daniel_1012 Posted November 14, 2005 Share Posted November 14, 2005 Much different style than the last... My Friend Every day in our own way We laugh at things we dare not say But it is those things that brings us back It brings us out to the same old shack The place where you were first a stranger Now placed out from present of danger Every day we worked with change We cope we deal we rearrange But nothing could prepare me for What the future had in store Our lives were things we played with daily Did not consider their eminent frailty The everyday way In ones own everyday strives And an everyday day In our everyday lives But we had fun in the things we've done Times we'd bleed to make us see Chaos was your liberty It's those things that make me laugh And it's those things that make me cry Things that they would try to graph But if they did, would you have died? It brings us back to crazy and daring Something we lacked from lack of caring The line we drew between was few And that I fear was the end of you We based our lives on fun and freedom We hoped not to collide with reason In those moments we felt alive When sink or swim we make the dive Never to be last in line But why is it you have to die? ~ ~ ~ My friend it's been a day or two Since I've even thought of you Since you up and went away To where I hope wait better days And things you left, I'll hold for you Things I pray, will find you soon You left your jacket at my house For weeks I guessed when I pulled it out The time you used it in the rain And said umbrellas were insane Red sleeves to long and collar blue The fabric that still smells of you The little things, which made sense to me The little things, no one else could see Your stack of outdated magazines With circled ads and colorings Your new cap that didn't fit so swell Now it holds my head quite well The times that we drove, just to drive Things of such, made us feel alive The times we went, a little too far In jokes we knew, weren't meant to scar And I thank you for the things you hold Still safe with you the things I told But most of all you left with me The burden of joys contradictory Things I'm left remembering Forever I am treasuring You've changed me exponentially Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Guest_serenitynow_* Posted November 14, 2005 Share Posted November 14, 2005 Did you write that? Though I see joy and love in many of the things that your faith tells you are sinful, putting myself back into the shoes of a believer, that is a beautiful poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A T Thunderbird Posted November 14, 2005 Share Posted November 14, 2005 God fearing indeed. I wish it included blood and destroyed towns by the order of God. Great poem by the way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Onyx Posted November 14, 2005 Share Posted November 14, 2005 Indeed, shut up and go, A T Thunderbird. I am you, remember? You are my satirical character. BTW, good poems, keep these up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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