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 May 2014 Danielle B
Namir
~Friends~
 May 2014 Danielle B
Namir
With all the people all around
Friends are the ones to be found
The ones that have your back forever
The ones who say you're stuck together

Friends who are true, trusting,and kind
The ones who know the dark in your mind
But what do they care, their demons play too
To let you know they're there for you

People always come and go
Lovers, family, and acquaintances you know
But real friends are here to stay
Cause they are as weird as you anyway.

Best, boy, girl, or close,
The prefix of friends doesn't matter much for most
A friend is a friend that's all that matters
We stay together, like the the March Hare, and the Mad Hatter.
Just a quick poem I thought of when thinking of my Best Friend Through The Ages.
 May 2014 Danielle B
Andrew Durst
I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today.
      The stillness of the air
     was far greater than the few little
words that could have been spoken.
After a moment, he rose with a sigh,
wiping away several tears before
they could even leave his eyelashes.
     It was the first time I ever realized,
that one day,
  I too would be kneeling
over my parents,
devastated and speechless,
      leaving generations behind me
      with nothing more than
                   a faint
                          sigh.
Been a while since I've cried, it was strange to me.
You
Every time I try to close my eyes you're there
And I can't for the life of me get you out of my head
Or the way your curls would fall into my eyes
And tickle my face and you would laugh
And shake your hair in my face some more
And your eyes would beam with love
And I never wanted anything more
But now here I am sitting on my computer
Writing a poem about you
And you have already forgotten my name
And I'm still in love with you
Please come back.
I will continue to sulk in my own despair so long as she is not by my side
 May 2014 Danielle B
Jeremy Bean
Every time I swallowed my pride
I let down my guard
I exposed myself
all for one person
it killed me inside a little more
yet it all was intensely perfect
your presence
that ran electric current
through every tip of my being
the taste of you
forever on the tip of my tongue
returning me
to the nape of your neck
all these words spoke
that can be used against me
remain worth the sacrifice

To the part of me that dies
 May 2014 Danielle B
Jeremy Bean
Perhaps our story ended,
and we turned past the last page.
Nothing left for amendment,
the path before us laid.

This book met a conclusion.
What a fairy tale it was.
Maybe just an illusion,
the heart and mind plays tricks, it does.

Yet it all just seemed so true.
Who knew,
it would be just like a movie?
People dream to exist like this,
instead they live assuming.

I backtrack through the chapters,
nearly driven insane.
Forever chasing after,
a retelling of our claims

Perhaps someday I'll feel the same
evolve beyond these throes.
In days those passions were untamed,
where every ending goes.
Open.

Close.*                  
  
Open.

Close.

        ­             the doors of chance.
                           *anything goes.
10 word.
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