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Reece Mar 30
It’s hard watching something die,
And wither away.
Wondering if I could’ve changed,
Or was it fate?
But here we are,
Without the spark,
We once shared.
I’m letting out the guilt,
That I’ve built,
About a relationship that I can say,
Will never be repaired.

We used to click,
Now we don’t,
We used to talk,
Now we won’t.
I’d like to know where,
It all went wrong.
Was it me?
Was it you?
Was it going to happen all along?
If it was,
I wish,
I had been a better friend.
Then perhaps,
It would be,
A less painful end.

I start to question,
The foundation of our friendship,
If things broke apart so easily,
Without any indication.
Perhaps I misjudged the situation,
And ran off with unclear intentions,
I seem to do that best,
Unfortunately.

We’d known each other for years,
For it all to act like it was never there.
Did I make a mistake?
Did my expectations change?
Did I ruin everything?
Too afraid to ask,
So I’ll suffer in silence.

All of this confusion,
For something I don’t understand.
Some he said, she said, foolishness,
Was all that it took for our friendship to end?
And our friend group to shatter to pieces?
I thought we were close to each other,
That we care about one another,
I guess that was bitter delusion,
From a boy who was desperate for inclusion.

I never felt like I belonged,
We were always on,
Different wavelengths.
While you and the others would carry on,
I sat in silence,
Not knowing what to add,
Or what to say.
Questioning whether it would’ve mattered anyway.
I guess I was a fool.
I guess I shot myself in the foot,
So much that I can barely stand.
Never would I have dreamed,
That this was how things would end.

Was I too seclusive,
And too elusive?
Did I not listen enough?
Was I too much of a lonely punk?
Did I push you away?
Did I ruin everything?
Was I the reason things turned out this way,
Cause I changed?
Or was this preordained?
I know as we grow,
We change,
But why did it come so soon?
Last year we went to a movie,
A get-together I actually went to.
Yet, here I am now,
In the fallout,
Mourning what was broken down,
Surrounded by ashen-covered ground,
The smoke, all around.

Perhaps I’m just a fragile snowflake,
Lamenting on past mistakes,
That there’s no hope to change,
So why question it every day?
I can feel it fading,
And I know that I’m turning,
Into a stranger,
As the memories start growing hazier.
In ten years, I won’t remember your name,
And that’s what’s even stranger,
I thought we’d be friends for longer,
I guess that was wishful thinking.

Occasionally, we wave,
But we both know that’s not the same,
As the talks we’d have,
And the walks we walked together.
Now we’re both growing older,
As our chemistry starts reacting slower,
Till the entropy,
Fades into obscurity.
I wish I’d known sooner,
That things would turn out this way,
They’d be things I’d change.

So what’s left to say?
I’m standing at the graveside,
Crying and wondering,
What happened?
What madness,
Caused this?
I’ll put a bouquet,
On the grave,
And walk away,
As the days of our childhood fade.
Did I make the right choices?
Did I hurt you?
I’m sorry if I did,
I never meant to,
I just wanted to be your friend,
And I was for a time,
But that time’s passed,
Because nothing lasts.

I’m sorry,
And thank you,
For everything…
ibraheem Mar 26
Wooden,
hardened,
treated as a door with none but emptiness beyond.

Walk through me, pass through the scented door.
Cherish the ever so little sanctuary the door provides.
Hold dear to the beautiful scents of the door.

A door holds no lasting imprint on those walking through it,
yet every grip on the handle leaves a stain.
Some are what you carry along,
others merely a passerby.

How have I gone from one to the other?
Taught by life, for if your back is to a wall, none must stab it.
How must I live when eternal bonds know not the path to my heart?

Forever stained by the shadow of solidarity,
protected from the burning warmth I once craved,
bare to the cold I once hated.

Truly, time is all.
idk what it is but it's what i feel about graduating
Zywa Mar 21
The moon draws an arc

through the lonely dreariness --


of my empty head.
Composition "Moon Viewing Music" (2018, Peter Garland), for three gongs, part 4 "As I look at the moon / my mind goes roaming / till I live again / the autumn that I / knew long ago" (tanka by Saigyo, 1118-1190, translated by Burton Watson), performed in the Organpark on four gongs by Pepe Garcia on February 8th, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #88
Jucan Mircea Mar 17
I remember that grim spark in your eyes,
All the deep scars you'd disguise,
Those were all the scars I caused.
Hidden past of hate and cries,
And our future that I robbed.

I saw it even as we'd speak,
'Twas like you accepted defeat.
You tried to love me like before,
But we both knew it was deceit,
You couldn't love me anymore.

Even still, you tried your best
To forget of all the rest,
And be happy with what you had,
Even through all the unrest,
And all the times I made you sad.

Like a dream, we were together,
Nothing matters whatsoever!
It's like the first day that I met her.
But then why...
Do I feel this looming foreboding?

I knew my victory was fleeting,
That past patterns were repeating,
But I didn't know that day,
Was to be our last replay.

I'll never forget your smile,
Even though it was denial,
I still loved every second of it.
Please... Stay with me a while,
Don't leave me, just for a while...

I remember that hopeless light in your eyes,
You knew it was over, and your love dies,
I knew I was approaching my demise.
I couldn't stop it even if I tried.
Now it's my turn to cry.

You're gone now,
And you are happy.
I'm grateful for
How much you loved me.

Goodbye now to you, to our love,
And to the last day you loved me.
I wish I could turn back time
what if I'm so anxious
because I'm focusing on all the things
I'll say goodbye to
when I could be thinking about
all the things I'll say hello to
I'm saying goodbye to lots of things
but I'm saying hello to even more
Maria Mar 13
One minute to say “Goodbye”.
No words and no need to think of,
No grief of grudges and no regrets.
It’s the last minute of our love.

Your cold look and measured breathing,
Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune.
Could you and I imagined, my dear,
That we’d end up like this as soon?

The minute is dreadfully long.
It’s like the time completely stops.
We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul,
But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.
This is one more story from my past, the story of my pain, my strength,  my great love. Thank you for reading it!
Mina Mar 10
The remaining of your lifeless body
Were some vivid images printed on my eyelids
some distorted memory tapes deforming in my brain

That night was a nightmare
I never woke up from
Every morning i still pinch myself
I bite my thumb
hoping the night is never too firm
hoping the morning comes

It's Killing me how
I'm starting to forget your face
Your glasses resting over your peaceful gaze
Your smile and innocent laugh brining life grace

I miss you and my annoying chats
I miss us playing with stray cats
I wish we wore your 20th birthday's hats

I miss such a young pure soul
I miss you as a whole
And i don't forgive the world for taking you
I don't forgive myself for every second not filling my eyes with you
Before you flew into the void of blue

I wish i said my goodbyes
Before it was too late
Before i knew that that night
such angel dies
i wrote this poem as a honor and remembrance of my real first friend, the real childhood memories I'm glad of every second we spent together, my cousin whom died in a car crash in the middle of august in the middle of the summer turning the sky grey and my eyes rainy,  i wish you were here to tell you that I'm sorry.. i love you
Reece Mar 6
When I last addressed you,
I considered you a former friend,
And after much consideration,
And re-evaluation,
I’m putting this debate to an end.
You were not my friend,
You never were,
Despite what I said,
And what I believed,
You never cared for me.
I was just an ear,
That you used for many years,
Oh, you caused me many fears,
Deprived me of cheer.
Friends don’t do what you did,
So I’ll say again,
You were not my friend,
And you never were.
A sequel of sorts to "My Former Friend."
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