what a wonderful friendship!
i thought to myself
i was only more than a babe when i met him
he was kind
he was funny
he was fun to play with
and he was my first
'friend'
as we grew older
i turned five
we started to talk
i remember our first conversation
we talked about dinosaurs
and i thought
what a wonderful
'friend'
and then i made new
'friends'
but they didnt last long
it wasnt long before
they found someone new
and left me to play
in the morning dew
wow
those are some wonderful
'friends'
and then we turned ten
he was still with me
through it all
through my hardships
through my pain
through my sadness
wow
what a wonderful
'friend'
and here we are today
i can see him as i am writing this poem
his first girlfriend
i cannot express how happy i am
for him
and he
is a true
friend.

Do these lovely grounds permit me
Of my present presence, like thistle
Be unwanted and undaunted

Taken greatly in arbored orchard
May my refuge grow demure
Taken often by lapping banks
May my breath grow slow and slight

By those tentacline roots
Those heightened and lengthy articles
May that shade and slanted sallow
Blanket lightly my discomfort

Ne’er is there such wondrous sedation
Then this lilting life, by waterside
And no bile ink nor vitriol
May ever dissipate this lovely truth

worth is not in my vocabulary,
I am without it.
there is no worth around me,
no value or importance.
leaving myself to believe
that worth is just a construct.
I will not focus on it,
for I am utterly useless.
holding on to anything
that will get me through the day,
nothing that contains worth.
there is no point in the world,
yet I am still searching for it.