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For Absent Friends...

For Absent Friends...

When I'm sad, she comes to me, with a thousand smiles, she gives to me free. It's alright, It's alright, she says, take anything you want from me... 

Death is an odd thing. Sometimes I feel like we should celebrate the passing of souls, and this life, because it harbors so much pain, yet we fear what we don't understand, and no one understands death yet. 
Sometimes I look so forward to it, but as crazy as this life seems, sometimes It shows you an incredible light that overshadows even the deepest darkness, and you take a step back from the ledge. 

Sorry to ramble, no one cares(maybe one person), but this one is about that elusive subject of death, about someone who died young, which is hard to understand, and the regrets(even as children) that we can harbor for not telling that person what you really thought about them. Time doesn't heal all wounds, it merely puts them farther back in your memory, so they don't hurt so openly anymore, but scar your soul. RIP Kathleen. We were only kids, but you were a sweet girl, and are still missed by someone, because of your innocence, and your grace. 
Sometimes I wonder why the atrocities, and unfairness of life bother some more than others, but I recently met someone who's a lot like me in this way, and through her, I figured it out. Some people have more of God in them...she has the most I've ever seen, and I hope She is not too burdened, and gets all the wishes she's ever had in this life. M. 
 

I look across the crowded room, 
And wonder why the seeds don't bloom 
Have all the children gone away, 
On this lamenting, fateful day?

The teacher looks as though she'll cry, 
And dew bespeckles every eye 
Words, they fall as black as night 
In reverence to her grievous flight 

And as the teardrops cascade down 
The sounds of silence storm the town 
And green is but the hurt we see 
In sorrow for our dream's debris 

As memories of a youth well spent, 
We'd write our names in wet cement 
Now, as we sing in mournful tone, 
He carves a date in ornate stone 

We gathered at the signpost there, 
A wisp of incense in her hair, 
Then traveled down the cobbled path, 
Of death's malicious aftermath 

I'm sorry for the days we spent, 
In childlike fits of detriment 
I'm sorry for the shortened words, 
That crushed a heart as mindless herds 
I'm sorry that my final note, 
The words that stuck within my throat, 
Were not the ones I longed to say...
I worshipped you in every way 

Please take me back to times of youth, 
When we could only speak the truth 
And let the children play anew, 
So I can praise the grace of you. 

The End(thank God!). 
 

When one kind word meant more to me than all the love in paradise. - A.P. 
Thank you. 

 

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A Lonely Journey

Hi Matt, Parrotlegg. 
Where's that darn 'DISLIKE' button??!! 
Anyway, that stunk. 
However, I wanted to ask you, is that the extra strength version of your Snoreads sleep enhancement pill? I dozed like a baby after reading your verbose introduction, and then slept for many more hours after the body of the poem! It works great! 
Anyway, you stink. 
Thanks, 
Legg III. 

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Cherie Leigh

Dear Matthew.....Ignore Parrtolegg....He is an arrogant *****!  (Something very bad...lol)  This is so sad and heartbreaking.  I am sorry for the loss of a special childhood friend, Kathleen.  I am sure in the time she was here,  you were someone that made a difference in her life.  In our youth, we think we have forever to figure everything out, and sometimes we do not get that chance.  I lost my best friend in the world who was my childhood friend too, Brian, two years ago to an unexpected heart attack.  It devastated me...I still miss him and wonder why this happened.  We were suppose to grow old together.  He was the one true friend I had that knew me so much.  We can feel so alone in our sorrows and feel a cruel weight from the world.  Knowing how tender-hearted and loving you are, I feel sure your childhood friend knew you cared about her and would not want you to have regrets.  I believe that however little or long we have people in our lives, that there is a reason for it and an impact in how we live forward....I am sorry for such a feeling of loss and pain.  This really touched me. 

Love n Hugs, Cherie/Cheerie ;)

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A Lonely Journey

Hey Cheerie, 
Thank you so much! You're too sweet. Perhaps you're blinded by my strikingly good looks to see what a horrific poet I am, as my comment page is starting to have loud, cricket sounds when I bring them up. LOL. I don't care though, I enjoy hearing from you, so thank you very much for commenting, and putting up with my silliness(I think I annoy everyone else. It's just fun though. If we take ourselves too seriously, we'll be a big mass of Mr. Spock's. Although I do like Spock...but he doesn't joke around too much. If we don't joke around though, we'll just cry). 
Anyway, I'm so sorry about your friend. I know he must have been a wonderful person, because he saw the amazingness of you. I'm so sorry. 
I don't know why I started of thinking about the person in the poem. My mind rambles so much(and usually toward sad things), that I'm often reminded of things that have hurt me deeply. You're probably the same, because you have a lot of God in you, and things would seem to affect you deeply. 
That's true about youth. I like the innocence of youth. I'm a bit Holden Caufield-ish, I suppose, and adults sometimes bother me. At least she wasn't exposed to the sometimes terrible world of adulthood, and hopefully, she's playing tag up in heaven with all the other kids. 
Thanks for being sweet. 
L&H, 
Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Awwww I feel your emotion :( Brilliant!!!

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A Lonely Journey

Thank you so much, Jill. I really appreciate it. 
I don't know about brilliant...but maybe brill(??), if I knew what that meant. lol. 
M. 

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Jill Tait

Haha means Brilliant too 🤣💙

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A Lonely Journey

Thank you! My English is almost as bad as my...English...??? 
You're fun! 
Thanks. 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Teehee Im Northumbrian so English but in Scottish borders x

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Marion Price

I love your work Mathew, you express emotion perfectly. Powerful and beautiful 💕

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A Lonely Journey

Thank you so much, Marion! Yay! I've only got 2 people who like my work, so I really appreciate it! Now I've got 3, and another wonderful writer, so I'm thrilled! 
Thank you, thank you, thiank you(I'm not going back to fix that!), 
Matthew. 

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Marion Price

Lol...you seem like a great guy Mathew, your personality shines through in your comments. You are very talented I think and it doesn't mean you only got 3 fans, it just means people come on here so randomly a lot of work gets missed. I don't get many comments but the pleasure is in the writing. I miss so many great pieces of work myself ....keep writing, 😊😊😊

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