When studying the likes of Emily Dickinson or Sylvia Plath's poetry, one thing that could be easily identified in their sentences was the problem. They were sad inside, about what though? Inadequacy? Unrequited love? Fear of total neutrality? It's amazing how some one's pain makes them famous if they find the right words to explain it to the world.
So that's where I got my idea. I faced a horrible situation in my life that really did have a major impact on everything that I lived to know: the loss of a very close friend. Friendship is one of the most beautiful things in life, in my opinion. It's a bond that can exist between two completely different people with completely separate norms and cultures, coming from completely different places in society. But the deterioration of a friendship is one of the most difficult things that a person, no matter what age they are, has to endure. Dedications do exist, but I do not intend to make them public.
8/8/2013
And when the day did come..
You were yet another in the crowd.
Your hair loose, your posture tilted
Against the warm air around.
We did not speak at once,
For your name was only one to guess.
Your voice soft to my ears
Your face as bright as day.
And when the day did come..
Your eyes were faded, blue.
Your giggles never to run out.
For your words had come out, even.
Your actions were ones to love.
The time well spent, all mine.
Pictures for my books.
Letters from another self.
And when the day did come..
That a man took hold of your hand:
And pulled you away to a place,
Where I became no one to -.
Your face had fallen down,
Your eyes kept closing, slow.
No words came from your mouth.
And we were just no more.
And when the day did come..
When I felt a deep, hard loss.
The pain came down above,
My cheeks with warm, wet salt.
Your face, clear in my mind,
And name, choked in my throat.
Nothing left inside..
You took the whole damn lot!
And when the day did come..
When I caught you looking at.
Heart; pounding in my chest,
And breathing all too fast.
No words came from my mouth,
Or movements from my hands.
My feet done all I could.
Acceptance was the need.
So that's where I got my idea. I faced a horrible situation in my life that really did have a major impact on everything that I lived to know: the loss of a very close friend. Friendship is one of the most beautiful things in life, in my opinion. It's a bond that can exist between two completely different people with completely separate norms and cultures, coming from completely different places in society. But the deterioration of a friendship is one of the most difficult things that a person, no matter what age they are, has to endure. Dedications do exist, but I do not intend to make them public.
And when the day did come..
And when the day did come..
You were yet another in the crowd.
Your hair loose, your posture tilted
Against the warm air around.
We did not speak at once,
For your name was only one to guess.
Your voice soft to my ears
Your face as bright as day.
And when the day did come..
Your eyes were faded, blue.
Your giggles never to run out.
For your words had come out, even.
Your actions were ones to love.
The time well spent, all mine.
Pictures for my books.
Letters from another self.
And when the day did come..
That a man took hold of your hand:
And pulled you away to a place,
Where I became no one to -.
Your face had fallen down,
Your eyes kept closing, slow.
No words came from your mouth.
And we were just no more.
And when the day did come..
When I felt a deep, hard loss.
The pain came down above,
My cheeks with warm, wet salt.
Your face, clear in my mind,
And name, choked in my throat.
Nothing left inside..
You took the whole damn lot!
And when the day did come..
When I caught you looking at.
Heart; pounding in my chest,
And breathing all too fast.
No words came from my mouth,
Or movements from my hands.
My feet done all I could.
Acceptance was the need.
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