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I only have a few friends,
but those few, who are you,
are very precious to me,

I admire your loving hearts,
and your beautiful souls,
that are kind
and filled with purity.

I love you all because...
each of you can hear
the things
that I do not say,

Because,
you each know
how to love me
in your very own unique
and special way.

Because,
all of you reach-out
to my heart and soul,

Because,
you all come together
to grab my hand
and pull me out,
before I sink
into the recurring
black hole.

Because,
I never have to worry
that any of you
will ever give up on me -
you all, patiently,
tolerate my relentless Anxiety.

Because,
you all really understand
who I truly am,
deep,
deep
down
to the very core
of me--Rosalie!

Because,
any amount of absence
doesn't disintegrate or deteriorate
our friendship,
despite the precious time
that my Anxiety,
slowly, eats away,

Because,
I can feel each of you
thinking about me,
even though you're all busy,
every blessed new day.

Because,
individually,
each of you are the sunshine
that removes the dark clouds
that hover over my head
like a curse,

Because,
together,
you all stand to make up
my entire universe!

Because,
I know
that we were meant to be
a special part
of each other's life journey,

Because,
I feel your genuineness
and honest sincerity,

Because,
we are kindred spirits -
we are soulmates -
we are rare, beautiful souls in tune,

Because,
I am grateful
and most thankful
that we met,
and not a minute too soon!

Because,
without these few,
most valuable, friendships
that I truly do cherish,

Life, on this beautiful, but messy,
chaotic, dog-eat-dog, blessed existence,
would be more than hellish!

I love and appreciate
each and every one of you,
YOU!...who I call "A friend!"

I promise to love you all
unconditionally
until my very last breath,
until the very end!
And, from the hereafter,
infinite love to you all,
I will continue to send!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 May 2017 Just Me R
kirra
let love grow
let it bloom
let it expand, multiply,
and thrive.
you receive what you give.
so give a lot.
please, fan the flames
that burn the brightest.
you can be incredible
you can give and receive love.
but only if you let yourself.
prove that you can do and become
anything.
you can thrive in your own
asperations,
but only if you are
willing to work for it.
to work for one thing,
love.
 May 2017 Just Me R
Ilene Bauer
A terrorist’s a criminal and also a fanatic
Who gets his kicks by killing and creating quite a panic.
His hatred makes him dangerous but fear’s his only goal
And crowded places let him play a tragic leading role.

Our president, in his attempts to be a tough accuser,
Must think he sounds impressive with the label “evil loser”
But loser is an epithet from junior high school days
And such a term deserves derision, though he’d longed for praise.

The world will turn to leaders in a horrible event
In hopes that their response will calm things down and thus prevent
More dread and malice from their ranks, with words that will inspire,
Yet “loser” is the best to which our ruler can aspire.
“I don’t want to think,
don’t make me care
-im running late.”

Emotional sadist
Your closet runneth over.

“Drug me”
I whisper
half lyric
half request
as you silence me with your
“Acid Tongue”

you are

an arbitration
to this restless void

the long ebb
interrupted by your flow

what you aren’t

is a savior

what you aren’t

is an answer

you are

a “Lost Cause”
 May 2017 Just Me R
Chwins
Dreams
 May 2017 Just Me R
Chwins
He had a dream where they were together
Where no one told him he didn’t stand a chance.
He had a dream where she never left,
Because in his dream, no one was there to steal her.
 May 2017 Just Me R
Camilla Green
I've painted with insomnia,
with love, heartache, and worry.
I've brushed strokes with infectious apathy,
or at least what I believed it to be.
But my eyes are out of color now,
scraped blank with shaking hands.
Wilted with dusty jaded cries,
empty paint cans stare, blinking, at the sky,
Wandering, waiting
for anything to ignite the stars again.
 May 2017 Just Me R
a m a n d a
(why buy the cow
when you can get the milk
for free)

only works as a
metaphor

if you believe
yourself a commodity.
 May 2017 Just Me R
Word Hobo
I was strewn
scattered wide
brooding foreheads of jagged stone
thirsty fragments
unfit for purpose
rugged - broken - lying alone

She - pure water
seeping in sand
dark and deep - unrequited and stilled
Her eternal spring
but a fearful trickle
Her destiny hidden - unfulfilled          

Open earth!
a forested crevice
Shake - Tremble - Set her free
Release her flood
of secret desires
splashing joyfully over me        

I will be
her playful bed
smoothing my edges - providence smiled
I will make her ripple
rushing with laughter
kissing her droplets - wet and wild

Cascading to  
her lyrical rill
we'll sing forever - in our sacred stream
She is my lover
caressingly she runs
once worthless rubble -  She did redeem!

gv   For my lovely wife. Feb.19.2014
 May 2017 Just Me R
Arpan Rathod
I miss you
as many times
as I
breath.
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