#friendhip - Hello Poetry

In a rained-out world painted in shadow smeared by waters and bus stop- undeterred, her red umbrella burns crimson through desolate darkness like random library selfies of beauty buried in paper skin, shielded by her red umbrella In an overcast world stencilled in sorrow her umbrella- so red, so shiny- reaches out to me, taking all my woes and weary waters away when I hear her say- "Hey, write me a poem about a red umbrella" In a sunny world etched in joyance dabbed in frappé- my four-wheel red umbrella drives us from country to café, where perfectly good grand pianos meet symphonic chaos, amicably amplified as we mingle under our red umbrella ~ NM 09/20/16

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC

MoreBeautifulThanSilence

Red Umbrella

In a rained-out world painted in shadow smeared by waters and bus stop- undeterred, her red umbrella burns crimson through desolate darkness like random library selfies of beauty buried in paper skin, shielded by her red umbrella In an overcast world stencilled in sorrow her umbrella- so red, so shiny- reaches out to me, taking all my woes and weary waters away when I hear her say- "Hey, write me a poem about a red umbrella" In a sunny world etched in joyance dabbed in frappé- my four-wheel red umbrella drives us from country to café, where perfectly good grand pianos meet symphonic chaos, amicably amplified as we mingle under our red umbrella ~ NM 09/20/16

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They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek Yet we hear great songs with our hearts Before our ears And every time a baby is born Or a person dies We shed tears The clock never stops even after years Nostalgia creeps in worse than our fears You don’t stop getting deja vu No matter how many nights we see the moon It still has power in engulfing you So plump, so bright A big flashlight for the dark of night The light at the end of the tunnel A reminder of the suns return A reason to look into the sky A lighthouse for the nocturnal voyages They say dreams are fragments of memory But my dreams have shared destiny And my friends have found rest in me Through the idea of divinity I’ve found the best in me In every empty room The wails and moans of a ghost can be heard The remnants of yourself Or another Will always hurt Until the next rebirth

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC

sink

There’s more

They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek Yet we hear great songs with our hearts Before our ears And every time a baby is born Or a person dies We shed tears The clock never stops even after years Nostalgia creeps in worse than our fears You don’t stop getting deja vu No matter how many nights we see the moon It still has power in engulfing you So plump, so bright A big flashlight for the dark of night The light at the end of the tunnel A reminder of the suns return A reason to look into the sky A lighthouse for the nocturnal voyages They say dreams are fragments of memory But my dreams have shared destiny And my friends have found rest in me Through the idea of divinity I’ve found the best in me In every empty room The wails and moans of a ghost can be heard The remnants of yourself Or another Will always hurt Until the next rebirth

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Thank you, A, for showing me I wasn't the monster they made me out to be For showing me that, in the end Even freaks can have some friends When you first approached me, I thought you were mad For wanting to befriend someone so unspeakably bad For a full hour, I thought you were a prank That you were just there to give my chains a yank In a way, you were my first friend Hell, you were the second who didn't leave or betray me in the end And the first I liked, but didn't see enough I guess, for me, it was more puppy love But in seventh grade, in a darkened gym I sat at an empty table within With so many seats, I couldn't believe That you'd voluntarily sit and talk to me And though we don't talk much anymore Since I moved away and got more chores Your memory always shines in my mind As the first true friend I ever did find

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC

breeze-mist

Dear A

Thank you, A, for showing me I wasn't the monster they made me out to be For showing me that, in the end Even freaks can have some friends When you first approached me, I thought you were mad For wanting to befriend someone so unspeakably bad For a full hour, I thought you were a prank That you were just there to give my chains a yank In a way, you were my first friend Hell, you were the second who didn't leave or betray me in the end And the first I liked, but didn't see enough I guess, for me, it was more puppy love But in seventh grade, in a darkened gym I sat at an empty table within With so many seats, I couldn't believe That you'd voluntarily sit and talk to me And though we don't talk much anymore Since I moved away and got more chores Your memory always shines in my mind As the first true friend I ever did find

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*Raw skin adorned, Love…in its sensuous hues Curvaceously designed Languorously spread, Seductively, productive. With eyes that you see me Do I wear a façade, carry out a charade? I am what I am, in my nakedness Bare, exposed I shall remain Love or hate me, I am your friend*.

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC

deepakqt

Naked friendship

*Raw skin adorned, Love…in its sensuous hues Curvaceously designed Languorously spread, Seductively, productive. With eyes that you see me Do I wear a façade, carry out a charade? I am what I am, in my nakedness Bare, exposed I shall remain Love or hate me, I am your friend*.

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