#frienship
I'm sorry I gave in
to the bad thoughts in my head
I'm sorry
I couldn't be there with you
I'm sorry
im slowing turning into you
I'm sorry
If you don't feel good enough
I'm sorry
I can never tell you how I feel
that I have to keep my feelings behind a wall
because I'm afraid of being hurt
like before
I'm afraid of making a fool out of myself
afraid of rejection
because I like you more
than anything else
in this world
But others do to
I'm not special
But you are
So go be with someone special
not me
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
What happened
Where did you go
Laughing away life
Gave way to silenced ghosts
Fighting turned to fading
Resisting reduced to caving
All it got you was a name
Etched in cold hard stone
Haunted dreams
Stalk my nights
Searching for that
Lost goodbye
A lifetime of memories
Made in such a short time
Bittersweet was the feast
Upon which we dined
Now go rest in your slumber
Sweet child of light
Embrace your newborn wings
Lift your eyes towards heaven
And take your maiden flight
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
-Fickle Friends
Who will help me up when I fall?
I have no friends, no one at all...
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 2:02 PM UTC
You with your Rosmarin laugh
and Sunflower eyes
with your Dandalin smile
and angellike mind
The garden within you
it blooms with your growth
It smells like the wets
of a fresh summer rain
Where the Clouds they pass by
Soft winds in your hair
You outshine it all, the sun in your soul
Prettiest boy,
reincarnated sun
You shine to bright
To keep eyes on you for long
You burned in my mind
I see you asleep
My indsides defind
everytime you breath
You're warm to each touch
Your mind is beyond
The reach of my love
Your garden it blooms
It grows with each tear
A lover has lost
On your lonely love
Prettiest boy
No sundown compares
No sunrise alights
When you're by my side
My beeing it arches
To get youre attention
But ever song listend to often
Gets gladly forgotten
So when youre leaves start falling
When your clouds get gray
When your wind is harsh
Remember me every day
The music once was alive
But there'll be new songs in your live
February it's still not time
For new flowers to bloom
For tulpits and roses
For lilies and iris
For me to forget you
You made my trees so alive
Your made my garden green
And my apples red
My oranges soft
And my insids burn
'Caus fruit and flowers are gardens the same
But one cannot go on
In the cold winters embrace
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 9:13 AM UTC
I am sitting on a bench full of kids my age. My gaze dances over unfamiliar faces. Everything around me is moving so fast. But I am sitting calmly. I am looking around at everything. My gaze passes over the face of a girl with long black hair braided into a braid. I don’t know her name. I don’t care.
I am sitting in school. The teachers are playing a game with us. We are sitting at a table. We are playing with kids from another class. And she is there. The girl with black hair in a braid. Now I know her name. Rebeca. She is loud and having fun. I don’t like her.
This is my third year in school. Kids from other classes have joined ours. And she joined too. I am angry. I can’t stand her.
A few months have passed. Rebeca is pretty cool. She is nice and fun. I think I want to be her friend. I’m glad we’re in the same class.
I am friends with Rebeca. I love how she always makes me laugh. I love the teeth she’s always showing when she laughs. We spend our breaks together. We go out to the playground together. I like her.
Rebeca slept over at my house. It was one of the best nights of my life. We laughed together until we couldn’t breathe. Rebeca is my best friend.
I had a party for my 10th birthday. I invited my friends. I invited Rebeca too. It was fun. I am very happy to have a friend like her. I hope we will always stay friends.
I invited Rebeca to my house after school, like always. She said she might come. So I waited for her. She didn’t come.
Rebeca doesn’t really want to play with me anymore. Sometimes I go up to her at school, but she’s not interested in talking to me. I miss her.
I watched Rebeca in our classroom as she talked with other girls. They are more mature than I am. But Rebeca has changed. She wears makeup. She cut off her beautiful long black hair that she always used to wear in a braid. I wish she were like she was before.
I had a party for my 11th birthday. I invited my friends. It was fun. I really enjoyed it. I didn’t invite Rebeca.
I watch Rebeca in class during break. She’s having fun. She shows her white teeth when she laughs. I want to laugh too. But I haven’t talked to Rebeca in a few months. I watch her play and mess around with the boys in our class. She puts on makeup with other girls in our class. She swears and smiles weirdly at the boys. I don’t wear makeup. I don’t swear. I don’t hang out with boys. Rebeca gets on my nerves. I don’t like her.
Everything shut down because of the pandemic. Rebeca isn’t joining the online classes. Rebeca always used to try hard in class. I have no idea what happened to her. I don’t care what she’s doing.
I finally went back to school after the pandemic. I saw Rebeca. She had a lot of makeup on. She had a piercing on her nose. She wasn’t showing her beautiful white teeth when she smiled anymore. She wasn’t smiling. Her hair had changed. Her beautiful black hair that used to go down to her **** barely reached her ears now. I almost didn’t recognize her.
During class, I was talking with a friend. We were laughing. Rebeca told me, “shut up!” She was frowning. I am afraid of Rebeca.
I left our school a year earlier because I went to a different school. I like my new school. I have friends here. I haven’t even thought about Rebeca.
I heard that Rebeca didn’t get into any high school. I know she’s smart because she used to do really well in school. I feel sorry for her.
I came to my old class’s school farewell. Rebeca was there. I saw her smile. I saw her beautiful white teeth. And suddenly, she looked just like the Rebeca I talked to five years ago. I wanted to go up to her, but I was scared. I decided to go home. I looked at Rebeca one last time, who was talking to other girls who were prettier than me. “Goodbye, Rebeca,” I said to myself and left.
I hope she remembers me sometime.
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 5:23 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes strangers can become the holders of our deepest secrets:>
awaited so long so vast to confess a blurt out a must say
that my hopes came to the ultimate settle to the unspoken overwhelm of this May
hurdled in my lap like a shiny relief anticipation
hidden doors under that rag to a whole new brilliant creation
never have I ever came to express to redeem a share
in a chaotic crowd in a room for that daemon monster flare
bare me the tears
been shed been dear on the angel
on that blanket that saint of the painful
don't get this wrong it was a cry of surreal
of a friendship that I dreamt of a cherish
for those pure souls to come to an emotional peel
------ravenfeels
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 12:21 AM UTC
I don’t know when it first stated,
When our friendship parted,
I never thought this would happen between you and me,
I don’t know if you hate me,
But I guess this is our star crossed fate,
On that podium only one could it accommodate.
I have known you for eleven years,
We’ve been best friends for seven,
I always thought that our lives were a reflection,
Because we were of the same collection.
Both of our families weren’t rich,
But that never diminish the lives we cherished,
The hope for a brighter future and so we ventured,
We strived hard to achieve our dreams
And we both came out supreme.
But I don’t understand the afterhand,
One minute we were happy graduates,
The next we were no longer teammates,
You never returned my text,
You never tried to call.
I couldn’t tell if it was my fault.
Have I ever wronged you?
I don’t remember ever hurting you,
But if I did I ask of you to forgive,
I want you to know you were my closest friend,
And it did hurt when our friendship came to an end,
I want you to know, I wish you the best,
Because it is what you deserve, I pray that you will always preserve.
In times like these, my heart bleeds,
These are the words that forever would be left unsaid,
These are the answers that forever lay beset,
I don’t blame you, I don’t blame me,
From now on, our hearts flame will never walk the same lane.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC
I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.
It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.
But who cares,
you don’t.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:46 AM UTC
Through sunlit paths
and raging storms
Arms linked together
in uniform
Jocose laughter
warm smiles
Golden moments
made worthwhile
As the clock ticks
through silken air
Precious seconds slip
to who knows where
Spent with souls
of softened steel
Condensed in flesh
within concealed
Standing together
as harsh winds blow
Hand in hand
strong roots below
Though years may pass
in a blurry haze
We stay together
united--always.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
This morning I spotted Dawn
in his human disguise
walking by my window.
He had a bucket of gold
paint in his hands
and the rays of the sun
following his feet
and when I waved at him
he sparkled me a smile back
as if
we knew.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Amore
It tastes like cinnamon
Like the little honey bees flirting with the flowers in the morning and giving them their morning kiss
The innocence of the child as she holds her teddy bear close, because she believes he’ll protect her from all harm
The arms of the man I love, which feel like velvet and chamomile
The song I hum, professing my eternal devotion to him
But what is this feeling?
The one that makes us prance around under the moonlight and cover our bodies in lace and vanilla for?
Amare è vivere
To love is to live
To move the sky and the oceans and everything in between just to see that person smile
To trust that person so much you take off your silk dress and reveal all your body and secrets to them
It’s something so intense you become blinded
A fool
But I don’t care
I’d rather be a fool then be without you for even a fraction of a millisecond
Your absence causes such a decrease in my oxygen I’d die without it
I don’t care if people say it’s foolish
To be distraught over a man
I’d give my entire being to have his love forever, and would do the unthinkable to obtain it
I would die without him
When people ask me what love is, my mind instantly thinks of this
And they tell me
It seems more like an addiction then true love
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
Every time I get to see your bright smile
It makes my heart glow with hundreds of happy lights
I wish I was able to spend more time in your presence
Sometimes miss your laugh on quiet nights
And even when we have not talked in weeks
I do not feel distressed, down, or blue
The warming touch of memory
Brings back all the things I love about you
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
I said it before, I’ll say it again
Hope we can move past these chain of events that keep us trapped.
Light up the room, light it again
Hope we can talk freely like children on school nights, miles apart.
Smile like before, smile again
Haven’t meet up for months, maybe it’s a sign that this is the end.
Maybe we shouldn’t play pretend.
Play dates are over now there are only days.
We’ve outgrown our toys, we’ve outgrown ourselves.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if my existence is at all valid,
I remember sitting on the bathroom floor at school with my then best friend and staring at the tile that surrounded us.
I thought about all the kids before us who have walked on this tile, escaping responsibilities, escaping teachers.
I thought about how absolutely insignificant that moment in time was,
how my plaid skirt and that unforgiving burgundy polo would later on refuse to bear witness to the things said and heard in that bathroom.
The mindlessly boring and insensitive ramblings of two teenage girls sulking on a bathroom floor made no ripple in the atmosphere.
The moment and the memory were gone as soon as they left.
If this trail of lost friendships and missed opportunities for significant bonds has taught me anything,
it’s that everything falls apart one way or another.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
Sitting here, trying to be strong
Wondering, where did it go wrong
The late night phone calls
And early morning messages
The planning for each weekend
And all the places we unwind
The memories we shared
And things we discovered together
Your funny ****** expressions
And the way you made me laugh
How we were so alike
And different at the same time
The way you knew when something was wrong
And I hadn’t said anything
The way you made me look forward to your surprises
And I thought I hated surprises
Your cheesyness, stubbornness and procrastination
And all the things that make you you
I’ve come to accept it’s all in the past
And I have to move on fast
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Aapko khuda ne badi fursat se banaya hai,
Etni pyari si muskan aapke hothon par sajaya hai,
Aapki ye sararati aankhon ne,
Har pal ko khushnuma aur khubsurat banaya hai,
Aapne Ghar ko mandir banaya hai,
Maat-Pita Ki sewa kar unhe bhagwan ka darja dilaya hai,
Aap najane kis mitti Ki bani **
Khud aansoo bahake bhi sabhi ko hasaya hai,
Aap jaisa dost humne badi muskil se paya hai,
Aaj gum bhulakar phir se humne muskuraya hai,
Ruthi kalam ko manakar humne,
Aaj aapko apni kavita me sazaya hai,
Apni kavita me sajaya hai....
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
once upon a time,
there were two peas in a pod.
true partners in crime;
envied, was their facade.
they kept each other's secrets,
at least one pea did.
a few spilled, the other admits.
she was reluctantly acquitted.
forgiven again and again,
deteriorating the bond's trust.
controlling her best friend,
their connection doomed to combust.
the big blow up never happened,
one pea just rolled away.
her life is now unburdened,
ready for a brand new day.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
“The storm is coming!”
Shouted by a friend who's running
I looked behind and there I saw people panicking
And there's this another friend walking towards me while crying
I gave her a warm hug, and she uttered "I lost everything."
Am I allowed to talk? I asked to myself, but she held onto my arms and ask, “Are you listening?”
I nodded as a response and there she stopped crying
The storm which shattered everyone and left nothing
"I was only drag here by my own feet. I only have you." and there I saw she's barefoot, and her wound is bleeding
The other friend which I saw a while ago is now from afar looking at me
Her eyes are also hurt from crying but she's mad and trying to find a shelter
She is envious of this friend who's relying to me right now
But she was the first one who ran away, forgetting me
She was the one who left me alone, but now to whom is she trying to put the blame?
Is it for I who was abandoned, or is it for her who ran away?
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Damaged seeks damage
And misery loves company
I think that's why we're best friends,
We understand each other's melancholy.
I realized out of the blue
That I've never written anything for you
And that's just ridiculous, you know,
You're the best friend I've ever had
You're angry, and I'm sad
But deep down inside it's the same broken path
I destroy myself for the hell of it
And you watch with open arms,
You stick around.
Thank you for that.
It's three thousand miles of pure ********
But at the end of it all there is nothing more sincere
Than the way we can laugh with each other
After so many long years.
This is pretty messy, this is pretty dull
But I wanted to write something that hadn't been said yet
About something that hasn't grown old.
Our bond is irreplaceable,
Irrevocable.
Thank you for showing me unconditionality
And thank you for being around for refusing to forget.
See January 23rd, 2019
Is gonna either make or break me
I will fly my way across this torn land
I will stay by your side.
And when the clock strikes midnight,
January 24th, 2019
Will break it's way through the clouds to greet you.
A world without you would break my heart
Every day that came.
And in the time we spend apart
I learn the spaces between your name.
This one is yours, for you to keep
Please remember me, when you turn 23.
Boost Post
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
Memories of you and I remain
In times of insanity and when sane
Both parties are responsible–to be blamed!
Today’s portrait is what has become the outcome
Our laughing roars filled the room
Everyone’s expression said, “We’re doomed!”
Denying is futile–the whole place went boom!
But reminiscing now invites Cloud of Gloom
Orange and pink blanketed the sky
Cue: another is about to pass by
To the train we’d greet, “Hi~!”
The usual spots, yours and mine,
Shrieked while we were on high
Chat goes on ‘til the other said bye
The next? No exemption!
Pair of feet exercise in assumption
Kinetic hands trap them in adoration
Cloud 9 waltz in successive repetition
Orange and pink blanketed the sky
Cue: another is about to pass by
To the train we’d greet, “Hi~!”
The usual spot, mine,
Am no longer able to occupy
Only to find stranger’s beam so sly
Thanks to her personality, voice like chime
You and her turn buddies in no time
While I stay on your side like a mime;
That felt as if losing a dime
That night insomnia attacked
Your voices echoing made me whacked–
A virus marched into the brain via hack
Caused the insides to curse ****
These insecurities plan no turning back
Reality presented my fear:
Your orbs wiggle while I am here
When you did a scan for her
Out crying one thing clear
I’ve been replaced, my dear.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Today
Dear reader
You are the most precious
Person in my life.
For this moment
I offer you my heart
Freely.
I hope for your dreams
and mourn your losses
I stand before you
With my sacred oath,
That for this fleeting moment
Unspoiled for eternity
My heart is in your palms
And you beat within my chest.
As the world mires
In Greed and Ego,
Manipulation and Hate
Today
Dear Friend
For a moment,
We changed this World.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
*Maybe when I
confided in you
Through the screen
of my phone
At 2 AM
That I thought
I'd never
Fall in love again
I should've
Kept my word
Instead of making
An exception
Out of you
Because now
I'll have to find
Someone else
To tell all of this to*
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Constant arguments and disagreement
Is the order of the day
Why can't we find the calm
Within our hearts is a burning desire
Why can't we become
We stop to breath when heart beat stops
Life is journey
It's full of rhythm and melody to dance to
We must learn to dance to the beat of life
Our success rests on the ability to keep to the beat
We must embrace the symphony
The majestic orchestra
Love dwells in those who intently heed it
The intense and meticulous preparation
Joyous chanting to the beat of life
Utterly consumed to eternal bliss
Love and life, entwined is our desire to love and be loved
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC