Friends?

Anger, hatred, annoyance, resentment, exasperation, outrage, fury, displeasure, loathing, detestation, animosity, enmity, irritation, vexation.

Why do friends sometimes make us feel these things?
Are they not there to be trusted?
Or are they there just to annoy us?
To make us feel angry and exasperated,
Surely they are there to support us?
Not to make snide comments behind your back,
Or to make fun of you,
Just to be popular,
Just to be part of the crowd.

Why do friends sometimes backstab each other?
What is achieved by this?
Nothing at all,
Common sense tells us that friends should be helpful,
And supportive in times of trouble,
Yet to me it seems the opposite,
They seem to make things worse,
Stating the obvious,
Making themselves sound clever,
Since they are not in the same trouble as me.

Are all friends this way?
If someone has the answer please tell me.

(I asked a man called John Silkstone on Bebo to review some of my early poetry and he said this poem was one worthy of publication in his magazine - it was only the tenth poem I'd ever written).

Dreams & Chances (With a Tinge of Relief)

Finally,
You notice me at last!
Even though it's not face to face,
It makes my heart swell with joy!
I get this strange feeling in my stomach,
Butterflies,
Just reading the message you left,
Even though it's only a hello,
It's enough to make me punch the air in delight,
Enough to make me wonder,

What if?

I try not to get too excited,
But the joy inside me has reached a crescendo,
As I read the message again,
I see a lone x at the end of it.
That one x means more to me,
Then all the others I have ever received put together,
For it tells me that,
Maybe, maybe,
I have a chance,
Yet still I must ask,

Is it possible?
Only in your dreams, is a reply.
Well I say,
It's nice to dream.

Charlie's Last Day

Charlie woke up very depressed,
He couldn't be bothered to get dressed,
He wants to stay in bed until the end of time,
Alas! He had to be up before the clock struck nine.

The love of his life has messed him around,
He loves her still, her voice is like a cloud,
Her looks could kill, her gaze is warm,
He loves her still, even though she was wrong.

He had to be up, he had to work,
He didn't want to go, she was the clerk,
They work all day in the same place,
But he dares not look at her beautiful face.

She cheated on Charlie with his friend,
A person who used to help pay the rent,
Charlie had known him all his life,
But between them now, there was nothing but strife.

Charlie woke up very depressed,
But now he has found eternal rest,
He is bothered no more by the love of his life,
And all it took was the stroke of a knife.

Alone

I am a nervous wreck,
I really do not want to do this alone,
I turn to my friends for help,
They all say they can't,
You must do this on your own,
Everywhere I turn,
They say the same thing,
On your own,
All alone.

I have now come to realise,
That my friends do not wish me harm,
They do not want to laugh at me,
They just want me to grow up,
And I know they are right,
The time has come for me,
To step out into the real world,
On my own,
All alone.

Emerald

When I saw you that very first time,
I was speechless, my mind went blank,
Your eyes were as clear as day,
And your hair shone so bright,
It was like an emerald.

When you would pass me by in the corridors,
I would turn and follow, only to realise,
I should've gone the other way!
I would end up late,
Still blinded by my emerald.

I would think of nothing else all day,
Except when I would see you again,
And when I would hear your beautiful laugh,
And see your dazzling smile,
Shining like an emerald.

The best times of my life were with you,
Talking to you,
Your warm breath pushing against my face,
Then I lean in,
To kiss my emerald.

But before I touch those tender lips,
I awake from my dream,
To a horrible realisation,
You're not mine, you never will be,
You're a rarity...

Just like an emerald.

(when I first started posting poems on Bebo, this was the one my friends seemed to like so it's of great sentimental value - written around late 2006/early 2007).