This poem is dedicated to my friend, who we're worried might be conisidering suicide. It's trying to remind her that life doesn't always suck from sea to shining sea. And yes, we've done most of this stuff in school, including the conga line.
It's the pure and silver moonlight
It's the beating of your heart
It's the softly flickering candle
Calling "It's about to start."
It's the strongly fragrant flowers
And the deep and drifted snow
It's the many paths worth taking
It's not knowing where to go.
It's the songs of winged angels
It's the calling of the bell
That rings throughout the city
Gladly tidings for to tell.
It's a tiny, purring kitten
Snuggled close up to the fire
It's the wings your friends can give you
As they carry you up higher.
It's the lazy days of nothing
When you lie around in bed
And the bad test scores that make you
Slam your textbook to you head.
It's making all the people stare
When you form a conga line
And when you're done, assuring them
That your brain is "fine".
It's laughing at the lunch table
At something someone said
It's writing down your memories
Late at night in bed.
It's crying when your dog dies,
And having friends cry too.
It's knowing someone's always there
And watching over you.
It's crushing on the boy next door,
It's Christmas eggnog too
It's lots of cookies, chips and cake
It's Jell-O that is blue.
It's blasting heavy metal
On your boom box in your room
And storming into homeroom swearing
Your life's a living doom.
It's big cake-eating contests
At the Grand Sea World Café
It's IM on the Internet
Until the break of day.
It's little secret phone call
At precisely 1 AM
And hoping parents won't find out
That you snuck out again.
It's saving friends from evil boys
And making fingers crack.
It's whacking them for the fun of it
And getting whacked right back.
It's those times you spend in solitude
Away from all the world
When only you can hear yourself
And your banner is unfurled.
It's sleeping over weekly.
And quiet midnight laughs
It's lots and lots of tickle fights.
It's soothing bubble baths.
It's getting your first laptop
And your very own cell phone.
It's memorizing all the names
Of Japanese manga known.
It's fighting over bags of chips
And ripping them in half.
It's going hiking in the woods
And straying off the path.
It's good and bad things, old and new,
It's smiles and it is grief.
It's wonderful, no matter what,
So, please, oh please, don't leave.
I hope you all liked it. Plz review! yinyang-shadow