A poem I wrote for a good friend.
This is a poem I wrote for a friend of mine as a sort of reminiscent(?) act for her.
For privacy, I’ve replaced her name with the word “buddy”.
Cheers.
- I know, I know, this is your natural reaction.
- Maybe to help calm your nerves, we can go fishing.
- And then you can go hiking in the forest.
- While I dance to the tune of life’s bittersweet symphony.
- So you wonder to yourself: should I go chasing or kiting?
- You decide to avoid either, and instead decide to try out surfing.
- Where would one be after all, without the wonderful sea?
- Personally, I’d prefer exploring the galaxies.
- Deciding to outdo me, you take to parties.
- How lively you seem to be, buddy, at these formal parties.
- These lovely, silly parties.
- But it seems you’ve become the waitress.
- I suppose it’s ideal you’re ageless, otherwise the only feeling indeed you’d be feeling for me is a sort of hatred.
- I guess I can try my hand at scaring little babies.
- All I’ve got to do is repeat the number 50.
- Scaring 50 little babies.
- I kid of course, if love is what you desire, I care not to inquire.
- Just remember to calm the fire, or it dare burn brighter and brighter, consuming all that ever once transpired.
- Besides I’d much rather have my own private jet.
- Ignoring my reply, you turn to yourself.
- Never let yourself down, that’s what the mind is for.
- So take all the jewels you own, for soon we will end up being ninety.
- Take them, take them all.
- What is the purpose you ask, of this bloated charade?
- Have I no refuge, is there no ending to this stupid game?
- This time, I turn to myself, and I say.
- I say.
- I say absolutely nothing at all.
- There’s just a smile with a nod.
- The game after all has just begun.
- You want to throw up after the cliche, ease the growing pain.
- “Don’t fight it, don’t.“, I say.
- “Don’t fight it, you say?“, you say.
- “No.
- For if you do, the pain will never go away.
- One must after all cleanse the body to cleanse the brain.”
- “You think you know everything, do you – you might as well study tooth decay!”
- “You have a point, dear buddy of mine, but as I’ve mentioned before, I’d rather be exploring on my private jet the vastly multiple planets of our vastly wonderful Milky Way!”
- At this point, I’ve come to understand finally the entire reasoning behind this short lived school day.
- I’ve come to comfort a friend, help her out in any way.
- 50 lines for 50 crimes.
- Buddy, can you read between the lines?
- But the point is, silly, that wherever I decide to go, I’ll be venturing along with you in my imagination too.
- I know, I know, this is your natural reaction.
- But just relax and instead…. breathe.
- Breathe for the birds and bees.
- Breathe for him (if you must).
- Breathe for friendship.
- But breathe.
- 50 lines for 50 crimes…
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Last updated on May 12th, 2020