poems by a friend

so my uhm friend wrote these
hope you enjoy them

ships,sailors, and saviors
Her smile faded
Like the sinking of ships I've seen in movies
Or the overhead departure of airplanes into clouds
But above it all it depicted us
And the small void we once filled
Her marred teeth now yellow from the tobacco
That stained her adolescent years of smell and social importance
Now all just incomprehensible and useless to her wheezing
Cancer had set in
And I was sure of any she would succumb to it one way or another

It had been almost seventy years since I last saw her
Gleaming hair
Radiating under the hot football stadium lights
Saturated with the smell of remorse and absence of mind
She was still gone
Reminiscing on why clocks ticked the way they did
How many years it exactly took for a ball of spacious gas to form a star
Or even the reasons she handled men the way she did
Still.
She gave a sigh of anticipated relief
Totally unaware of whom I was
Dancing with me on the ponds edge
Cross legged on the carpet munching banana chips
That debatably, made us laugh at their exaggerated pleasure
Or the fact neither of us liked them but ate on.

She was there, with me
In between the space-time continuum she marveled now
Beside the alarm clock radios that woke us in mornings
Inside the sand traps we so frequently occupied
That left behind only shallow imprints of jostled elbows
Or straddled knees
"She was the still point of the turning world"
And perhaps I sought to revolve it
Hoping to catch a glimpse, a flash, of bold new adventure
But I didn't, and that was the last time we shared
The occasional bump in's at parties
Unexplainable letters scribbled with urgency
Pictures forever ensued on our phones, yearbooks and minds

When she was wheeled away I watched
Knowing she would not turn around to watch me as she was scuttled down the corridor
Or even the fact that she couldn't of if she had wanted to
She was still there
Presence lingering like it had so many nights before
Her scents still arousing like her curvy figure of seventeen
She had had me then
Just as much as she had me now
"She was the still point of the turning world"
And perhaps I should have seen it.


Beneath their uniforms lie conformity, beneath conformity lies me.
The match ignited, as the band struck up
Their clash of symbols to back up the clashing of titans
Too padded and proud to know what even hit'em
She wore a shirt of blue, a blue to match the rest of them
A blue to shake the skies, along with the stands
But this was no ordinary blue,
This was her blue, and she used it to its full advantage.


She gave short, breathless answers
And small quaint gestures, to oppose the others thoughts
And did they think her a beauty?
Swept so easily off her feet, and put so quickly to bed
And if so should the answer be as quick?
This gave fascination, it gave triumph, and even more so in it, if victorious
What a game, what a girl
But then again who would be applicable enough to confront her but the winning,
The undeniably glorious and the swift.

The saviors, the saints
And as they came marching in, so did she
Her raven hair so light in its figure
Her eyes so bright in those hot stadium lights
And would the stars be altered this night?
Would the world revolve around us in infinite time?
Of course not, and the stars did not have to tell him this
This was no planetary alignment
No solar eclipsed skies luck
This was life
And thus he felt its cold breeze blow through his brown hair
As he quickly and quietly exited the stands.


And how quickly and shamefully ignorance arises
Fast and hollow
The words stung swiftly as though blown by the wind
Whipping and wavering
Flowing quickly and rapidly, attacking my head
Shame, shame
A sham of a disguise found so obtuse by me
Was to easily revealed and I blamed for it
"Now unsheathe your sword, and withdraw your mask
I want to see the light leave your eyes as I condemn you"
Such grinning and triumph over nothing
Such denial and insecurity unto himself
And aren't we all in it
His personality
And his good graces
To bow down a and kiss a foot I yet have not witnessed
To reveal weakness and be struck down only by ourselves
Fast and hollow
The air in the room grew crisp and tight with inflammation
Whipping and wavering
Were the gasps of fellow believers deceived eagerly by my outburst
Shame, shame
A sham of a disguise pulled so tightly over bound eyes
That not even one of those lies
Will end up saving your very life
And in my false convictions Death came
Fast and hollow
Whipping and wavering
And when the last strands of my being were left alive
What a shame, what a shame, what a sham

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wow..

these poems are absolutely amazing
i'm so blown away by the beauty of every word used
my poems suck so much compared to these.
wow.

EmptyHorizon wrote: wow..

these poems are absolutely amazing
i'm so blown away by the beauty of every word used
my poems suck so much compared to these.
wow.

no poem sucks when it comes from your heart,
I'm sure they're good 2

ToXiC sOuL wrote:

EmptyHorizon wrote: wow..

these poems are absolutely amazing
i'm so blown away by the beauty of every word used
my poems suck so much compared to these.
wow.

no poem sucks when it comes from your heart,
I'm sure they're good 2

well said i guess i'd have to agree on that.

wow.

i absolutely love them..
theyre all good. i like them a lot because, theyre written in the way a person thinks. and when you read them they are easy to understand if you have attention to detail. i really love it. this was obviously written from the heart after going through some deep thinking. theyre beautiful. honestly.

i love the first one, because i am a person who is afraid of old age, and it really makes me think about it. it makes me relate to it. and makes me think maybe its not sooo bad, like i think it is. that maybe even though you dont look 25 or younger, that the people around you that love you will ALWAYS love you and be there for you. even with all the imperfection in your body and mind, it cant detour the love people can share.


the second one was nice, a lot of visuality. it made me think of how girls sometimes dont go into things they really want to do because it will effect the way they look physically or mentally to other people. i feel the girl in this poem overcoming something inside herself during, not surprisingly, an important event in which she has to put her own effort and devotion to something she wants in life. something she wants to achieve. and she decides she doesnt care if people think this, or people think that. as long as she gets where she wants to go, shes willing to go full out on it.

the third one is my favorite. i had to read it about 7 times, no kidding. for one, this is the one i relate to most, not in what the message is; tho it is clear to me, but in how it is written. the way it is written is the way people think, and i thought it was a really bold and admirable move to put down such raw feelings. i like it a lot.
in the way of its message, i am totally loving it..
every word that was said that was decribing feeling? i FELT those feelings. all the thoughts that person was having? i could see those thoughts. and the imagery here...i can see it all. right in front of me, like a movie.
the point in this message is also very important and expresses a lot about their views on religion, and they are SO TRUE. and im sure so many people have thought about the same things.
its written beautifully, and its INTENSE. it got my heart pumping making me want to read more..i love that.

i want to see more of this person.
whoever your friend is. they need to get paid. lol

xxx

tesstragedy wrote: wow.

i absolutely love them..
theyre all good. i like them a lot because, theyre written in the way a person thinks. and when you read them they are easy to understand if you have attention to detail. i really love it. this was obviously written from the heart after going through some deep thinking. theyre beautiful. honestly.

i love the first one, because i am a person who is afraid of old age, and it really makes me think about it. it makes me relate to it. and makes me think maybe its not sooo bad, like i think it is. that maybe even though you dont look 25 or younger, that the people around you that love you will ALWAYS love you and be there for you. even with all the imperfection in your body and mind, it cant detour the love people can share.


Tess nearly say all i wanted to say so i will sip the long comments part.Your friend has got talent!I wish i could write like that

the second one was nice, a lot of visuality. it made me think of how girls sometimes dont go into things they really want to do because it will effect the way they look physically or mentally to other people. i feel the girl in this poem overcoming something inside herself during, not surprisingly, an important event in which she has to put her own effort and devotion to something she wants in life. something she wants to achieve. and she decides she doesnt care if people think this, or people think that. as long as she gets where she wants to go, shes willing to go full out on it.

the third one is my favorite. i had to read it about 7 times, no kidding. for one, this is the one i relate to most, not in what the message is; tho it is clear to me, but in how it is written. the way it is written is the way people think, and i thought it was a really bold and admirable move to put down such raw feelings. i like it a lot.
in the way of its message, i am totally loving it..
every word that was said that was decribing feeling? i FELT those feelings. all the thoughts that person was having? i could see those thoughts. and the imagery here...i can see it all. right in front of me, like a movie.
the point in this message is also very important and expresses a lot about their views on religion, and they are SO TRUE. and im sure so many people have thought about the same things.
its written beautifully, and its INTENSE. it got my heart pumping making me want to read more..i love that.

i want to see more of this person.
whoever your friend is. they need to get paid. lol

xxx

i'm glad you like them :]
he is an amazing artist, able to write songs, sing, scream, and play guitar. too bad he is a jerk and hates me. oh well. i'll post more of his stuff later

EmptyHorizon wrote:

ToXiC sOuL wrote:

EmptyHorizon wrote: wow..

these poems are absolutely amazing
i'm so blown away by the beauty of every word used
my poems suck so much compared to these.
wow.

no poem sucks when it comes from your heart,
I'm sure they're good 2

well said i guess i'd have to agree on that.

u sould show some of your own stuff, then, I'll give u my
opinion,