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You are my friend…..


One of maybe two or three
I give that label to
and now you’re moving far away
I don’t know what to do

Of all the people in my life
you're one I like the most
And when you’re gone I fear I’ll be
a lost and empty ghost


In rough times you could make me laugh
No matter if crying
That’s how it was for you and I
Song birds always singing


Seldom in life those come along
with whom you just connect
No effort needed to belong
Each other, you both get

In a dark sky, you’re my North Star
Beacon of light and hope
But now it’s just an empty space
Left with six feet of rope

And selfishly, in fact I'd do
about most anything
If I could get you not to leave
Forever we could sing

But doing so would mean that you
Would live life in a cage
Taking away what makes you, You
It wouldn’t be the same

I’m not that selfish even though
the pain rips at my core
I’d take it for eternity
If it meant you weren’t sore

My dearest friend I hope you know
I love you very much

And even though you won’t be close;
Can not reach out and touch


I know we’ll talk and even see
each other time to time
When touching base or catching up
To know each other’s fine

But like a tide, sometimes in life
Friendships will ebb and flow
Each person has a life to live
And down a path we go

And even in those times when we
might drift further apart
You’re someone I’ll always hold near
and cherish in my heart


Fly Fly away now little bird
Go off and spread your wings

And I’ll wait here till you return
When once again we sing
Written: June 21, 2018

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[Iambic Heptameter format]
Manda Raye Jun 2018
Oh darling, you make me grateful
for gloomy summer days. The only way
I can feel close when you're so far away,
or gone entirely, or everywhere at once, I don't know
how it works. All I know is you're not here,
and wolves parade in friendly forged masks,
wishing their energy could be even
a fraction of yours. Pretending
they spend theirs the same ways as you.

Only you and I know the truth.
The darkness you hid from most
that I was so honored to share with you.
We'd remind each other to come up for air,
each stuck in our downward,
spiraling undersea dreams.

There was no one else like us.
I'll never be quite whole again. True love
that was never in love--the thing about us
is we are made of it. We were the packing peanuts
around all those we love, but when
there was no longer enough the box emptied out,
and I stay here still wishing it might fill.
دema flutter Jun 2018
Remember when we first met?
                  I wish we could meet again for the first time.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Loyalty, a quality that is not
used enough in this day
and age.
People are so **** eager to throw others under the bus when the tough gets going.
They also keep secrets from you. Well, thankfully, I have a small niche of friends I KNOW I can trust.
Oh well, c'est la vie!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
justine grace Jun 2018
Have you ever wondered what if one day everything you ever dreamed for crumbles?

The friends you call friends aren't really your friends anymore.

The family you once thought that is forever isn't much family to you, anymore.

The love of your life that promised you the world, just can't accept you for who you are anymore - despite of all the promises made.

Life isn't like how things were described in a Jane Austen novel.

Life is beautiful yet its' misery taunts us and breaks us down, minute by minute each day.

What is life without meaning? What is life without people caring?
What is life if promises are meant to be broken?

Really though. What the heck is life if it's all suffering and neverending.

If this is what you call living, then I suppose it is time to figure an easy way out.
It's 4.20am from where I am, and just thoughts I have lingering through my mind. I don't have the perfect relationship with my family as a matter of fact, my friends are slowly turning their backs against me at the time I need help and support the most, and the only thing I have now is my boyfriend. The love of my life, and he is the only person in my life that I wouldn't want to lose. He is amazing, he supports and loves me in everything I do but sometimes I can be a handful and although I know I can get under his skin, I love him for the patience he has in him and for tolerating me. I am never perfect but if you're with me, you're my ride or die for life. So thank you, mi amor. But besides that, life is just slowing me down and as much as I want to laugh and shake the thought of sadness and be all okay about it, I just can't. The past couple of days I have been losing it. My insecurities are sky high, my tolerance for other people's **** (hypocrite I know) are above and beyond, and I am getting so witty and angry at the littlest of things and I can feel my anxiety getting worse. I am becoming someone I was years ago, I am becoming this whole toxic being that even I can't accept and I don't know what to do. I just want love from the people I love.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Always laugh with, and never at
Try to cry with, and never of
Ease the pain with, and never add
Fix your crowns with, and never knock off
Nurture strengths with, and never weaken
This is a relationship I have with few, but in life, you only need a close few, never many.
Be back soon!
Lyn
natalia reese Jun 2018
you meet someone on accident,
wether they were in your freshman year calc class, or you ran into them at the grocery store
something about them draws you in
maybe it's their radiating smile, or their intoxicating eyes
they find a way to make your lips curve up in the happiest way
you start talking to them
this person makes you laugh,
they make you smile for the first time in a while
they start to become special to you
your interactions start increasing until you two are closer than ever
you have told them things you thought you'd never be able to admit
your long talks take hundreds of pounds off your shoulders
you don't feel trapped anymore
happiness can't help but flow through your veins
but after you've hit this peak, things will start to change
you won't talk as much anymore
your laugh will start to become weaker
that smile won't be as bright
their radiating eyes lose that certain effect on you
your talks become shorter and less meaningful
soon enough you will talk for the last time, but you won't realize it at the time
one day you will part like you usually do,
but that will be the last time
your calls will become vague, until they are nonexistent
you won't talk anymore
you won't effect each other anymore
and you won't think about each other anymore
you go back to your daily lives,
until you find someone new
and even then, the cycle continues.
Grace Ann May 2018
I don’t know what it was about you that
made my soul easy
I trusted you with the deepest pools of me
I did not know myself.
Underwater cave exploring is a dangerous
profession,
And I am so lucky that you feel bold enough
Crazy enough
Trust in me enough to do so.
It’s not easy to show others these parts
of me
To know me is to spend years on a puzzle
only to have that dreaded last piece go
missing.
Only my solution isn’t as beautiful as
slowly building art
And it’s much more time consuming.

    --Letting people close
HTR Stevens May 2018
Gentle as the Spring-time breeze
Kissing the green leaves on trees,
Warm as the bright morning sun
Smiling aft the night is done,
Came my love, in a mysterious way –
Disposition between grave and gay.

Strange! Two people – worlds apart
Born to meet by Divine Art…
Who can tell what lies ahead?
The unknown makes me afraid…
Christina O May 2018
Two bottles,
one for you and one for me.
The pain seems to magically end,
but one is only a disguise,
and the other leaves me dry.

Two bottles,
One become the problem,
and the other seemingly fixes the underlying cause.
But in no way do either cure the things we have.

Two bottles,
and it's hard to stay away.
We don't want to be this way,
but it's who we've become,
and who we have to deal with.
Like some roll of the dice we were dealt with these odds.

Why us?
I don't know.

But maybe we can fight this.
You can throw away your bottle,
and I'll keep taking mine.
Maybe together,
we'll finally win.
This is about two friends who deal with two different things to cope with what is going on in their lives. One drinks to numb the pain of the past and the other has Bipolar Disorder and is living with regrets of yesterday.. Though both are dealing in different ways, they both have mental health issues.
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