"aquaintance" poems
I'm caught between 3 boys.
So different from one another
Yet I enjoy their company all the the same
He's my best friend and he's weird
***** jokes and British TV
Cooking and music
His truck and hanging out every day
Blue green eyes and carefree
Its been 3 years since I met him at the amusement park.
He's smart and funny as hell
My favorite bands and good conversation
Coffee and tea
The bus and concerts
Eyes of grey, blue, cashmere, green and happy
An aquaintance since junior high
When I really got to know him he is so much more.
He's silly and nerdy
We were in love before and he broke my heart
Time and time again
Video games and humor
The mall and bowling alley
Eyes deep brown and philosophical
My best friend in 8th grade till he moved
Though we dated 6 times.
I'm stuck on them all
And I cannot decide
So I'll stay on the wall
I know this will hurt me later
But I'm too naive to try
So I'll wait
Till bitter revenge finds me
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Stranger, aquaintance, friend, lover..
they all become the same person.
Maybe you could,
I've lived to see you break a promise once.
Lover,
friend.
You lied. blamed it on your remembrance, your faulty memory.
i have the truth in writing (the letters i finally tucked away)
Twice. I'm a fool.
Friend?
Aquaintance.
Embarrassed, my safety net is full of holes.
Acquaintance,
We were strangers when i met you,
seems to me that we have been ever since. Might as well be.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Days go by and i fret for humanity yet,
time is running out but its infinite.
Should we not all be afraid?
I run, I gallop, I get no where.
I finally see someone else doing the same.
Through each others help we advance.
We look and see others,
with each gained aquaintance we grow stronger,
more able to move.
Finally we realize we need as many as possible.
Some people are reluctant, yet the force grows.
The takeover is complete.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Real women dont make life's biggest decisions based on what choices they are given. Darling we are creatures of creation, of manifestation, and much too patient to commit our hearts to anything other than the will of our creator. A real woman gets what she wants out of life without even lifting a finger. So long as the flames in her chest burn white and rampant, you'll know she's filled her own order when her gaze lingers. She knows anything not offered isn't ready for picking. She knows for every man that leaves her, there will be fifty dying to make her aquaintance. When a desire burns pure in her heart, no amount of muscle can contain her. She is the white peacock, plumage on display. She is the white peacock, she needs not to say, she only thinks and mostly feels, her good conscience leads the way. Here comes the rain dripping onto hibiscus, here comes the rain to illuminate. She awaits the morning light on her nest of realized dreams.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
Perhaps the best form kind of kindness,
is not the ever present
support of friends
and kind words of parents
or even the sweet words of a lover.
But rather the simple
true thoughtfulness of
an aquaintance.
Allow me to hold open doors
and smile at strangers
and leave flowers on graves
because the best is
unexpected.
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 9:18 PM UTC
I am Water
I am Beer
I am ****** up
I am Love
I am Bold
I am Confusion
I am Half-Walked Roads
I am Pen to Paper
I am the Words that should have gone Unspoken
I am Aquaintance
I am Laughter at the Wrong Moments, For the Wrong Reasons, At the Wrong Pace, For the Wrong Ammount of Time; the Complete Embodiment of Inappropriate
I am Ordered Outside; Chaos Within
I am the Mistake You love to make
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
I want to spill my hear,but I won't.
Tell you that you have been felt, I don't.
I want you completely.
Yet your sould belongs another.
Unworthy in my eyes is he.
So these emotions remain locked up in my heart.
There is no need to understand.
To break into your atmosphere would tear me apart.
It is the fear to die once again that I can't stand.
I'd rather walk alone complete, than to walk this earth a broken man.
Just ask of me and you shall reicieve, but if not I'll stay firmly planted as your aquaintance.
Believe that I am comsumed by your essence.
My star brightens, the time you're present.
Lost in your eyes I have become.
There are those crippling emotions that make this flesh weak.
A future with you should be left at the bottom of this ocean,
Never to be seeked.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
there is no adjective
to describe
the feeling
that follows
three nights without sleep
the swollen eyes
too much light
(even in the dark)
then what am I
to say when asked, "how are you
today?"?
"tired"
that in itself is a
tiresome response
try
to recall the number of
times you've posed
that question of formality
to an aquaintance, only
to receive
"tired" as a response, as if
that frame of mind is
the newest epidemic sweeping our
terribly exhausting society- seven
to eight hours a night,
that's what we need, or else our
train of
thought is likely
to steer itself off
the rails at least
twice per
talk
this poem is
trash
though I
tried
to be
thoughtful, and
to start each sentence with a
t
(besides the ones in parentheses)
taste my insomnia
take a slice if you dare
teach me
the way
to shut
these
tired eyes
there is no adjective
to describe
the feeling
that follows
three nights without sleep
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
You're like a boy shy of the sun,
Yet so desperately wanting to
Fall on your knees in the dirt and
Acquaint your hands with succulents and
Beautiful flowers.
You're like a boy that blames his skin,
Your perfect porcelain skin,
For the hiss and scorch the
Rays from up above execute on your body.
Your eyes spoke the truth at times
When your lips wouldn't budge.
I hoped I read those glistening
Windows of your soul correctly.
I was a flower you beheld on one
Of your dangerous walks in the sun.
I wonder are you happy we were acquainted?
The way you handled me most times
Was evident proof you cared for me.
You cleaned my leafy limbs of sitting dust,
You kept away the bugs that would nibble at me,
You watered me when I was parched.
Then came time to transplant.
The muscles of your hands grew tense,
You squeezed my slender stem almost to
A point of snapping.
Your rough and tough handle of my roots
Left them broken and weak.
You're like a boy that in a panic to run
Away from the burning sun,
Lost sight of his flower and the garden they said they'd grow together,
You're skin is burning I know,
But dont keep pushing me in the ground.
I wont always come back.
My leafy limbs wont regain their color.
My stem will sag and not regain strength.
My thirst will leave me speechless.
Maybe that garden we said we'd try to grow,
Isn't meant to be.
Maybe you aren't meant to be a gardener out in the harsh sun.
Maybe I am not meant to be acquainted with your hands.
All the same,
Don't continue to shut me out
In your frenzied panics.
Don't push me away so aggressively.
One day my roots will not revive
And I will not come back.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
My hands are bruising from grasping my headboard
as I slowly go crazy
silent screams and waves of tears
are the result of my inner guilt and fear
I fear I will not get to be held by you
I fear I can't look into those eyes
three months ago I was your whole world
two months ago you were mine
today you are all I think about
As I slowly go crazy
pounding the feathers of my pillow
I am reminded that I know what falling in love feels like
And that I know it is the worst pain in the world to be without the one you love
And have to pretend he's just another lost aquaintance
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
new friends don't feel so real
though I've been working on
building ladders to my walls
it seems either they don't know
how to climb, or they don't care
people in my classes
are already embedded with a group
approaching is foreign
everyone says it just takes time
except my brother
who told me he hasn't made
any true connections since highschool
is it always going to be like this?
Me in a room full
of kindly acquaintances
passing time till I can be alone
where did all my real friends go?
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Staring eyes, hateful lies, words said in disgust
Hurtful, decieving, a little misleading,- no one I can trust
I thought I could, said I would; - always have a friend
Now i know, - true colors show; I'm alone until the end
- Time goes by oh so fast. Nothing for sure, or meant to last
Sometimes you'll want it, other times, ya won't
One day you have it, the next, ya don't....
- Lonely, lasting for a short while; along comes a friend to make you smile
Feeling great as things seem to be changing
Slowly but surely, my life is arrainging
Leading to what hope is good- doing right by all that should
Trying hard to see what lies ahead; taking chances by what somebody said
Can this be a friend or just an aquaintance?
Like all things, in time, it too will need maintence
- On my own or with helping hands, maybe a friend who understands
Either way, I have a choice,- advised by many but I hear one voice
Choosing, picking, having to decide; hoping our friendship will not collide
Falling down, get back on my feet;lean towards goals I want to meet
Day by day, one by one, friend after friend, until there is none
Getting older, always knowing, wiser, smarter, - keep on going
- Reaching where I want to be. Who, if anyone, walked with me?
Did they follow? Did I lead? Can this be just what I need?
Will I ever find that one friend?
- Someone whose always there, from beginning to the end....
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
It’s time I remove my skin,
And wear the flesh I have beneath,
Kiss you hard as I longed to,
Acknowledge myself I am for you.
I wanna be out wearing my flesh,
I wanna make aquaintance with another flesh,
I am you with my skin on,
I will be snatched and torn if my skin is gone.
I should burn my skin and go search a flesh,
Who’s heart beat faster when our bodies clash,
I am confuse of I thee created,
I am him, I am he but I am never she.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:14 AM UTC
You asked me to be honest
But I don't think you really want that
I'll put my hand over your mouth and tell you to shut up
And let my thoughts run wild anyway
You asked me to be honest
So that's exactly what you'll get
I can't stand you
I can't stand your pretentious writer attitude
And yet how you hate everything you put on paper
I can't stand your black blazer and striped scarf
And the way you're growing out your ****** hair now
I can't stand the way you don't know how to talk to me
How I'm an aquaintance now
How I'm a stranger now
But most of all I can't stand how I'm not ******* anything now
Scratch that... How I'll forever be "the ex-girlfriend" now
How you can't detatch yourself from that girl you know you're in love with
Like how you knew you were in love with me
Pity me, forget me, mistreat me
I can't stand you anyway
I mean, you asked me to be honest
And honestly,
I can't stand you
the way I miss
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC