The day that we first met,
in my mind I still see,
you sitting in the hunch-on, looking for some company.
I alone myself, sat down with you that day,
neither of us knowing what the hell to say.
But we got through the awkward times, and quickly came to be,
the best of friends to each other, we could ever be.
The closer we grew, the more we left, the other world behind,
just me and you we jumped into a new place totally blind.
We prayed together our friendship forever, and always would stay the same,
but time has passed, only memories last, and little friendship remains.
WE ONCE WERE ONE! I screamed at you, I want my best friend back!
But we both realized at once it was that bond we lacked.
You think it doesn't hurt me, to see us back to two, looking to my left and right to see there is no you.
But we both are moving on now, lets do it gracefully, I hope our friendship still lives on in you memory.
Friday, October 5, 2007
How Soon Things Change....
BETRAYAL... I fuckin hate myself!!!!
by angel
Betrayal of a friend's feelings, whether intentional or not, can rip friendship apart, and leave both feeling empty. I hurt someone I care about very much, and the pain was too great for him to bear. His friendship is like a shooting star flaring briefly across the heavens, a moment in time that I will treasure forever. Maybe, with time, the garden where our friendship grew will blossom again. Do I respect his wishes and never talk to him again, or do I try to make things right? I don't know. Until I figure that out, this poem is my emotional release.
An echo fades into the night,
an eerie mournful sound.
A shooting star disappears from sight,
and I crumble to the ground.
There is no life within this garden;
my sobs are the only sound.
I have poisoned the honeyed fountain
where your love could be found.
Dazed, I stare at the stars above,
my grieving howls fill the night!
Unintended betrayal of love
has hidden you from my sight.
I remember how it used to be
when we shared our fears and delights.
You are a treasured friend to me.
How can I make things right?
Feeling afraid, cold and lonely,
I long to tell you how I feel,
but you don't want to hear me.
The pain for you is much too real.
Should I back away and build a wall
and block away how I feel?
Or, should I give you a call?
We both need some time to heal.
An echo fades into the night
as our friendship disappears.
How do I know what is right?
How can I ease my fears?
If I do call you again,
would the old wounds reappear?
I can't stand to cause you pain.
Hurting you again is my worst fear!
There Is A Moment
There is a moment
Between the flick of a light switch
And the sinking explosion as the room becomes revealed.
I lies between the short, sharp, shock to the skin
And the subsequent intake of the chilled air to the lungs.
It is the time that dwells in the void amid the collision of earth and a entity caught in hot-blurred decent,
And the precise moment of the abrupt termination of movement.
It is woven into the slamming of an oak door, it is the core of the ticking of a clock.
There is a moment.
It can be harnessed.
It can change everything
A Living Nightmare!
Haunting every feeling
Leaving cracks upon my heart
A tremor taking over me
And tearing me apart
The nightmare as I'm dreaming
Killing me each time I wake
A cut that bleeds a little more
With every breath I take
Like chains inside my prison
Or a noose upon my rope
Shredding every wish I've had
By tearing out my hope
The tears behind my smile
And the truth as I pretend
It's pain that I've kept hidden...
It's the parting with my best friend
-damsel
He Hasnt Noticed At All
She always sits near him somewhere out front
and he can't help himself when he stares.
He thought her man knew how lucky he was,
but now knows that he doesn't care.
He sometimes can hear her talking with others
and she handles herself with great ease,
her beauty is real, not from the make up
and he hopes she will be his to please.
He sometimes pretends she's not commited,
so he can tell her things that he feels,
but he's afraid to chance he'll offend her,
even though his feelings are so real.
She made sure she sat real close to him
and blushes at thinking he knew.
When he looks at her face, she feels his eyes
and knows he can tell she is blue.
She feels envy when seeing him talk to the ladies
and wonders which one he might choose.
She wishs she could tell him to think of her, too
but is afraid when he chose she would lose.
He asked tonight and they've danced many times
and her group hasn't noticed at all.
This woman he lives with no one else wants
is now finally having fun at the ball.
