"friendliest" poems
Depression isn't always hidden cuts underneath sweaters. It's not always sad music & rainy days. It's sometimes the girl who's always smiling with the sad eyes. It's your friend who always has a joke for you. It's the thin line between insanity and being too sane. The slope of your mouth that doesn't curve all the way into a smile when your thoughts become to heavy for even the hundred of muscles in your mouth to upturn. It's driving a car at 130 miles per hour and wondering how it felt to hug a tree, a numb pain that you can't feel, buts it's everything you feel. It's alcohol going down, down, down until your feelings are higher. It's medication, it comes and goes, always lingering like your allergies on the first day of spring
It's dedicated to you, seeping into your bones like the poison you take up your nose to drown out the inner demons
It's toxins slowly spreading and dissolving your strength and making you wish you weren't you
Depression isn't always black and white.
It's the brightest of teeth that flash the friendliest smiles; sunshine and birds. Because depression doesn't discriminate appearances, she doesn't care who she overcomes and overthrows. Her victims are her best friends and she's patient and she'll wait until your very worst day to come throw her arm over your shoulders and pretend she's there for you, feeding herself with the way your feeding into her shadows.
Depression is everywhere
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Her voice, sweeter than buttercream
- Salty words won’t pucker her song,
Honey bees follow her adoringly -
The kindest person ever to come along
Her legs, thick with gorgeous muscle
- A tornado couldn't knock her down,
Tree trunks turn green with jealousy -
She's the strongest person in town
Her eyes, alight with warm welcome
- a blackout wouldn't dim her glow,
Lesser stars shrink away in envy -
She's the friendliest person to know
She’ll protect anyone who needs it,
Forgive the most egregious slight
Faced with anger, she won't feed it
Full of grace, she’s everything right
Sadly, he won’t go the way of Earl
But who wouldn’t cheer his self-demise
He who siphoned power, stifled song
And stole the laughter from her eyes
Somehow, she’s still tornado strong
The bees know she’ll sing once more
Her trust might need a little time but
When she’s ready, glowing, she’ll soar
NCL August 2019
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
Like an airplane reaching its climb they break through
My once composed and seamless blanket is now a
valley of holes punctured and breaking,
They seep into my pores and leave me shaking.
These words manifested as bullets and knives
To do endless damage, leave me barely alive.
But the friendliest of fire is what hurts me the most,
My most powerful enemy and advisory is the one
free to coast.
That who truly knows what is inly flung,
In myself, only I can be undone.
My exterior is a thin barrier,
My only defense against the world.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
this is a fine morning and the man in the bathroom mirror smiles
though he admittedly isn't the friendliest person but honestly
he seemed genuinely glad to be awake and alive on such an Autumn day
with the birds chirping and the window near the kitchen slightly ajar
allowing safe passage to a nice chill breeze. he finds the cat up as well
meowing "Good morning!" cheerfully and innocently in its tiny cat voice
and he chuckles and meows back in the most accurate manner available.
on the kitchen table there's a mug of coffee, the newspaper rolled like a cigar,
a plate of waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs and powdered happiness which
the man gobbles wholeheartedly while reading the day's fresh headlines:
President Declares Peace on Earth, Local Man Defeats Dog - Gives Too Many Treats,
Cop Buys Medical Lemonade From Child's Lemonade Stand, World Hunger Exterminated...
permitting the felines to rule our existence was truly the best of ideas!
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
No one is how they seem
The most cheerful may be the saddest
The loneliest may be the friendliest
They just don't want anyone to go through what they are
The prettiest may be insecure
The most popular might be overwhelmed
The most athletic may be the weakest
We will never know
We can't go into their heads
But next time you tell someone:
They look depressed
They will die alone
No one understands them
They're fat
They are too flustered
They're not strong
Remember the different people that they may be
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
religion is dead
but the taste of butterscotch still lingers in my mouth.
I know it's freezing outside.
that's why I want you to hold me so bad,
it doesn't matter if it's you, it could be anyone,
but I know you need it just as much as I do.
I want to read you something
a little more meaningful than
a grocery list, and I want you to
smile more, but I want nothing to do with it.
I'm more situational than you seem to notice,
and I like how we can sit quiet and listen to nothing,
but I'd much rather hear your voice through the
haze of tension that seems to follow us, rather than
watch you sit alone on a welcome mat for depression.
I love you is a funny way of saying I love you,
but none of us really know what it means until
we know what it means, and I know how bad it
hurts when we lose what it means, but I'm sure
we'll find it again. Even if we have to be patient,
and scream a little, and **** someone worthless.
For what it's worth or how much you care,
I want you to know that I care, even if it's
only enough to dodge questions and push
boundaries and cross some t's or some lines.
You give me cold feet and hot cheeks,
but in the friendliest of ways.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
She is the slyest creature
ever whelped by wolf
or woman
A barking beast
small in stature
huge in heart
Face framed by fire
done up in fur
the friendliest constellation
in the night sky
one known to all
Hilda
She is coyote
on a good day
a wolf cub at play
a lover in the morning
noon
and night
A slight and feral hound
with ideas of her own
We found her
in the company of
a wizard.
Oh yes!
And he wove for us
a sweet spell of harmony
well mingled
with domestic peace.
Hilda was the incantation.
And the spell was strong.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Maybe I'm the person who backs away from compliments
Who sits on the sideline to watch the nights events
The one who doesn't like the spotlight on her
Who has a feeling she's got the answer but isn't sure..
Maybe I'm the person who sits on her hands in class
You know, that person who always avoids the mass
The one who doesn't do well with the crowded halls
Who always looks away from the teacher when she calls
Maybe I'm the person who hides behind book covers
Because the books tell of dragons, fairies and lovers
Worlds where she's the princess, soon to be queen
Or a kickass ninja fighting robot machine
Maybe my imagination takes me to far away places
Maybe I imagine the friendliest faces
Maybe that's because no one in reality was friendly
Maybe you should look at me and see me differently.
- E.A.F
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
I told you to run while you could,
get out before it's too late.
because I was the friendliest to strangers
and the strangest to friends.
My heart had never been open to dividends.
But your strangeness was similar to my strangeness: pushing out of fear - or had I made you that way?
You despised Mr. Hyde more than I did, but you loved Dr. Jekyl fervently with more compassion than I could ever give him...
I told you how it sometimes felt like I was living another's life... and looking at it now it's like I was sitting on a perpetual swing: x distance forward and x distance back.
We lucked out for so long because I would pull when you would push, and when I pushed you would pull me back. And for a while we both pulled. And then forever onward we pushed. Or forever wayward. Sometimes pulling in doesn't keep people from going away. And when you push someone, you can't expect them to pull you back. Because not everyone is sitting on the same swingset.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
How high was a nose meant to go?
Was it meant to reach Mars?
Was it meant to be a ladder to both near and far,
To the way far beyond and the far beyond stars?
How high was a nose meant to go?
Was it meant to be raised up to the sun on a pole?
Was it meant to sniff clouds and those lovely bows,
And breathe comet dust in a breathable boast?
How high was a nose meant to go?
Was it meant as an ornament for onlooking eyes,
Combing and surveying air instead of people passing by,
So the friendliest friends can breathe lovelorn sighs?
Those friendliest friends are the first despised.
How high was a nose meant to go?
The one pointed down will be the one pointed out,
The one smelling the floor will be rejected and fought,
The nose pointed down, broken with blood on the ground.
How high was a nose meant to go?
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Sweater sleeves dangling past your cold fingertips;
leaves drifting soundlessly to your feet.
The air is so cool and crisp and it feels so clean
and fresh against your skin and in your lungs.
You can feel the past slipping away,
making way for the new and exciting things the autumn season brings you.
Long, intellectual, enlightening conversations
that happen in the coziest of places with the friendliest of people.
Warm coffees and teas drank next to equally as
warm fireplaces and comforters.
Ginger and spice scenting every home you enter.
Wishes being made and promises being kept.
Walking hand in hand with the love of your life,
wearing jackets and mittens and knowing that everything is finally alright.
Nose kisses and long hugs to chase away the cold.
I wouldn't call is autumn so much as the one time of year you ever feel at home.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
When it rains, it pours;
A downpour less frequently wet, sure
Dancing a shambling, ill-dressed manticore
Who has barely the strength to shake anymore
Find the only chagrin of the forecast is yours
But you bring some fine wine, a handle of Dewar’s
Your mind ascending from improbable sewers
Searing tomatoes, aged beef on skewers
Burned-off or absorbed during barhopping tours
With whom you lounged on Mediterranean shores
In your history head: Mongols, Turkmen, and Moors
It hits you again ‘til another drink floors you
Sleep on a sofa where bad weather ignores you
And somewhere inside a girl asks, “From who
Comes a voice (yours) at night ambling the halls?”
The friendliest ghost, not haunting at all
Who’ll likely come by if you give him the call
But leave in the morning before sunlight is tall
Out of fear of breaking some protocol
Despite this, you’ve certainly seen so
They keep you around as part of this scene, so
This is your life, just how it should be, so
Thank you my dears, my beloved Piso
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 4:33 PM UTC
That shortest visit
reaches infinity
miracle so true
never has end in sight
a most difficult task
i do not ask
but begging you
as you've always been
the friendliest, the nicest
like in the old days
when life still had many opportunities
to soar, to fly
peregrination sans limits
to all wind sighs
always think
that ocean glued to the lovely town
is not a small puddle
immensely large and deep,
this great aqua is not to be trusted,
but no need to weep.
Only human beings you wish to cuddle
people in their dust
born on the same ground
and hearts are found
greatest compassion
keeping that knowledge
all at your own
thy existence
as precious as can be
for me
mainly marvelous present memories
drizzling rains
unexpectedly
for you and me
fortunately not painful
nor for you or for me
in my mind and me
the Birthday stay
so sweet, tremendous crackling cozy
due to the efforts thou doth
i say it this way
baby, it was an unforgettable stay
thank you !
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Mother Dearest, Dearest of all
A helper and lover, to all who call
Mother Dearest, Life-Giver to ourselves
I don't know how to tell you
Your love is life to all of us
Mother Dearest, Kindest to the world
You'll rebuild what has been broken,
Like toy blocks fallen on the floor
Mother Loveliest, most beautiful of life
Your smile whiles away the pain,
it cures me of strife
Mother Friendliest, most caring in my heart
You've turned words into a treasure trove
A gorgeous work of art
Mother Wisest, most guiding and most fair
Although I'd object to grounding
You most of all make it seem better just to share
Mother Kindest, most helpful and most sweet,
You have changed the fields of ashen crops
To bounties filled with wheat
Mother Dearest, You're all around the best
And if you'll permit, at your behest
Mother Dearest, I'd like to carry on
For pages and pages, as ever you read on
But Mother, can't you see? The greatest Love I'll ever know, is the one you give to me.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
I have three and a half dark-haired fellows of ardor
The first
Plays guitar like an angel does a harp
Watches the same nerdy tv shows as I do
His smile lights up any room.
The second
Is the star of drama class
Is one of the friendliest guys I know
His smile lights up any room.
The third
I dont talk to much
My friend fancies his too
His smile lights up any room.
And the half...
He broke my heart long ago
But I somehow find myself thinking of him late at night, when all is quiet and dark
His smile lights up any room.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
robbie-
i think that's your name, anyway.
i should feel bad about that, maybe.
but i don't, because you don't know mine.
you and your chocolate eyes made me smile.
those long eyelashes of yours made me blush.
that leering mouth of yours made me think.
it made me think i'd have a chance, without him.
it made me think i could have someone that wasn't him.
and i thank you for that.
our walk around the mall and to the pet store?
nothing short of miraculous.
you made me smile and laugh and say things like,
"well, i guess it's a date then, isn't it?"
you made me realize there was more to this world
than him and me and our collective issues.
and when i told you i'd meet you,
i really planned on it. i really did.
because we clicked, and i felt it.
and god, i know you did too.
but things came up, and i...
well, i was misbehaving.
i regret not meeting you.
i've never seen you again.
sometimes i wonder if you're real.
but then i remember fingertips,
exploring the small of my back,
as we hugged goodbye.
i've never hugged a stranger before.
i told you i was single, and i felt i was.
i'm sorry my heart didn't hold on to that.
i'm sorry i never found out what was hiding,
what was hiding behind your chocolate eyes.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
when the night plunged
darkness took me in its closet
i begin to vouch for the taste
my delights, my dreams
we've got nowhere to go
we've got no secrets
and i stand alone with solitary soul
its a consolation
where else you see real picture
the dusky shadows
and murky humor ..
it does not submersed me in its charm
neither voices
nor people..the happening
it never has..it never did
living in cracked life is a joy
pursuing myself
day by day- endless
to get what i lost
i thank heaven
for the mercy he bestowed me with
staying with me..in my worn out heart
it did mend..it did get widen
and the songs of my wonderings persist
without a desire to be heard or
to be understood
it was a solitary ride
about a soulful thought ..forgetful of any cares
they all turned out to be my weary companions
my the loyalist- the friendliest of all
i slowly took everything out of me
minute to minute..it profoundly wounded my affections
and pinched my soul; all my profane profanity stir up
I refuted with all my confessions; and made it be absent!!
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
A Nightmare
In my dreams I am the melting man.
Through tinted glass I am without senses.
With eyes that feel the sting of sight and fever of hearing,
I am allowed into the killing ground.
I followed my friendliest faces through some foggy
thick soup that does tickle my eyes
and vex them to lower.
Up again to this lonely temple
Where so many familiarities touch the ground and
my vessel with fatal hands.
First kiss and polystyrene men;
synthetic and terrifying.
Where have I seen you before?-
December 11th
Close your eyes.-
Here we are again.
there are sweats all over
i have been here so many times before and i sweat and cry
the killing grounds
dear mother, take me home, i sweat and cry for i have come here again
take me away? where have you gone?
the killing grounds
the pile of death
hopeless death that is violent and
my poor fragile eyes sweat and cry and
drip away
see those empty faces
of first kiss and polystyrene man
i reach for mothers hand
but i must linger in the mess of filth
December 11
please let me leave
i am losing
skin falls in drips
like cream or paint
and i must join the filth
no crying may save me.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
I am moving constantly, never stop,
And no matter what you have to decide,
I won’t wait for you; so understand that
I can be, or I can’t be, on your side.
In whatever manner you are wounded,
And are hurting inwards or outwards still,
You can reduce the wounds and heal yourself,
To help you ease away your pains, I will.
Along the way if you have loved and lost,
Feelings which you cannot cope anymore,
You can depend on me to set you free,
With the minutes and hours from my store.
I will be your faithful friendliest foe,
Or I will be a most unfaithful friend,
I am forever extremely precise,
Right from the Beginning until the End.
You can remember me from a clock’s chime,
I am cold and heartless, for I am TIME.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
In Wonder much your Sore Barrels invade
From Whirlycoxed Dames do Insure your Vote
Or Bribes the Fortunate Rascals evade
Saw no other Buttons to Press your Note
So Truth bends the very Patron decide
Carry on the Labours of your Booned Mass
Though Protests trim for another Subscribe
Let all Porned Bobbies allow you to Pass
That your Room - now a Museum convert
Never which Knowing which Prudent Tile step
Then again - as rugged as Granite your Shirt
Stain its Ghostly Essense on your Precept.
Would there be News? Doubt to my Knowledge based
My Cheques duly Crossed and left to Moons chased.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Once upon a time
There was a kaleidoscope of colors
But I only longed to see the white light
I was waiting for grace
Soon it was med-time before bed-time
And a bunch of pills under the mattress
And an insatiable *** drive
Coupled with a sweet tooth
Speak now or forever hold your vices
Dream of the wise men, the stars and the spices
The promises we keep even after death
As everything breaks down in a red bubble bath
Pillow fights and report cards
Off-white lab coats and crazy blondes
Only the end of the book knows best
Even God needed rest
Slit vertical and split the scars
Go and begin your journey to the stars
Sweat out your demons or pray that they beat you
Hope that the friendliest shark will eat you
Ride the wild horses into the darkness
Gaze at the twisted Mandela on the ceiling
Fight the minister in a wrestling match
Self-destruct once more, this time with feeling
My Pangaea ultima is falling apart
As the plate tectonics inside me collide
The craters on my skin outweigh the Grand Canyon
With nothing to lose, pain is a landslide
A chemical imbalance, a childhood trauma,
An improper diet, heterosexual drama-
It might seem dysfunctional at the end of it all
But some were meant to fly, I was meant to fall
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
April's flames made the friendliest fire,
although I feared they would
char and consume my life
and leave it but smoking cinders.
Friendly, fragile...
a single tear could put them all out.
April's flames shone brighter than the
sun.
They shed new light.
I could see things that
the shadows kept to themselves,
disguised as if some kind of treasure,
but the truth was that they were only
burdens.
April's flames lit two packs of cigarettes,
thirty-one thousand candles,
and a cozy fireplace
for thirty-one nights
where I would sit and rest knowing
the fire had not gone out.
I could feel it back then.
April's flames were lit in March
and snuffed abruptly in mid-May,
but if I have some lighter fuel
I'll rekindle them some August day.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 9:18 AM UTC
I am
a loving lover when love loves to love me.
I am
the friendliest friend any friend could find.
I am
interested in interesting things that only interesting people find interesting.
I am
aggressively angry at anger itself.
I am
dreadfully dependent on a double dose of my drug.
I am
secretly sad, and always holding a sad secret.
I am
painfully imperfect.
But,
I am
Me,
and Me is the best I will ever be.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC