Maybe the impact would have felt softer, smoother
and cascaded upon her like billowing silk,
But I cannot change what has transpired.
It really is only words, but the choicest are what we seek when breaking the placid.
Though I attempted to exercise my skill, maybe somewhere I fell short
and plummeted down to the barracks of emotion.
Even if it was just her sensitivity exploding, it did not change the fact
that I was no longer her friend.
Author notes
some thoughts. The 'skill' I wrote about is my ability to use 'choicest' terminology when I need to. I'm usually pretty good with words and explaining things in a specific way, so that's what that adheres to.
And 'emotion' is when I stopped using 'pretty language' and just said in basic terms we were not friends.
Kind of sad, but that's the explanation.
this poem is merely closing the door on it all as it was then.
A contest entry
- Clean your Closet. by surface--tension.
500 points, ended June 10, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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heartfelt work....
I am blown away that you write so far beyond your years. Sometimes, poetry is the best way we can think of to help us bring some closure, if there really is such a thing, to heartbreak.

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Nice, cool. I like it. Good luck
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BUGGA! that is very deep, beautifully penned concealing the reason for all this emotion and descripted words. you left the puch line at the end the grand finale its great well done


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nice write, thank you for entering, good luck


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i love the lines "Maybe the impact would have felt softer, smoother
and cascaded upon her like billowing silk" ...great similie.
i'm sorry your friendship is over. it must be really hard waking up in the morning and knowing there's someone out there who would literally cause you pain to see again:[. its a shame it had to end. i hope we can all still hang out though. you guys are so much funn :]]
love yaz
xcindeh





