A friend needed a two minute poem for her voice class. So she came to me
My brother and I both wrote to this.
A torn soul seeking solitude, walks on the stones of his diluted feelings. Bending over to sip from the lake of life, he vainly gazes into the eyes of the water.
In the reflection he searches for the answers of it all.
He conforms to his dreams, he believes there is a life after are eyes close and our hearts seize to beat. The man in the reflection doesn't want to wait anymore. His hands are still warm from the presence of his lost companion.
His reflection stares back at him, with anger and sadness. He had found the needle in the haystack. But, he felt the needle wasn't sharp enough for him. So, after the adventure, the losses and the ups and downs, the man in the reflection threw the needle back in the haystack... and never saw it again.
He pounders, he thinks too often and his heart sends messages through his blood all the way to his brain. The man in the reflection cries, wondering if someone else found his needle, he's anxious. His chest tightens up with the thought of someone creating new memories with his needle.
The man in the reflection now understands what he has to do. He searches everywhere to find his needle. Looking through every haystack possible, he has no luck.
He falls to his knees trying the best he can not to accept reality... the needles gone. He opens up his heart and the feeling from it travles to his voical cords and he screams.
After many new days and sunsets, he goes to the lake of life and prays. He wishes for everything to be back to normal.
The man in the sky had nothing to say.
His shattered heart causes tears to fall from his eyes. He opens them hoping to see his needle, he looks down...
And all he see's is his reflection.
Writen by: Bun Bun & DeadleeMC
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Listening to those around me,
Not hearing what's really said.
...
They always want me to listen
They always want me to be that friend
Until it's their turn, to be in my head...
To be my friend...
To listen and give advise...
To wipe away my tears and ****ing hold MY hand!
Yet they shy away...
I almost let my tears show today...
Almost.
...
But no I shook it off because I was "needed"...
Needed to comfort my parents as their relationship falls apart,
Needed to mother my baby sister because my mother has given up
Needed to be the golden boy's biggest fan, even though he never reads what i write.
Needed to comfort my friends left and right!...
-One whom I loved and left but he's clinging on so tight.
He just recently trying to take his life...
he called me from the hosptial...
I talked to him until his phone died.
-One who has special needs,
he doesn't understand that he is constantly smothering me.
-One who is rotten to the core,
who can't help herself when she's in the mood to...
****, fight, steal, drink or pop pills.
She too just called me from the hospital,
her boy toy poped her a good one in the face...
knocked her out cold.
I know this has gone and turned into a rant...
But, this is all 100% true...
I'm not looking for pity, this is not a cry for help...
I have no idea how to end this...
That'll do pig... that'll do.
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Sep 9th, 2010 07:37 AM
I really am trying to correct my horrid spelling and grammar habits. 
Thank you thank you!
