My Pen

I am amazed
How this pen I have had chased
Away went my pain and sorrow
To the big dark hollow.

I never had a friend like this
And I didn't even notice
That since childhood I'm with it
Always partnered with a single sheet.

In the vague world I'm into,
It's quitely pushing me through.
In the world where nobody sees me cry,
Its ink is my weapon which uncovers a lie.

Every stroke, a drop of emotion;
Wether I'm in love, out of love of under devastation;
Wether I write or I draw,
It cuts the burdens like a saw.

A Poem for A Friend

My Bestfriend
A friend who always listens,

I never heard her refuse;

She takes away my burdens,

And leave me unconfused.

She knows me inside out

And everything I have in mind;

I trust her without a doubt,

'cause she never was blind.

Even though she cannot talk,

I love to be with her always.

She's my companion where ever I walk,

In my life, forever, she stays.

No one can be like her,

'cause she's not a human being.

She's my diary made of paper,

With a pen, I can tell her my feelings.

I wrote this one long time ago when I was still in college. I wrote a lot of poems those days and it was really easy to rhyme and jot down the right words, unlike now. I have another one dedicated to my pen and paper as well. I'll post it tommorow. I know it seemed like I was so lonely back then but the truth was I wasn't. I had a lot of close friends and I was with my family. It was just the deep and dark silent nights when I was alone that I was more like talking to my paper.