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This stranger in the street, was yesterday my friend.
Compose a poem which uses this line, or draws inspiration from it.
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the next day on the news
we will hear about the bus crash in california
we will not know of the mother who hugged her baby to her chest
the old couple that kissed for the last time
the young man that kept his eyes wide open
the small girl that flew into the window
we will see the numbers
and our day will carry on just a bit more dampered....
This stranger in the street
Was yesterday my friend.
Wait, no.
Not yesterday.
When was the last time I called her a friend?
Was it when she first betrayed me?
Or did we truly make up since then,
Only to collapse again?
Was it when she hijacked my body,
My mind?
Was it when she invited herself in,
Took over my actions,
And convinced everyone she was still me?
I’m not sure.
I don’t know when I start...
In each farewell, I pledge to keep the pain at bay,
But with each turn, another friend slips away.
I caution others: I'm not always easy to love,
Yet they promise to stay, but I know they won’t.
True ache lies in mourning someone still alive,
Each best friend, past or present, holds a special place.
Be it a lesson learned or a cherished memory,
I don't regret a single moment; they've impacted me...
Yesterday was simple
Even if it did not seem to be
Though last night I shuddered in my bed
Alone from sunset ‘til the moon did sleep
You didn’t want to chase me longer
And though I didn’t want to run
I didn’t realize hunting for Us
Would have been my greatest fun
I see the strangest, normal things
And think of you and I
And though you’re here, you are not near
I hurt you, yet I cry
I see you in...
Same me changed she moving through this life
Familiar me changed she we led separate lives
Growing and changing and exploring inside the box
Same me fortunate she in an alley by the school
Not me but fortunate she succeeded as expected
Hurting and crying and pain rattled my soul
Same me ukulele as she strummed on an ornate harp
Lonely me not so much she decked in her diamonds and finery
Abando...
We had our inside jokes and secret handshake.
Late nights communicating via Walkie-Talkie
about what life will be like when we grow up.
We had no idea what was waiting up ahead.
Although, maybe she did because
this stranger in the street,
was yesterday my friend.
We pass each other without saying a word
Without a second glance back
Because we hurt
and we broke what can not be mended.
Things wer...
When the time comes
I must turn my back
From the infection of the wayward chum
The broken trust of integrity
And fiendish acts of antagonists
Truth that liberates
Where the rot has settled in
From a knowing only intuition brings
My friend is friend no more
When the time comes
I’m assured
This is no place for me...
My pace increases
My gaze flits to the ground
I see him turn the corner
He’s coming towards me now
His eyes look straight ahead, right through me
His charming grin, I wish, was aimed at me
And though I try reluctantly to avoid his gaze
I hope, I pray, it finds me all the same
My heart pounds with worry
It aches with anxious pain
His eyes darken once they see me
His happy smile fades
I feel the ...
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