Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Leks Jan 2014
alas my long lost friend
Alas..

(Deep breath)

I have not forgotten our conversations that streched in the darkness of our room and grabbed dreams as hot as the sun and as bright as the nebula of dying stars

I have not forgotten your comfort/advice within my addiction
I spent 365 days with you and gained insight every single second spent in your Presence

(Chuckles subtely)

Your parlance was weak but mine wasn't so we balanced out perfectly
Your profanity was like honey to my ears and mine, well, mine was incrypted silently within my laughters with you

I remember the day we spoke freely about our ambitions and hopes in life it was so beautiful that today my friend those words vaguely linger on my tongue as we were also young so our minds were like young hungry wolves out for their first hunt.
I loved it

We spoke until our sleep was in sync it intertwined so well that we sleept at the exact same time I was grateful that we were both silent/light sleepers as every sound through the window you valiantly probed me to open was of nature and the moon illuminated our room like our own star we rarely left our curtains open but when we did -- it was beautiful
I sometimes stayed awake to see the clock hit mid night just to soak it -- as my mind roamed free after mid night

Oh my friend..

How I miss our immature scenerios of how the world would end and the lustful rants about the girls/women we wish to devour on this god forsaken planet we call earth
The way we spoke about music as if we were there in the studios of the vast array of artists that we spoke about
Frank ocean
The Script
Flying Lotus
Red Hot Chili Peppers
And many others...
We talked and talked and talked and talked until the duty prefects grew slim of our horiddly loud rants you would take the blame, that way we both knew we wouldn't be punished as you were considered a fragment of gold for the school and I merely silver and silver is not nearly better then gold

(Chuckles wholely)

Our laughs coexisted like a melody only mozart could compose our inside jokes made people sick of our ability to laugh in complete silence by merely communicating through eye contact it was delightful/enlightening

Oh and your mind
You underestimated it to be honest. You were top twenty in the grade but your mind did not reflect this. For some reason I was the only one who could unlock the intellectual matter out of your vanity case (brain)
It made me feel special as at the time I was a minority and your companionship had me placed on a golden pedestal
I probed you about the effects of marijuana that you seemed so eager to explore but in my mind a dark shadow over my words grew as I knew the effect of marijuana on the first timer I knew I had to be in the prescence and high enough to not be consumed by it as marijuana was embedded in my vescular codes
...
There were times when I was high for a whole week and you didn't notice.
My eyes were blood shot but I'd usually use the excuse of being tired and you'd accept it quite humbly
Your friends became my friends
My friends became your friends
I feel like we started a revolution
You and I
As our peers did not coexist the way we made them to at the time
I did not tell you this as you would've probably thought I was high again

Oh my friend

You left nothing but nostalgia in my mind and lingering words/phrases you fervenly adored/abused, some even of my own
I embraced them.
I remember the hate I had for the smell of chlorine you brought into the room
I surpased that by remembering how bad you were at arguing as you walked in with a subtle smile and complete exhaustion in your eyes

I cowered into my books during study afraid to ask you for help as your focus could have intimidated einstein. I kept my doses of silence, lucky for me I had the privledge of listening to music so therefore my sanity was restored each 45 minute spent being confused

After study you became an animal probing me to join your adventures of havoc in the house I sometimes questioned how you were in the top 20 for academics but this was answered by remembering the greatest Philosophers that weren't sane at all not even in the little.

I was proud to call you my friend. Your pronounication of my nickname was incredible -- part of the reason to how it was infected into everyones vocabulary

Oh my friend whos name I shall not mention

I miss our vague chants of songs we merely heard in movies. Chants that made people feel vulnerible as your voice was completely horrid and mine exceptionaly melodic, the blend created a fine dose of old whisky
It was beautiful

(Sighs heavily)

But now my friend you are merely a fragment of nostalgia, a poem, a memory -- a lost memory
We are 365 days distant now and your reclusive persona makes me fear that our paths might not intertwine again.

Alas my old friend
Alas my lost friend

----

Leks
This is a poem to the universe
From a lost friend
REAL Nov 2013
laughing away
until am water

snowing
on me, and i was warm...


turned into snow
and traveled the sky's

fell on a tree
and sleept endlessly

until the moon
and sun kissed
achuthan Jun 2016
sabi,sleept
on her dainty bedding
lay clad in nothing.

beth, then wearing
but her creamy skin
found her sabi
stretched,on silky bed,
in her usual eagle-spread.

she soon started fondling,
creamy ***** of sabi
in a husky hollering.
sabi with her half-done eyelids
chanted sultry hymns
to her brewed up buds,
throbbing in her salty cranny,
unfurled into fleshy petals
to be slurped
from her dripping chocolate.

soon she climbed on nimble sabi
and veiled her ***** lips
that tremor in throes,
ans devoured her silky petals
like a baby ******* teats.

as she wrote poems with her tongue,
churning sabi's *****,shivering,
beth now milked and milked
her scented *****.

sabi gulped abd drank her musky honey
while she bucked and heaved
under her own sappy beth.

pushing supple fingers
into beth's trusted tulip,
sabi squirted load of jelly white
to wet and slake her randy throat

beth then cascaded
her *****-honey
into the gullible gullet
that sabi opened.

and with a long longing sigh
both of them
now fell in embrace
smearing ***** gush
on ***** and *****
Bluebird Dec 2014
i have spent too many nights
connecting marks on your back
you have dreamt of flickering lights
we sleept soundly,not knowing that the world is wracked.

we played soundly inside of our world
there we could be what ever we wanted to be
inside our games and innocence i was swirled
so the time you transformed into a woman, i didn't see

now i spend to many nights
trying to bring our time back
do you still dream of our flickering lights
and sleep soundly,now when you know the world outside is wracked?
Blue Jan 18
i should probably not do this while ur asleep
******* move
specially while ur also going through things
i dont wanna sound like a ***** for complaining
and i really need to get it out
ill prob delete this in like an hour or so
if im still awake that is
idk

things havent really been getting better
its probably the lack of sunlight and the fact i have blackout windows
but im just. not getting better
and i feel bad because i Should be getting better
its January already for ***** sake
i ran out of excuses for the seasonal depression
i still lay in bed until two pm i still dont have motivation to do anything i still zone out for hours just staring at nothing wasting time and i just
i dont think im getting better
which is kind of hypocritical to be fair
like logically
i should be better right
i feel like im just doing it for attention at this point
but i dont even tell anyone about it because i dont want them to worry
but its still for attention just like
in a redundant way

in the way you trip yourself because you want your mom to hug you instead of just asking for it
i feel like my life is just. constantly tripping myself in hopes someone helps me up
but i dont even make a sound when i trip i just lay there on the floor
not even asking for help
and if someone stops i just go
‘oh no dont worry im okay’
and then feel upset they didnt notice
like

thats the most selfish ******* thing anyone can do right
refusing help when you clearly ask for it
make yourself the wounded animal
in hopes someone notices
and when they do you feel so bad about it
that you refuse the help
and then get mad when they
take that as an answer

idk
im tried
im so sosososo tired
probably due to lack of sleep
i havent sleept an actual whole night
in weeks

i dont even know
**** this
im deleting this
sorry for the notifications

— The End —