PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Dear friend, seems like I think about you more than ever,

lately, all that I’ve been seeing is this damn cloudy weather,

Yet I still gaze into the sky and wonder if you can hear me,

but sometimes I think about life, and I can’t think clearly,

Seems like yesterday we would just sit and smoke and laugh,

but then God took you away, in that awful fucking crash,

I don’t mean to get angry, or hostile on the topic,

but sometimes I get so pissed that I really just can’t stop it,

But that’s when I think of the happy memories inside,

and that’s when my heart settles and I start feeling fine,

then thoughts of past times circle and flood my mind,

like when we skated, and your brother did those grinds,

you went so fast at your ramp, you flew off and nose dived,

I’ve never laughed so hard, or seen anything as crazy,

the fact you got up and went even faster just amazed me,

And it’s things like that, which keeps me running strong,

I could sit back happy and remember stories all day long,

so I include them in my rhymes, and when I write my songs



It’s almost been a year now, and I think I’m so full of fear now,

I might not make it to heaven, so I really hope you’re near now,

Seems like the closest I’ll come to seeing you is in my dreams,

But it’s ok, because my thoughts are vivid, it’s not as bad as it seems,

I know things will all work out, so it’s pointless to get irked out,

There’s nothing I can change, so it’s no use to scream or shout,

I stopped by the cemetery the other day, and the stone look really great,

The pictures fit Jarrett and you perfect, I left my hack on the base,

I really hope you know how much that people down here miss you,

We all hold a hole in our hearts, “nobody could ever fill his shoes”,

I’ve heard so many different stories, of you making people smile,

I remember our theater class; I haven’t had that much fun in a while,

I don’t know what it is but you’re special in every way, including style

And I know watching you go is just one of life’s sick and twisted trials,

We’re all getting a little stronger down here, but it doesn’t make it easy,

I hope all these thoughts sound true, and this doesn’t sound too cheesy,

Cause this helps me express, get these stocked up feeling off my chest,

I’ll do what I can to make things go better and just let time do the rest..