was confessing to “warding off” this girl but “accidentally bumping” into that girl.. I wouldnt have admitted this to anyone but truth be told, I was devastated. I let myself go. I didnt care about anything because I felt like the only heart I’d ever had had been ripped right out of my chest and trampled on. Then put in a washing machine and zipped around. Then pulled out and chopped into little pieces.
That term, I made out with whoever I could, just to get back at him and to make myself feel anything apart from pain. Even disappointment would suffice. I told my “best” guy friend that I liked him, just to try to feel something again. It didnt work. In fact, it only brought me more heartache. I totally discarded the fact that my best friend liked him… I dont know if she knows about it at all, even now. I feel sorry that I wasnt honest with her..
No, actually, I dont. I know this must sound horrible but I dont really care for these things anymore.
How does someone stand in front of someone else and LIE to them, continuously? “I love you.” Dangerous words. They never used to be. They used to be the best part of my day. “I love you more than anything right now. Babe.” Well, yeah, so why’d you have to mess everything up for us? Babe?
I cant even.
Whatever.
So I basically spent half the night watching this movie and it is mind blowingly good! Okay, well, not THAAAT good but I just havent seen a really funny, chill movie in a long time. I mean watching other people’s marital problems? Does that sound like paradise or what?
So, naturally, I’m in the dark typing my fingers off about it on tumblr. Because (naturally) blogging everything is my first reaction to these little day-to-day activities - It’s getting so bad that I think I would definitely consider blogging about my more interesting bathroom sessions if people didn’t completely find that repulsing and weird.
Not that I don’t find that repulsing and weird either, y’know? - I mean, I’m normal. Just like the rest of you fine people. Cheers :P **social awkwardness setting in - must. Resist. Urge. To. Say. Something. Stupid. And. Ruin. Perfectly. Good AND, more importantly, Believable facade**
But back to the movie - HILLARIOUS. It has this really nice “nice” feel to it - The leads are totally hillarious :D And I must admit I watched this because of the male lead, who also played J’lo’s gay friend in Monster-In-Law. He. Is. Wicked funny. And also awesome! So awesome that I think I’m going to go cyber stalk him now.
No, later.
Or.. never?
See? That was almost believably normal *smiles*
But anywhoozers …. just found out that my family arrived at Nepal safe and sound, and I’m soo thankful for that - my dad’s been emailing me since they all reached stable ground so I’m not short of any mind blowing details about the trip.
See you soon tumblr. I’m sorry for my spontaneity but it’s 2:25am and I’m not Edward Cullen so Goodnight :)xx
So my parents are moving to Kathmandu (Nepal) soon (tomorrow) and my dad finally sent me a picture of the new house - it’s gorgeous. It’s torture having to be so far away from all of them! Nepal seems like such a new and wonderful place, and yes, I’m going in the summer but I dont want to have to be the new girl in my own family - a visitor in my own home, and I’m not even eighteen yet. My dad says they’ll always have a place for me there - meaning he doesn’t intend for me to move back in immediately .. Which, okay to be honest, is hardly even a possibility because next year I’m going to college and immediately after that I’m going to be expected to find a job and get married to a nice Christian fellow with good morals and a high respect for family (not to mention enough cash to cover a “modest” wedding and the life beyond) so you see, I UNDERSTAND. I’m just nostalgic for the old days, I guess.
So this here’s my new home.
CORRECTION: This here’s THEIR new home - I’m going to be popping in every now and again to say hello.
It’s getting late and I only dropped in to post this picture so hello and goodbye Tumblr. Thanks for taking my rants without question or comment. Goodnight :)
Just spent most of the day procrastinating, despite the fact that I have a TON of homework to catch up on and my SAT’s in a month.
Why is my life so uninteresting?
4/4/2012
So today I was down at the Cambridge library. There’s construction going on there … nothing major happened :/ I was so excited to start this new blog but the thing is, I basically dont have a life. I’m researching Greek mythology for my Extended Essay and the one purpose of my existance right now is to find a Latin translated version that’s not too hard and not too easy. Also found this HILLARIOUS blog today while I was procrastinat-er-reading at the library.
http://herpderpharvard.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-12-30T05:55:00-05:00&max-results=10&start=24&by-date=false
-MassGirl
