I had a thread for my writing months ago, but it died a horrible death. I've recently gotten back into writing poems and such, so I thought I'd make a new thread. Don't mind the title. Titles were never my thing.

This one's about something I recently went through. Story of a real friendship.

Once We were Strangers

One day,
We are strangers.
The next,
We are the best of friends.

How can life progress as such,
With strangers and friends switching places ever so much?
But here I am,
A thing of proof,
And today I stand here,
Knowing you.

I want to tell a story,
But I just don’t know how,
Everything I say
Comes out metaphorical right now.

But it needs to be known,
The story of a friend,
A person who will be there for you, time and time again.

It is a journey that is never told,
Overshadowed by love,
And hidden fears of old.

Walking, just walking, is enough.
One comment can trigger a never-ending trust.
Heavy footfall,
Or lightly taken steps,
Just walking is enough.

Talking, just talking,
Is what soon forces a laugh,
And then you know that just walking isn’t your path.
Talking, just talking, forces a laugh.

And then you’re here, and there.
In a coffee shop,
Talking on the phone hours nonstop,
About things you could never confide,
In people it was possible to drop.
And then you’re here and there.

But all rope wears with time,
And you will start to feel you aren’t even worth a dime.
And loosen it will,
With a sureness that drives you insane enough to kill,
Until it finally snaps,
Because all rope wears with time.

And then you are left,
Silent,
Confused,
And alone,
Until the day you finally get a call on the phone,
They are at home alone,
And wanted to once again feel,
The bond they once held so dear.
You have not been left.

But you cannot make something as good as new,
When it’s been battered and broken by the things you do.
But that doesn’t mean it has to wither away,
It can be mended in such a way,
That you are not lonely,
But you are not always,
Here and there,
Because you cannot make something as good as new.

So we go about our daily lives,
Apart and yet together,
Walking just walking,
Talking, just talking,
Holding on this rope of friendship,
That was once coiled in a place unknown-
For once we were strangers.

And, this next one's kind of on crack. I got bored earlier and decided to write a poem solely from people's MSN names. It's not supposed to make sense. It's just supposed to be a random read. See if you can spot a reference to yourself! =O


In Mourning

The smell of candy is in the air,
It remains there, dead.
And on her steel throne,
The Seraph drinks chicken soup.

The prince laments about his cherished memories,
While a broken down soul reaches his last torn page.

For there are many worlds, but they all share the same sky. One sky-
One Gamer.
And I beg of you,
Please tell me what we have is real.
I don’t want to be left to the wolves.

We cheer at Latin,
A friend home for good,
And a purposefully misspelled word.

All he wanted to do was show him his cannons,
But all she could do was write herself a note.
I broke her nose…
But he is my buddy.

YES!
Bake a cake.

More to come. Don't want to bore everyone too fast... >_>