Eternal Friendship

Friends are the jewels of the earth
For the real treasure
We all seek
Is to be understood
And cared for by another

With endless conversations
And cups of tea
There’s a longing
A sense of peace
That comes from good company

As the day rolls on
We talk and feel life through
Laughing at the situations
That seek to destroy us

There’s a beauty
In mutual bonding
And learning
And laughing
At life’s trouble;
It’s just me and you
Lost in our little bubble

When feeling blue
Unearthed, deadbeat
They give you a new perspective
to set you on your feet

Friendship is priceless
Connections
Communications
More tea, cake and understanding

By text, by mail
By spoken word
They reach over continents
Villages, cities and towns
To make themselves heard

To lend a hand
When feeling low
Or losing hope
They give their free support
The kind of which
Can never be bought

Days, weeks, months and years
Pass by in the blink of an eye
No need for an explanation, reason or why
They are there for you
No matter how life changes

A true friend
Always caring
Always the same inside
Getting to know you a little better
Than they did the last time
They read your letter

Never tiring of your company
A spirit so pure
You may not find all the answers
But will laugh, and talk and share
So together, we’ll find the cure

Digging deep into the human soul
Excavating feelings
Working through emotional episodes
To find peace in the present moment
And in each other
At the end of the day
That is friendship’s truest goal

Be they brother, mother, sister or lover
Friends come in many shapes and guises
For what it’s worth
A true friend means more to me
Than all the jewels of the earth.

Someday

Maybe someone will notice me.
In the way I want.
Someday someone will notice me,
More than naught.
Maybe I won’t feel lonely,
Inside my shell,
Someday I won’t feel lonely,
Inside my hell.
Maybe I will die,
By my own hand,
Someday I will die,
Don’t you understand?
Maybe it will get better,
Than it is today,
Someday it will get better
Or so they say.
Maybe I won’t get bad,
Like I was before,
Someday I won’t get,
A face in the door.
Maybe someday starts today.
Where I will feel well
Someday…maybe
I’ll escape Hell.

Someday (Maybe)

You tell me,
no you ask me
for all the poems that I have written. 
The truth is though, 
I can’t and I won’t show you. 
For all the poems I have ever written
or the amount of countless words I have jotted down,
they all pale in comparison 
to who you are
and what you stand for.
They could never express
the beauty that you are. 
The personality that you’ve become. 
So yes while you tell me you want to see them,
I could never allow it,
because my words are unworthy for your eyes and my poems are unworthy for your mind.

Behind The Masks

Note: This has a lot to do with pattern that I have observed in recent time with people around me and has no connection to my fragile soul.

Masks I have many, masks to hide behind. 
Masks to hide the bitter truths, masks that make you blind. 

Masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them is “me,” 
For pretending is an art that is second nature to me. 

True, I give an impression that I am all secure, 
That everything is sunny with me, and life a vibgyor. 

But please don’t believe me, oh please help me find, 
Find the truth beneath the lies, find the face behind. 

I need your hand, even when I say it’s the last thing I want. 
Need you to say those soothing words when silence is all I flaunt. 

So when it’s the same old, phony, rubbish song I am playing….
Just try to hear those words that I am not saying.