I am away from you my sweet

Awaiting that time we will meet




The distance is keeping me away

From that love, where I want to stay




My mind can feel the tears she is crying

I wish she could see this love undying




My hearts just keeps hurting me so

As these days pass by too slow




Sometimes I fear we are drifting apart

And that is what breaks my heart




I have a photograph of your face

One my fingers continue to trace




This is what keeps our love still pure

To be able to kiss your picture







copyright Chris Smith 2010

out,
out like a dragon’s sigh,
the feelings,
the killing thoughts,
the ideas,
all gone
all dust upon the wind
all no more in me.

in,
in like an ocean’s breeze,
the emotions,
the happy thoughts
the memories,
all there
all water under the bridge
all in me, for now.

I am trying to pick up a thin unforgiving object
with my over-sized,
disjointed creaking hands- again.
Plastered smooth,
flatly white and plain,
sharply contrasting the oaken ornate table beneath.
A pointed creation - filled from within by an impossibly pulled pin
n' covered simply
in slim thinly soft skin.
I want to tear it off
but my hands ache and cry out- soundless.
Time hasn't meaning anymore,
when you are gone and I am old.
Twice folded around inside,
the cocoon is layers of pressed arrested rough hewn life,
wanton against my finger tips,
that are bloated and gnarled with corroded bone
all angles
and absurdity.
Aged pages will be riffled raw by my papery epidermis,
squirming in earnest and fear of your leering senile words.
I want to tear it off but it holds like glue
And-
as I remember, you are beautiful
sold into sleep, bought in too deep
with twitching, itching delicious skin,
between golden strands that at times stand stiff with tension
caught hot underneath our bodies.

I choose not to remember as you are now
alone
in a crone crowded home.

A friend does not judge
Are around even when they don't want to hear it anymore
Provide a shoulder to cry on when one says they are not going to cry
Encourages you to get yourself together and stand strong

They do not tell you it will get better, hang in there, others have it rougher than you
There is no judgement ever on mistakes you continue to make
If you are getting down trodden they are there to pick you up
When you are being attacked a friend defends your honor

When the chips are down and all you do is cry
That friend doesn't care, but lifting your spirits becomes priority
If they are true they tell you what is so amazing about you
They respect boundaries and offlimit conversations

when you are about to truly mess up
It isn't told to the whole world
You receive a short note telling you to get your head out of your @##
Explaining why they say such a thing

A friend does not take advantage of your feelings
You do not have to worry about gossip because it won't show up
There is always a mass amount of comfort offered
Causing you to feel safe even when your world is imploding

Most of all they ask nothing in return
They give from their heart and soul to help you make it
Trying to teach you new ways to cope and that there is more to life than whatever is bringing you down
When doing all this they never make you feel like you are a charity case

In the end after building you up
They are still there
To lend an ear to your happiness, joyfulness, sadness and pain
Most of all to catch you if you fall

A friend doesn't leave you just because you are better
They are there for the long haul
They are there forever

Written by JH all rights reserved