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Friends

(Yes, my writey this. It was after a friend whom I fought with. I feel so bad now just thinking about it.)

I'm lookin' 'round and 'round
But I still can't find it
Everywhere they are hidden
Everywhere they are found
Each one is special and beautiful in it's own way.
What am I talking about?
I'm talking about friends.

Everyone wants them
But there are few who are so used to having friends,
They mistreat them.

I don't want to be one of the few,
No, I rather be one of the few who keep close friends
And try to always make newer ones.
No matter how differnt

Uniqeness has a price to pay
Differnces lead to arguements
Fights, debates, yelling, and such
That's just too much for my ears
After listening to a bunch of close friends fight
It ain't no fun being in the middle

Friends can be smart,
stupid, strong, weak
independant, dependant
Either way, they either are arragont
And like to stick to only their ideas
or are submissive
and just listen to others not trying to let out their voice.

Yeah, I know
I'm a proud arrogant fool
I'm a person who likes to act like I am,
Think like I do, act like I do
And I have my own logic as well.

I'm no smarto
Nor an idiot
Just a fool with friends whom she sometimes forgets,
That people are differnt at times
That's what makes me a fool.
Because I fight to feel something

This poem was deticated to Kiru.
Stop hating people
Only ideas such as stereotypes. ^^

I did not make this, but I love it still.

The Loop In The Loop.

Time stops for no one, not even the high and mighty gods.
I can clearly see your ending and final time, fairly
And you can see my end just as well, fairly
Horridly, our times love to jump alot.
When our hands enter the #12.
The end of the cycle,
It means you died.
Like reading,
This very poem here.
Can make your time speed up.
But time likes to and continues to move
On and on. Onward and Onward. Only forward.
Time jumps to the start the cycle again and again.
But alas, this trick grows very much old, and tires us so.
So beware, and behold, my beautiful moon, who likes you.
For this very cresent will be the end and the last of your time.
For the watches who had jumped too many times, and pester me.
I will bring the end and the last with my beautiful red moon, who likes you.

There is plenty of room for time.
But not enough to hold it itself.
Enjoy your little time on Mother.
For she will rejoice once more.
To have her children back to her.

Tape.

An OK Friend Stays With You,
Till You Part On That Road.
You Usually Don't See The Same Person,
If You Ever Meet Again That Is.
Then You Aren't As Close,
If You Ever Become Friends Again That Is.

JUST LIKE TAPE.

cream. [L]augh. [C]ry.

Scream, laugh, cry.
Live everyday as though it was your last.
Hold every breath.
When you want something to stretch into forever.
Forever and evermore it'll stay.
When you want to crawl up and die.
Cry and let out everything.
Feel your emotions.
Never fly straight.

Remember pain.
Remember joy.
Feel the ups.
And the downs.
Hold your life.
In your hands.
Every scream of hatred.
Every laugh of joy.
Every tear of sadness.
Hold everything close.

This is life.

We Can Only Hope.

Take his hand and take your flight.
Take his hand and go tonight.
It doesn't matter what you did.
It doesn't matter what you hid.

As long as the sun can ascend,
As long as the clouds suspend.
As long as the moon is shy,
As long as the stars can reply.

He will always be below.
He will always see your woe.
And he will always be ready,
In case you are unsteady.

As you leave mankind.
And leave us all behind.
We will always begin to feel the tear.
Even more as the clouds taints the air.