My Scary FriendHave you ever had a friend they you loved with all your heart, but at the same time, feared. I've got one. He's quiet, calm, and never complains. He wears all black, which can be a little scary. When he's with you it's hard to think about anything else. With a point of his bony finger, he can send shivers down your spine. It even seems to get little chilly when he's there. He has this way to make you forget all your problems, and focus on your past. He's there for you when noone else can be. I would hate it if he came to just see someone else. His presents is only appreciated, when he's there for me. Although most people I know don't like him, or even fear him. Sometimes I welcome him with open arms. He likes to travel. He's been all over the world, for work. Well at least I know that some day before I go, He'll be here to see me off.My Scary Friend by ~lionne6980
Phenomenal, Angel, MiraculousMother, Sister, daughter, stranger, friend, partner, owner. No matter what her role in your life is, she makes sure it's used to spread her love. She sees you lost and will get lost herself just to be able to help you find your way. She sees a scratch on your head, microscopic to her own injury, and she will mend your wound and help you through your pain. She stands in the rain with her one umbrella and seven people trying to keep them dry. If she saw a lion making a quick snack of a strange little stray she would pry open the massive jaws, if to only give that stray another chance. If she had no arms she would learn to shovel snow with her feet, so that others could walk by with ease. I can say, without any hesitation, if I said her name everyone that knows her would have a story of something she did that meant something to them. I truly believe that if I showed strangers her picture, over half would have a story of their own that did the same. She is nameless. She is faceless. She isPhenomenal, Angel, Miraculous by ~lionne6980
From the eyes of my fear.From the eyes of my fear. by ~lionne6980
"Hello" I whisper. "Hello friend." I say again slightly louder then before. "Hello friend or friend that could
be!" I yell hoping to be seen. I know that we speak defferently, but maybe if I try slower and louder
something might break through. "H e l l o!" I shout. "Can you hear me?" I ask knowing there will be no reply.
My heart slows, my body droops, my eyes glaze over. I am alone. I am hanging on by a thread. Someone sees me.
"Hello, can you hear me?" They're coming closer. My heart is racing! "Hello!" I shout "Hello friend or friend
that could be." They turned away. "Am I ugly? Am I scary? Am I to small to be a friend?" Same as allways. I am
seen, but not heard. I get their attention, but quickly lose it. I know that a giant could never be friends
with a small unheard thing, but it shouldn't hurt to try. Guess I'll have another fly.