Footsteps

I have been where you have walked
although it may not be something you see.
My footsteps that I have taken are now
covered from weather, and far from the ocean
in the distance there is me.

I am there, guiding you down the same path.
Like the northern star I shine above you in a
darkened sky and give you a place where you
may go.

So walk with me beyond the ocean, past the
wide open shorelines and we will make
our friendship stronger before venturing out
once more to strengthen the footsteps of another
on the path we have both traveled.

Light of Friendship

Subtle were the breathes of air that sustained me as
your hands wrapped around me. Your fingers clasped around
the other in a hold that kept me from hiding back in the dark.

Your gentle whispers flowed from your lips, in a way that told
me it's okay. And every time I see your face I imagine someone
just as human as me.

Struggling. Holding on. So tell me that you will never let go because
I am always here. I will wrap my arms around you and hold you from
the same darkness that you have kept me from going to over and
over again.

Because better were the days where we felt alone and wrapped our arms
around nothing as we bowed our heads and slipped silent tears
onto the concrete floor of our lives, in a never-ending room of misery.

To those days we have yet to walk away from, but we're still here
sitting by a fire of warmth as we talk of that darkness, wrapped in a blanket of friendship.

Laughing. Crying. It's all finally coming out. You've got my back and I've
got yours. And little by little we pull eachother from the darkness
that once was thought to sustain and keep us hidden.

When It Was Me That You Were Looking For

When it was me that you were looking for, did you think to look beyond
the words that escaped my lips onto writing?

Sustained through a pen in my hands the words flowed because I knew they were there.
I think of them as expressions that I cannot say out loud--and to that you may never know it.

You have never read them.

You have never cared to see what I see in the beauty of untouched words that could touch another.

Or just how writing these words have kept me from a bitter deepness.

So when it was me that you were looking for, tell me--did you find me?
Or were you lost with your own words because we did not see eye to eye, or learn how to
communicate with the language we were given?

Use your words has been told to lie deeply in our hearts.
Or so we have been told over and over again.

So do you see my sensitive nature as something more,
or have you looked over it like it was nothing?
How ironic it would be to hear that you never thought it was something other than who I am.

I have always wanted to be somebody.

I am somebody.

I am a person who is delicate and thought beyond more than one time that while writing
that I could make a difference by sharing experiences that I never thought possible, when so
long ago I felt so lost and felt like there was no hope.

So when it was me that you were looking for, you pass me by--despite the words
I write and have always written.

It could be months.

Years.

Even just a few days.

My writing to you may be a new discovery, an enlightment. And I could be standing beside you,
or watching you from above as you wipe a tear away from your cheek.
And by this time you have probably discovered your words as well as mine.

Now can your discovery truly be enough to see that when you were looking for me that you would understand the words
that have escaped my lips onto writing? Or are they just words to you that could never be touched to your own thoughts and your own words?

these are beautiful - i'm trusting you are going to school to further your skills as a writer?

Thank you. I am hoping to major in English w/ a Creative Writing Emphasis.

*claps*

Got a new one for you.

A Part Of Me

A part of me wants to believe when you say "let's never lose touch", like the memories
we created wouldn't end, and we could hold onto them forever.

Where not a single tear would we shed because we were more embracing
the laughs that make us smile.

And our friendship would grow like a flower from a little seed that had been planted
in the ground, and grew to the most beautiful flower ever imaginable.

Filled with beauty and color that would light up the world of friendship and
would reveal an everlasting path of joy.

Very nice! All of them! You write a beautiful ode to friendship! You'll do very well in creative writing!

that was a beautiful poem about friendship - i hope the person you wrote for realizes how lucky they are to have you as a friend