The Love of a Friend (a poem)

The Love of a Friend

Written November 4th, 2011

In the times where life takes the guise

Of an endless hell

When I’ve reached my wit’s end

And my frustration continues to swell

In those moments when I’m beyond stressed

I can still smile and carry on

And say that I’m truly blessed

(Dear Marius) My Little Morning Bird (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

My Little Morning Bird

Written July 5th, 2011



My little morning bird

You always have a song to sing

Your voice and love of the day

A smile to my face will bring

My little morning bird

Always waiting for me

When I’m tired and stressed

The tunes you sing livelier than my coffee

My little morning bird

So happy and ecstatic beneath the sun

You have too much love in one heart

Your friendship brings confidence before my day has hardly begun

Broken (a short story)

Broken

written June 24th, 2011

Mason, it’s so beautiful out here, I texted a message along with the picture I had taken. Wish you were here.

I hit the send button, and then tucked my phone away in my pocket. I stood at the edge of the cliff, following the sweeping land slide with my eyes down to the roaring river at the bottom. It was spring, and the water level was higher than usual, dark and muddy, full of winter debris.

And it was here in this serene place tucked away in the woods, high up on the cliff looking over the whole world (it seemed), that I was at peace.

It was here that I could think, and think in my voice only. With no other influences or voices to distract me or deter me. It was just me, pure and simple.

And I guess that’s why I wanted Mason here. I knew he would appreciate this moment, this philosophical peace, just as much as me.  I could picture him next to me, leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky with those bright blue eyes so full of hidden intelligence. He would have a hint of a smile on his lips as he peered at life in its raw form. He loves moments like that, just like me, where things just click and you realize something new about life.  A new philosophy.

We would sit in silence for a while, him and I. Then we would start talking, and we wouldn’t be able to stop. If we had the time to talk about everything we wanted to with each other, we would talk until the day we died. I’m certain of it.

My phone chirped, and I opened up Mason’s response.

Looks awesome. I wish I was there. You always text me awesome things right when I need it, Ava.

I frowned at the last part, and quickly sent a reply:

Why, what’s wrong?

Just…shit at home. Mom.

‘Mom’. That one word explained it all to me. The two of them are always butting heads.

Call me tonight and tell me about it?

I smiled at the reply that came a few moments later.

Was already planning on it :]

I stuffed my phone in my pocket, looking down at my feet, hanging over the cliff edge, swinging back and forth to an unknown beat.

Casting a final glance over the tree tops of the expansive forest, I began the long descent down to the river, a descent I had made many times. I shimmied my way quickly down the sloped cliff-face, my feet and hands knowing where all the holds were from endless repetition of this process.

(Dear Marius) So Far Away (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

So Far Away

Written on June 23rd, 2011

Two months after the death of Michael J. Hall

On April 23rd, 2011

The lips sing

Releasing the pain

The guitar notes sting

Harsh and lovely, against the grain

The fingers fly

Dancing on those keys

Trumpet call fills the sky

Sharp and noble, this musical plea

Playing these songs

Gives me some closure

On repeat

Over and over

You’re never coming home

But I know

It’s not over

And I’m not alone

My Best Friend (a poem, a dedication)

My Best Friend

Written June 16th, 2011

My best friend

I know you well

Every fall and every swell

Missing you when I'm all alone

And not quite sure if I can make it on my own

My best friend

Always there when I need you most

There are no boundaries, from coast to coast

On the rainy days, when I'm down and blue

All I need is to think of you

My best friend

With your long loveable hair

The way your smile fills the air

We stay up and talk until late

Usually we agree, sometimes we debate

My best friend

You are my long lost twin

We're made up of the same stuff within

When something happens, you're the first I want to inform

You always receive it well, never with scorn

My best friend

You're going to exotic places

Going to accomplish and see many faces

Don't forget me while you're conquering the world

I'll always be rooting you on as your greatness unfurls

My brother,

My hero,

My best friend.

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A poem for my best pal :) If you read 'Ice Cold', the character Mason represents the same person as the subject of this poem. Thank you, for always being there for me and being like the brother I never had.

This is for a Friend (a poem, dedication)

This is For a Friend <3

Written April 3rd, 2011

This is for a friend

Who means the world to me <3

Who I never get to see :(

This is for a friend

Who knows how to make me smile :)

Who appreciates my style :D

Strangers (thoughts)

Strangers

Written April 2nd, 2011

     Funny how the world works.

     Before I lived with my dad, and only visited him on the weekends, I didn't know she even existed.

     After I moved and lived with him all the time, I got enrolled in the local school. That's where I met her, a fellow student.

     We hit it off almost instantly, and now here I am at a sleepover at her house, awake and trying not to make too much noise as she continues to drift in and out of sleep.

     Dad lives in a different house now, one town over form her. But our towns have a joint school.

     So here I am, just up the street from our old house, in her bed, writing. All those years when I came to visit Dad on the weekends, my best friend was just up the street! And I had no clue!