Friday

Why didn't I kiss you?

Whenever I miss you,

I'm in an abyss. True,

I'd never dismiss you.

I'm always remiss. True too,

I love you with my heart

and I do not care how smart

I appear to be. My part

in this relationship is art.

I'm an artist

with a blank canvas.

Not the smartest,

but my advantage

is you, you, and only you.

After all, everything we go through

bonds us more as we continue.

However, every day I accrue

more worries I cannot afford. New

pains are what I feel I must break through.

Sadly, badly, often madly,

we argued and fought and continued gladly

on the road to destruction. Bad, see,

that's all that I feel. Had we

talked about it, well maybe

you and I could have saved us. Baby,

do you realize that we may be

still able to save us. Crybaby

are the only thing that they called me.

When you broke me, it sprawled me

onto the floor and stalled me.

Nowadays, my friends hauled me

onto their backs and crawled me

over to the safety room. Enthralled me

with all of your fake words.

I flew like birds

in gigantic herds

to lands unheard.

My speech is slurred

and my vision blurred

Is it absurd

to think that words

hurt more than cords.

Now full of boards

my brain is bored

and often floored.

Now just only stored,

I've stored in hoards

rewards and awards

that are now ignored

as I move towards

new lands unexplored.

Fridays used to be my days

until my days became byways

and those byways over the highways

became fly ways, as I fly ways

over the sky ways, making my days

once again "sigh" days, where I always

sighed so highly in the hallways.

No more mall days, only hall days

in the hall of fame with my hall of games.

No taming my gaming, insanely not shaming.

I'm claiming my fame. 

Framing my name

in lights just exclaiming

and all day proclaiming

that I will be acclaiming

everything I want to. Naming

nothing after my shaming.

Shaming? No maiming

of me. I am aiming.

Fridays are my days.

Take them away? High ways

are the only way I live. Lie days

are the way my days are.

I just like to live far

away from the norms

among all life's storms.

Fridays are mine

and are my days to shine.

Saturdays through Sundays

through Thursdays are fun days.

All I have to say is "Bye day"

when I don't live like it's Friday.

Author's Note

This is kind of random at parts, and I really just needed to try and get out of my writer's blocks.

Reviews

[Maumil Mehraj]

Your emotions remain true in your poetry, and same was the case with this one.
As always, a pleasure to read your work. Thanks for sharing! :)
Maumil

[closed]

very expressive...
this reflects a very lonesome essence that is altogether melancholy...

i guess you're still trying to find your way back to your old style huh...

you'll find it somewhere i know...

along this road of


-Dreams

[613]

Just as always, this was well written.

Maybe you'd consider creating a poetry book? I could see your stuff selling big time. It's always so raw with emotion. I think a lot of people can relate to you & the things you discuss in your poems. I'd buy it!

- Brittney

[Not here]

thanks :) ill think about it. i dont know if you read my short stories or not, but im gonna publish those soon

[613]

I don't know if I have or not. I'll have to check them out.