The boy I used to see in the halls...

A boy you see every day.
Every day, you see him alone
at school, on your bus, in the back of the room.

A boy you know in no way.
No way, you can't talk to him
even though you want to, need to, yearn to.

A boy you want to meet.
Meet him, pulled by something you can't decide
maybe his looks, his demeanor, his eyes.

A boy you look at before glancing at your feet.
Your feet, because he caught you looking his way
And he smiled, happily, and waved.

A boy you finally decide to greet.
But wait, he's not in the normal place by his lockers?
He's not at school, on the bus, he's nowhere at all in the room.
Where can you find him?

So you ask around, but no one even knows his last name,
no one on the bus knows where exactly he lives,
not even the teacher can answer.

Then, the next day, you're walking to the bus you both once road.
You look on the ground where the paper lays.
And you see his picture.
A picture with the word 'accident' above.


The boy you saw every day.
The boy you knew in no way.
The boy you wanted to meet.
The boy who made you look at your feet.
The boy you had finally decided to greet.

He died in a car crash with his father just yesterday.
And now your chance has been taken away.

~T

Holy crap. This epitomizes life. I freaking love it!

Wow, well thank you!
I really didn't think it was that great.
But, of course, I have a really good friend, and his poems and writing are just beautiful.
Like this one, he wrote to me when we were going out:

Tears no longer fall,
they have no need.
Sick of it all,
he doesn't need to bleed.
The truth he spoke, which he plans to keep.
Every night he soothes right before she sleeps.
A corpse, a vampire.
Yet she loves her cadavre.
Call it macabre, call it wrong, but here is the corpse that singeth this song.
As long as I may hold you, I will do nothing but love you.
So let these final tears fall,
but let them be tears of joy.


I guess he's rubbing off on me (:

That's really pretty. And I loved your poem so much because it shows the reality that is life.

For days do not pass
nor does rain fall
without regret
without recall.

Really? I mean, that's kind of how my luck works, the way I wrote that poem.
I have the worst luck. It always works out that way. Someone moves, someone dies, someone finds someone else. And people wonder how I have a dark side.
And I always think too much about things.
Well if you think it was good, maybe I'll put it on my blog. No one reads it, but then I'll be able to find it easily (:

That's a very pretty four liner.
And it's true.
People who say they live without regrets, they're liars, to the world and themsdelves.
You can't live without regrets, it's impossible.

I have more regrets than you can imagine. And yeah, I know how you feel. I have watched somebody close to me die at least annually since I was 12. The tally is reaching close to ten and I'm only 17. But this is life. This is the life which I was given and the life that I must maintain.

And you think that was pretty? Thank you. I kinda wrote it on the spot.

And I don't know if you know the band, but look up Superchick on youtube and watch either Beauty from Pain or Stand in the Rain. Stand in the Rain is my favorite. I bet you could really relate to the Beauty from Pain album.

Ahh, yes, I actually do. I didn't recognize the name, but I recognize the songs. I relate to beauty from pain, but I like stand in the rain. It's really pretty.

Same here, except my body count is nearer to 5. I don't like to count. But those are just the people who've died. There are then the people who have moved, and that's at least ten of the people who've been closest to me, in the last four years.
I get through it though, because really, what other choice is there, other than the one that's a child's way out?

Well, you're very welcome. And I know how it is, the on the spot writing.

I wrote the one under this, 'love's question: why?" or something, on the spot last night.I just needed to write something about it, so I could get it out of my head.It's not the best, but I wasn't going for impressing people, I only wrote it for me, really. If someone else gets something out of it, then that gives it another purpose! But of course, that is usually what I write for. I only write for other people if they're really important to me, or on request.

I have one friend, and he needed a poem to put on his girlfriend's card, and after he told me a few things about them together, I wrote one that made her think I knew every detail about the relationship. I'm good at relating to situations and putting myself into someone's place to understand it.

*Laughs* That's cool.

And moving. Sucks. Moving is my own personal hell. I'm an Okie from New York living in Tennessee. And that's only the half of it. Anywho, love the poem. And I read your other poem, too. That was cool. Actually why I think you would relate to the Beauty from Pain album. There's a lot of stuff on there like that poem you wrote.

Moving sucks? No, I would love to move. You think moving TO Tennessee is bad, try living there, well, near there all your life. I live in Southaven, MS, so it's close enough to Memphis.
Thanks for liking them (:
Yeah, I liked that song a lot. But I liked crawl and another song that I can't for the life of me remember the name of more.

No exaggeration when I say I would give my life to start over and spend my entire childhood in one place. Heck, at this point, I'd go for one general area! Ha ha. A lot of people have it worse than me, though. I'm a really lucky person.

I'd like to start over somewhere ELSE. The south just doesn't suit me. At all.

But that's true, I know someone who was only in a same place for about a month to 4 months. Then they moved.

Yeah. Like I said, many many people have it much worse than me. I should feel so lucky.

At least you know that you should be lucky, and you don't do the poor pitiful me thing.