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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again 
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*okay everyone, i know it's alittle late for a serious one, but i lost the original of this poem. i wrote in the 8th grade. and i've been trying to remember the jist of it. and the jist is there, along with better rhymes and more explanation. and there is no capitalization on purpose, so watch the punctuation! =) i hope y'all dig it.* -friends- you told me once, some time ago, that you gave up on life, 'cause it hated you. but we both agreed you should stay alive 'til you called me up late that night. you said that we die when it's our time. i guess your time made up your mind. i remember you staggering home those nights; random flings with faceless guys. selling your innocence to devils in disguise. it beats seein' a reflection with teary, black eyes. you were looking for any way to take flight; fast cars, hot clubs, or a mirror with lines. yes, i remember carrying you in some nights and praying you hadn't OD'd and died. i remember way back to the innocent times. we were three and had a sandbox and slide. and we cut ourselves with rusty nails to become "blood brothers" when we were five. at six, you hit you head on the curb because your left shoe was untied. at age eight, i remember; your first black eye. and when you were nine you ran away for the very first time. it all flashes back like yesterday. just like that, it ends today. all those times you pushed him away; his knuckles bled from making you stay. you call me up and through tears you say, "it's over now. i'm going away." "what do you mean?" "he beat me again. i just can't stay." "you need somewhere to sleep?" and you dropped the phone, to my dismay. there were no good-byes as you stepped away to the window ledge. to your judgement day. i pleaded and screamed into the phone. i'd never felt so damned alone. i can only imagine what happened next as you stepped across the building's edge. hands outstetched and chin held high. left shoe, like always, still untied. inhale deep. close your eyes. one step forward. let out a sigh. all that pain behind your eyes. you never let the world know why. the neglect, the abuse, all the hurt. the father's hand beneath you skirt. i wish i'd let others know what i knew. there's only so much a best friend can do. now you're here, six stories high. i thought you were stronger than suicide. i hope you that you're always smiling now; you'd only smile when i was around. may there be peace in your death; there was none in your life. you joined the world with a scream and left with a sigh.< !signature--> We all got somethin' we need to atone for. [This message has been edited by Ethan_Halo (edited 05-30-2000).] |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
Bless you sweetheart.... Big HUGS |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
thanks rainbow grl. i'm glad you liked it. =) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
you told me once, some time ago, that you gave up on life, 'cause it hated you. but we both agreed you should stay alive 'til you called me up late that night. you said that we die when it's our time. i guess your time made up your mind. i remember you staggering home those nights; random flings with faceless guys. selling your innocence to devils in disguise. it beats seein' a reflection with teary, black eyes. you were looking for any way to take flight; ------------ it all flashes back like yesterday. just like that, it ends today. all those times you pushed him away; his knuckles bled from making you stay. you call me up and through tears you say, "it's over now. i'm going away." ----------------- all that pain behind your eyes. you never let the world know why. the neglect, the abuse, all the hurt. the father's hand beneath you skirt. i wish i'd let others know what i knew. there's only so much a best friend can do. now you're here, six stories high. i thought you were stronger than suicide. i hope you that you're always smiling now; you'd only smile when i was around. may there be peace in your death; there was none in your life. you joined the world with a scream and left with a sigh. ----------------- I'm just simply gonna say that I love the way your write... and this poem. all other words seem unnecessary at the moment... not that I have any right now. later my poectic friend. jm There are places inside our souls ... that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts ... that need to be loved this much. ~Janet Marie~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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