Hello again, my friend,
how have you been?
It's been a while, 
and still you stand so peacefully
and Proud.

The world moves so fast, you see,
the seasons change, and now
you shed your leaves

And here you are, a hundred
or two hundred years of age,
Firm and Sure of your presence.

Over the years you nurture your 
roots and as you grow they 
Anchor you to the ground.

You know Yourself, come what may.
Let the harsh winds sway your 
branches to and fro and the
storms reck chaos and hell
upon your land.
It matters not, for here you stand.

And with your indifference towards 
the world's doings, somehow,
I feel your beckoning still.

There is a warmth and 
timeless kindness that penetrates 
my soul and being.

I know I'm not alone, because
I have you, my friend.

The years may go by but our
friendship will never change.

With your wisdom, take me 
where the sunlight will find me.
 

It rains.
As the clouds cry, 
their tears are peacefully carried away.
To the rivers, to the oceans, to the sea.
Reaching unity, their rightful destiny, of pure and honest acceptance. 

Raindrops of emotion.
Of love, happiness, and nostalgia
Of life at its full. Impossible to ask more.
In them, reflected three of the pillars of nature’s existence,
Sunshine, Fire and Wind.

Three forces that keep me upright
that hold me in place
helping me find who I am
what I am to do
what I am to love.

Sunshine.
She radiates light, warmth and energy.
The energy of life, 
light of wisdom, truth and guidance
Hope 
rainbows of unrelenting positivity.

Fire.
In her flames, she carries not only passion, boldness, and character,
but warmth, and light of sound wisdom and advice.
In which I see inspiring and mesmerising beauty.

Wind.
She moves, touches and inspires. 
Fills you with love, happiness, and meaning.
Knowing exactly how she must blow to keep you upright, 
to hold and support.
Her power transcends limits of human imagination.

In the tears that I cry, 
raindrops of emotion,
I see the reflection of your essence,
three of the forces
that hold me in place
helping me find who I am.

Tears carried away to the oceans, rivers and sea.
Where I feel whole.
Having reached unity, a sense of pure and honest acceptance.

Where I am in peace with myself and the world.
 

This is a poem I've written to one of my best friends, and from those who are reading this poem right now, I am sure you will know who it is for. The whole poem is both a metaphor and real all together, as some of the feelings are exaggerated.. 

I sit and watch you walk away,
until the hurt inside me pains my heart,
and I feel guilty that I can’t,
grab you and beg you to stay.

A week goes by and I cant stand,
a single day without our talks,
knowing that soon you’ll be nine thousand kilometres away,
while you are still so close to us.

It is friday, and I know you are on a plane,
and that in fourteen hours you’ll be half the globe away,
eight or nine hours difference,
from where I stand here today.

From the time I saw you leave,
little have we talked,
and neither have we been in contact,
and mostly because you weren't able to, either.

And my heart hurts,
because I miss you,
because people dont understand,
because Im not able express the pain I have inside.

Time has passed and Im not so lonely,
and neither am I so depressed,
but as I find myself sending you emails,
I wish you were on the other side, replying,
so that I can finally have some rest,
from my constant hurting and my constant missing,
and my constant wishing the impossible..

I sit and watch you walk away,
I feel guilty that I can’t,
grab you and beg you to stay,
and I cant stand a single day without our talks,
while you are still so close to us.
in fourteen hours you’ll be half the globe away,
from where I stand here today,
And my heart hurts,
because people dont understand,
because Im not able express the pain I have inside,
because, from the time I saw you leave,
little have we talked,
and Im not as depressed,
but I want to finally have some rest,
because now, you are nine thousand kilometres away.

Am I allowed to wish the impossible?
 

Friendship is important,
and one of the hardest things in life,
but you can find your way through it, 
and get to the golden light.

The paths will often complicate,
they will often become narrow,
but the hardest bit of it all,
is aiming the perfect arrow,
and hit it through the center of the wall,
and opening the secet passage,
that holds the key to perfect friendship,
that will not be causing any damage.
 

I have bestfriends who are very mean,
who laugh at me and never support me,
I have bestfriends who are very keen,
on making me look bad to other people.

They like to leave me alone and never talk to me,
they like to pretend I'm invisible and let me be,
they like to play hide and seek while leaving me abandoned,
they like to make me unhappy and pretend nothing happened.

My friends are the best friends I have,
my friends are simply fantastic,
because they are none of these things i have described,
and it's just me who just likes being badly sarcastic. 
 

One day you tell me,
that you like the way I am,
One day you tell me,
you'll go back to be who you are.

But you seem to be ignoring it all,
and being your pretending self again.

That day I believed,
your choice had been made,
you sounded so convinced.
and you showed me how much I can appreciate.

That day you told me,
you believed in what I believed in,
that you understood me completely,
that you would be yourself again. 

And then the next day,
you become the worst fake,
of the yourself that I know,
and I am upset.

I am confused,
Who are you really?
Am I mistaken on the real yorself?
Did you tell me all that so we could be best friends?

I am confused,
Do you really love me for myself?
Do you really like me at all?
Or were you just being fake?
Do I know you at all?

If you are who I think you are,
you are a caring person,
a lovely person,
who cares for their best friends,
over anything else,
who would be willing,
to do anything to get their best friend back,
if a fight came in between them.

If you are that person,
why did you not want to talk about what happened?
why did you want it forgotten?
why did you sound all happy the day we were not speaking?

If you are that person,
I also love you for who you are,
but I want to know the real you,
now.

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I am sad of things I've done before,
things that I wouldn't have meant,
I didn't know that it would hurt their feelings,
I don't feel at all "content".

I have good friends this year, you know,
but they still have bad memories of me,
and I feel really sorry I promise, really,
It doesn't seem I can find the right key.

Last year I did things I shouldn't have done,
because I took things seriously, I exagerated,
I wish it could have been none,
I wish all this would have been gone!!!

Oh please by reading this poem,
Oh please if you know I'm talking to you,
Oh please may you pardon me,
If you ever know who I'm adressing to.
 

Dear best friend,
what you've done this year,
for me,
is.... undescribable.

You have helped me all year through,
and we have always understood each other,
it is a long time since I have that kind of friend,
so I'll tell you :

Other years have been horrible,
other years I had no friends,
other years People hated me,
I had fights,
but now it is different,
I have you !

You deserve to have this poem written,
even though I will not publish your name,
this might not be the best poem written,
but I have tried all the same !!