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As some of you may or may not know, I recently graduated in June. While that's not necessarily recent, my moving is. I just moved into my new house in Virginia, and already I am preparing to move to Maryland with my mom, and then to a place called Job Corps. It's a fake college so I can get skills for Culinary Arts. However, they'll give me a degree and I wouldn't really need to go to college, but I've seen people go to college multiple times, so it'll all work out.

 

In this time it may seem that I have neglected my friends by not calling them or whatever, particularly my friends whom I know personally have joined the Pen. Basically, Pip, Lynne, Merry, and a few others. My other friends i have stayed in touch with because they graduated too, so they are at home during the day and I ant call my other friends because the only phone is downstairs and i don' like to talk to my friends around my family. I can't say what I want, ya know? So, I figured i'd conjure up a poem or so, and hopefully all of my Pen-dwelling friends will read it, even if they have taken a vacation from the site temporarily, for one reason or another... Here goes...

 

What is it that I miss?

It all seemed perpetual...

The past can't be over,

I have too much to just leave it behind...

My best years were with them,

The casual gossip and misadventures,

All of it spent with my friends,

My other family.

It can't end just because time says so...

People say that friends come and go,

That they all get left behind someday.

To me... that is conformity.

The best people in your life,

Are only left behind if you choose to leave them.

How is it that you can miss what never left?

How is it that they seem far away when

I could still see them?

I think... time... no,

Life is trying to tear them from me.

"You have to move on."

"Sacrifices must be made."

"Success is the key to happiness."

It's conformist lies...

I like... I love my friends like family

Because they refuse to conform.

They think outside the box... like me.

Happiness does not lie in money.

Popularity does not produce true friendship.

True friends are there to the end...

Who would I be if I moved on with my life,

Neglecting everyone I ever cared about,

Everyone I spent my life trying to find thus far?

It's because of them that I do give a damn...

I remember who I was... without them.

My life was nothing but confusion and evil...

What is it that I miss?

My friends... my real family.

 

>'^_^< Hee hee... I hope that makes sense. Here's to you all out there... >^_^'<

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-sniffs- We miss you too...

 

-shakes herself from a rather irritating meloncholy nostalgic mind set- Great poemy thing, I know exactly what you mean...

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