How is it so that friends come and go
some quick and some slow one minunte their here and the next they have disappeared

We'll all grow apart but only in the heart i wish people could maintain in their brain please don't fight or all this will be ****** right down the drain

And before you know it you cant remember your bestfriends name
this is how friends come and friends go before you know it your alone

Dont you wish friends could just be friends no Competition or jealousy this dont  exist it's just a myth

The word friendship means relationship and trust between people those who say it dont meen it best friend are the ones to stab you in the back and watch you bleed as you fall to your knees
they laugh with glee and trun their back to you and leave as if bestfriends didn't mean anything

Here is a glass of water from my well.
It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
It is the best I have, my only spell,
And it is cold, and better than champagne.
Perhaps someone will pass this house one day
To drink, and be restored, and go his way,
Someone in dark confusion as I was
When I drank down cold water in a glass,
Drank a transparent health to keep me sane,
After the bitter mood had gone again.

Always forward turning
Past, present, future
All dizzy and blurred
The only thing I see
That stays so steady
Is your face,
     spinning with mine.

I can't tell you what a blessing it is
To have you
As a compass.

Thornless vines wrap us together
Neither of us fighting
It's a constraint I welcome,
For when I am alone
I am lost.

If we were pulled apart
And pulled away
Know you could find me
By my weeping.

It is when I am silent
That you should worry
For I might have passed.
Drowned, suffocated.
For the only air I breathe
Is yours.

impaled by your words
with gasoline in my veins
i wait to die in the wreckage of this life
drop the match...
just burn me down
and walk away

time slows down
past tense never looked so beautiful
how could it have ever come to this?

everything i am is what we were
let the fires of your lies take me
i dare you to watch me burn
walk away
forget my name
remember my ashes
walk away

Did kindergarten teach you anything?

To say you’re sorry when you hurt someone

Do not take what is not yours

They do not teach you how to break hearts

Empty souls?

Taint innocence?

They did not teach you

How did you learn?

You don't see it

Not at first at least

You might catch a glimmer of it

on a sunny day

I lay inside silently watching

Do not worry,

it's very comfortable

You see I can walk and talk and dance and sing

it is very flexible

do not try to save me

For its locks have closed

and it might as well be 6 feet under

But it has a beautiful cover

of a happy soul

but the cover slips

and you might catch a glimpse

of it when the wind blows

on a cold October night

Do not worry my dear

It might as well be 6 feet under.

I cannot write a sonnet; it's too hard
To put such barriers around my brain
And thus I find my efforts often marred
Although I rephrase again and again
I cannot write a sonnet though I try
Through day and night; through winter, into spring
And even though I have no reason why
A ten-syllable line my thoughts won't bring
But now I wonder just what is so great
About this iambic pentameter?
And am almost resigned that it's my fate
That from the sonnet form I should defer
Yet, having spent so long in search of one
'Twould be a shame if it should not be done