A Thank You Note to a Friend

Dear ______,

Thank you.

For your smiles. Your laughs. Your games. Your companionship.

For talking to me when others forgot about me.

For reminding me someone cares about me.

For letting me trust you, and talk to you.

For your compliments: Your hair is so pretty… That headband you made is so cute… You’re awesome at volleyball. And basketball… You may have lost, but you still did great.

I miss you. It’s only been a day and I miss you.

I always miss you when you’re not around. You were always one of my closest friends, someone I always wanted to see. It was this summer when we got close, and it strengthened our friendship so many more times.

You make me smile. You listen when I talk. You give helpful advice, whether I ask for it or not.

You are an amazing friend. You deserve so much more than this short letter, but it’s what I have.

I wish I could see you more often, but you’re going to get busy. You have a whole life ahead of you. And so do I.

I’ll still see you. Just not as often. Or maybe more often. Who knows?

But what I really want to say is, thank you for being my friend these past five years. You’re awesome. I hope our friendship always remains strong. And I hope I’ve been as good as a friend to you as you have been to me.

❤ 🙂

Your friend,
______

Sorta Just Here

I’m sorta just here,
just walking,
minding
my own happenings.

I’m sorta just here,
thinking,
reflecting
on everything.

I’m sorta just here,
standing,
observing
the stillness of all.

I’m sorta just here,
alone,
but here.
A bit sad,
but here.
And that’s all that matters.

Right?

A Note on Bullying

Just a quick note on a huge topic that I feel like everyone talks about, but still has not changed much.

It makes me really sad to see people being one another. Or sometimes hurling insults at each other, meaning it to be a joke, and walking off as if it is a joke, but the words they said have a deeper impact: they hurt and bite and make them very, very sad and feel worthless. 

It’s such a heartbreaking reality. Yes, it’s meant to be a joke, but to someone else, is it really “just” a joke? 

I can’t stress enough how careful we have to be when talking with or when treating someone else. One “small” word – “stupid,” “dummy,” and even worse than that – can completely shatter someone’s self esteem and self worth.

So please, no matter who you’re around, no matter what they’ve done to you, please be kind. It’s hard sometimes, and even I’ve messed up before, too, but please spread kindness, not meanness. You never now how much you can brighten up someone’s day… or darken it. 

And honestly, is it really that hard to say a simple kind word, give a compliment, or lend someone a helping hand?

I didn’t think so. So let’s all try to make someone’s day brighter, right now! 🙂

~sky~

Weak

I am not some glass meant to broken,
or some stick meant to be snapped in half.
I am not some sad kid sitting on the street,
or someone that lets you have the last laugh.

No. Not at all.

I am stronger than that.
I am stronger than you think.

I am the one that causes glass to break,
the one that causes twigs to snap.
I am not a sad kid, not sad at all.
I am the one that always has the last laugh.

So think again, my friend.
Think again before you try to get me,
before you call me, Weak.

 

 

Blogger Recognition Award

The amazing MP from A Journey Called Life nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award! Thank you so much, MP, and please do check out the blog! 🙂

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  2. Write a post about your award.
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
  5. Nominate 8 other bloggers for this award.
  6. Comment on each blog to let them know you’ve nominated them.

How My Blog Started

How did Silent Silvery Tears start? Well, I’ve always enjoyed writing poetry. In fifth grade, I was in the school’s poetry club and won second place! 😀 Ever since then, poetry has been a passion of mine.

The past year was tough on me, and I wanted a place where I could write my feelings anonymously. Silent Silvery Tears was born, and I’ve only grown as a poet and a blogger since then!

Advice

  1. Write because you want to, not because you want to be famous! Yes, being famous and having a bunch of followers is cool, but that only comes when you write because you want to and if you write what you’re passionate about!
  2. Have fun with blogging! Make a cute header or poster or whatever for your blog. Add pictures and color to your posts. Blogging is a hobby, and hobbies are meant to be enjoyed! 😉

Nominations

Thank you again MP for nominating me! If you haven’t already, check out A Journey Called Life, as well as the blogs mentioned above!

~sky~

 

Beneath Murky Waters

The water here is unclear, foggy and murky,

Yet somehow, I can still see beneath it all.

Here I am in this place, unidentified,

Only remaining so I can hide.

Because here, I am nothing more than a shadow.

You can look to and fro,

but you will never find me.

No one can ever find me now…

 

 

 

betrayal

someone came and threw a rope around me,

tied me up, gagged me, blindfolded me.

now only darkness encompasses me.

someone came and locked me up in a cage,

like an animal. i feel betrayed.

now i have no worth, no name, no age.

i am a nobody, darkness my only friend,

and my heart broken, that no one can mend…

is this the end?

 

If Life Is A Maze

If life is a maze, then
I am choosing all the wrong twists and turns,
crashing into corners and dead-ends
where only barren remnants of life lie
into muddled earth.

If life is a maze, then
I am smack dab in the center,
torn between whether to choose left or right,
dizzy with shouts of This way! No, THIS way!,
ready to fall and give up. It is too difficult.

If life is a maze, then
I am lost
between paths going this way and that,
their final destinations unknown to me forever,
and I wait. What else can I do,
to avoid getting more tangled in webs of mystery
than I am already?

a little breath of air

a little breath of air

that’s all that you needed to take

to be alive

to be here

with me

a little breath of air

that’s all, that’s all

just a simple breath of air

but even that, you could not take

at all

 

Missing You

I wanted you to
be there with me
when I needed someone close,
when I was feeling lonely.

I wanted you to
sit next to me, hug me tight,
and whisper in my ear,
“It’s going to be alright.”

I wanted you to
realize your used-to-be
never-ending loyalty,
your kindness, your love,
your preciousness to me.

I wanted you to
know that I miss you.
I wanted you to
miss me, the way I do to you.

I wanted to
be someone close to you,
like how you’re close to me,
but I’m not.
Not to you.

I wanted you to
miss me, the way I miss you.

But you don’t.

And so I’m lost…