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#thefriend
Uh oh, I feel it It's coming again One more unwanted visit From my longtime friend There's no notice given As he barges right in And no length to his stay Don't know when it will end He takes over my space As if it's always been Just his place and not mine Who's the one paying rent? Feel my presence erased Put on hold and suspend Don't confront; Do not face Feel I can not defend Everyday forced to face Sadly, what could have been Feeling lost and disgraced I'm imprisoned again In this bottomless pit Where reality bends Won't give up; Will not quit Digging out with a pen Beg for mercy and pleas In these notes that I send Penned emotionally On my life it depends Don't just look; Need to see The real trouble I'm in My words quietly scream Fight alone I can't win Someone please just help me A spare hand you can lend Don't need much to be free Very little you'll spend But without it I'll bleed Boxer who can't contend I'm struck down in defeat Ref has counted to ten Not how it has to be Room is starting to spin Get me up on my feet Reset this bowling pin Knock me flat in the street   Won't sit still like a hen Punching bag that you beat Think I'm yours; That is when Rising up suddenly Spirit back on the mend You're the one looking weak Everything is pretend Cleaning house; Need to sweep From this filth I've been cleansed Helped in my time of need Thankfully by my friends Days ahead bright for me My life here want to spend But can't get too comfy He will strike; Don't know when Out my eye hole I peep Could return once again Promising not to leave Me and my longtime friend
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
My longtime friend
Uh oh, I feel it It's coming again One more unwanted visit From my longtime friend There's no notice given As he barges right in And no length to his stay Don't know when it will end He takes over my space As if it's always been Just his place and not mine Who's the one paying rent? Feel my presence erased Put on hold and suspend Don't confront; Do not face Feel I can not defend Everyday forced to face Sadly, what could have been Feeling lost and disgraced I'm imprisoned again In this bottomless pit Where reality bends Won't give up; Will not quit Digging out with a pen Beg for mercy and pleas In these notes that I send Penned emotionally On my life it depends Don't just look; Need to see The real trouble I'm in My words quietly scream Fight alone I can't win Someone please just help me A spare hand you can lend Don't need much to be free Very little you'll spend But without it I'll bleed Boxer who can't contend I'm struck down in defeat Ref has counted to ten Not how it has to be Room is starting to spin Get me up on my feet Reset this bowling pin Knock me flat in the street   Won't sit still like a hen Punching bag that you beat Think I'm yours; That is when Rising up suddenly Spirit back on the mend You're the one looking weak Everything is pretend Cleaning house; Need to sweep From this filth I've been cleansed Helped in my time of need Thankfully by my friends Days ahead bright for me My life here want to spend But can't get too comfy He will strike; Don't know when Out my eye hole I peep Could return once again Promising not to leave Me and my longtime friend
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When he talks, she hears you. When he laughs, she pictures you. When he holds her, she feels you. When he hugs her, she smells you. When he kisses her, she wishes it is you. It's unfair and unjust. She likes one, but she loves the other. Seems like the people switched positions, "The one" and "the friend".
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC
Switched
Spinning and whirling, of course it would stop Right here at this God forsaken spot That wheel of time never did like her In good times that wheel couldn't spin faster In bad times that wheel would be dragging an anchor Grinding through loneliness, bad things did occur It use to be when she was in this agonizing place Floating there in outer space Desperately wanting friends so bad But in outer space there's none to be had Night time in her darkened room, she let the agony go With every sharp slice like fire, blood filled with agony would flow Spinning slowly into good times, it brought with it friends One was a soul-friend connected through centuries, he was a Godsend Teaching her how to deal with the loneliness, and darkness He reminded her of the pen's savage caress He was a great poet, with a shattered caring heart "Bleed ink on the paper to make it depart" "I love you dear friend, use the pen instead of the blade to drain All the agonizing sorrow, and dark thoughts in your brain" Soon figuring out they were friends of the soul, talking everyday She prayed it would always stay that way She got use to the "I love you" said to each other When she was sad, big Bear hugs that smothered Quickly the wheel spun good around to bad In that day, in just a few hours she lost all she had His demons had won, they had finally taken him down On deaths door, bet you can guess by who he was found It was a grief of the soul, she had never felt before Far beyond agony, sorrow, or pain, this was a different door One by one the other friends slowly disappear It doesn't matter how, she's right back here Wheel grinds slowly through loneliness She's trying everything not to be depressed Carefully she takes out and caress the tiniest wrinkle out of the paper Pen now in hand, writing so fast ink almost becomes vapor She drains her pain into her new friends she creates With the blackest ink her darkness she tries to illuminate With her paper friends she tries  to banish the crushing loneliness Trying to fill the spot he left, trying to fill the emptiness ©Pauline Russell
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
The Wheel, the friend, and the Pen
Spinning and whirling, of course it would stop Right here at this God forsaken spot That wheel of time never did like her In good times that wheel couldn't spin faster In bad times that wheel would be dragging an anchor Grinding through loneliness, bad things did occur It use to be when she was in this agonizing place Floating there in outer space Desperately wanting friends so bad But in outer space there's none to be had Night time in her darkened room, she let the agony go With every sharp slice like fire, blood filled with agony would flow Spinning slowly into good times, it brought with it friends One was a soul-friend connected through centuries, he was a Godsend Teaching her how to deal with the loneliness, and darkness He reminded her of the pen's savage caress He was a great poet, with a shattered caring heart "Bleed ink on the paper to make it depart" "I love you dear friend, use the pen instead of the blade to drain All the agonizing sorrow, and dark thoughts in your brain" Soon figuring out they were friends of the soul, talking everyday She prayed it would always stay that way She got use to the "I love you" said to each other When she was sad, big Bear hugs that smothered Quickly the wheel spun good around to bad In that day, in just a few hours she lost all she had His demons had won, they had finally taken him down On deaths door, bet you can guess by who he was found It was a grief of the soul, she had never felt before Far beyond agony, sorrow, or pain, this was a different door One by one the other friends slowly disappear It doesn't matter how, she's right back here Wheel grinds slowly through loneliness She's trying everything not to be depressed Carefully she takes out and caress the tiniest wrinkle out of the paper Pen now in hand, writing so fast ink almost becomes vapor She drains her pain into her new friends she creates With the blackest ink her darkness she tries to illuminate With her paper friends she tries  to banish the crushing loneliness Trying to fill the spot he left, trying to fill the emptiness ©Pauline Russell
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