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The perfect friend has flaws
And he knows all of mine
They laugh, joke and flatter,
Leaving your worries behind
He's sweet, shows he really cares
Even when there's none, he makes the time

The perfect friend is always honest
Even when you don't want him to be
You'll know they want what's best for you
Especially when it's really hard to believe
He'll remember the stories you've shared
And be there to tell you it's time to just 'breathe'

The perfect friend has his own demons
And so many things to worry about
Although, you're there to help him through
They still have time, to lift you off the ground
Hold each other up, day after day, resilient
Sensing the laughter, when there isn't a sound

The perfect friend is beautiful inside
The perfect friend has a heart of gold
This perfect friend is here to stay
He's truly tried and touched my soul
My perfect friend is perfection indeed
But this perfect friend is mine, so get your own!







They say there's no such thing
             as "perfect".
Yet,
    here I write,
          with solid proof,
       That anything is possible
I've found the perfect friend,
              It's true.
For my 'perfect' friend, Frank Ruland.
*hugs*
 Nov 2014 Jordan
Amitav Radiance
The sleepless poet
Cradled by the words
Deep into the night
Rendezvous with self
Solace in loneliness
Insisted by thoughts
In a reverie
 Nov 2014 Jordan
Avery Langcaster
My future gives me an anxiety that will last a lifetime.
It will not be controlled.
It will not be known.
It's a rather cruel game, don't you agree? Being clueless to the inevitable.
 Nov 2014 Jordan
-Ben-
If you're lonely
each chamber is
a ballroom
with mirrors
where you're
behold lost
and no one
searches of you

in togetherness
can any world
be the chamber
simply traversed
by some glances
smiles and gestures
to find the one
who has been looking for you
This is one of the poems which are not written in English, and it is even harder to translate poems than to write them in a different language.
So maybe if something sounds shaky, please let me know.
 Nov 2014 Jordan
LittleFreeBird
Numbness
Is my newest
Sate of mind

Nothingness
Is my newest
Addiction
 Nov 2014 Jordan
LittleFreeBird
In my hands
Love is left to bleed
Again
 Nov 2014 Jordan
Pretty Panic
I think something went wrong when I was made
like God skipped a stitch and left
part of me gaping open and
when I was eight I found that thread and out of
sophomoric curiosity I started tugging
look at me now
a mess of tattered strips of fabric
all tangled up in the thread
that was supposed to hold me together
and sometimes I get it in my head
that someone will come along and
fix me
but that's never quite how it seems to work
because I was sick the day
everyone else got scissors
and so when I expect affection
I get rejection
and the cold snip, snip, snip
of the parts of me they want to take
and now there's not much left
underneath the pretty face
just tangled thread
and a graveyard of a heartbeat
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