Tuesday, December 20, 2011

My BFB. My partner in crime. 
At least - once upon a time.

And when you leave, 
You just don't know 
The grief it really put me through.

But leaving really's not enough, 
Communication cut too. 
I don't know what you're feeling, 
Really feeling, through and through.

Once upon a time there was
A pair that never parted
And now it seems that all we have is
As if it never started

But hey, I miss you,
I still love you,
It hurts to see you cry
Or sorrow or anything for that matter
Since I didn't say goodbye

At least I know that you will accept me
In one form or another.
Just know I still love you, and forever
If you can let me, please, just allow me.

And as for parting words from this post, 
I just have to write in prose.

Dear BFB,
I love you girl, always will, and I am so glad I did know you. I don't know if I know you, because I know that you've changed. All I want to know is if you still want me around - I'm trying, I don't want to let go, but if you want me out, just give me the word. I miss you and our gay monkey, Peggy.

--This post was brought to you by dryness and terrible poetry.--

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Parasite of Regret - A Pastiche of 'The Poison Tree'

As a child I started whole,

My inner self so pure and fair.

‘Till that winter dark and cold,

I left a loved one with no care.


Not until two months later,

Did I realize what I’d done.

Regret tore through me ever greater,

And ultimately it won.


This parasite I speak of,

Lasted until I had died.

I was emotionally drained,

Completely dead inside.


The pain, I hid deep inside me,

The parasite gnawing away,

Remorse took over – controlling,

My heart was not meant to stay.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Killed By Love

A heart loves
Some eyes cry
A girl loves
A boy lies

Her heart breaks
He won't care
His new girl
Is right there

He used her
She needs him
He feels fine
She hates him

Her soul's dead
He's not there

Killed by love...

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Overprotective.

I hate how you treat him.
He's not just yours.
The kid has friends who love him.
Maybe your kind is different, but it's love all the same.

A hug won't kill your relationship.

"If you laugh without me, GLARE"
"If you hug another girl, GLARE"
"If you do anything without me, DONE"
My god. That's one strange philosophy!

Just realize one thing,
For all our sake...
IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU.

Relization? Not yet.

I wish you just realized...
Your friends are fake.
The popular kids don't care,
Your friends are the ones who you love and know,
Who comfort you. Always.
You give nothing back, nothing for their sacrifice.
All you do is blow them off and move on to those popular kids.
Ya know, sometime try some real friends.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

To a friend...

The time when you were caring and kind
And made others happy just by being is gone
Being yourself was all we could ask for,
But where has that gone?

You left all your friends just for that girl,
Attached at the hip, but why?

Do you remember your friends?
The ones you loved?
The ones you could talk to no matter what the matter was?
Gone.
Obliterated,
For now.

Maybe you liked it, but you sure hurt others.
Your friends are hurt, are you hurt too?
We want to know where you've gone.
We all want you back.
We dearly love and miss you.