To my dear cousin My dear cousin, You said, ''Fly, and never descend from your flight.

'' So why did you fall to the ground? Why layest thou kissing the earth? I tell you: ''Get up, it's time for rebirth.'' Moist dirt, so cold and unkind; it cut your wings. To you I make no sound, I guess worms are a loud crowd. You told me before the fall: ''Cousin, I've lost my love.'' And I told you to hold on, and you either have not tried or your grip wasn't strong enough. It saddens me, dear cousin that on earth your wings are no more; but I do have some last hope that above, your wings are stronger than they were here- down below and that your feathers are silver, so shiny and sleek, and able to carry you to the creek where you shall find your peace. Dear cousin, I will miss you but one day I know I'll meet you. R.I.P. ''Sopel''- enough said :[ ~#~#~#~ Sorry Sorry that I wasn't there when your heart was about to tear. Sorry that I left you on your own and allowed you to feel alone. Sorry that I did not appreciate the sincere friendship you offered. Sorry that I did not understand that without me you did not feel alive. Sorry that I did not know that you cried when I moved far from home. Most of all: Sorry that I pushed you away and chose a separate way. Sorry, but is sorry enough for all that I have done or rather have not?

This poem I wrote for a friend of mine... a very old best friend of mine... back from the ''skinned knees were the biggest pain you could have'' days. I'm not a good friend. I'm sorry that I've failed her... and wanted to get myself expressed... so that's how this poem came about. If you let me [Sorry part 2] If you let me, I'll make it up to you; This time I'll rescue you from harsh glares and words; I'll pick you up when you fall; I'll wipe your tears when you cry; I'll keep you joyful and alive. I'll be your sail through the storm; your shooting star in the night-sky; Food for your damaged soul; a locker to keep secrets in the dark; the sliver lining on a cloud; an apple if you're starved; a waft of warm air on a winter night; a column to support the roof of your mind; the person I should have been when you were in need. Yes, this will be me if only you let me in. This poem is also dedicated to my old best friend... enoug h said. ~#~#~#~ Pain Seconds tick past to the rhythym of my heart Tick-tock, tick-tock, They never stop. And each new second brings New kind of pain. In pain I drown, With pain i sleep, On pain I walk, Pain I breathe in Talk brings pain but it's Silence that makes it scream. Pain kills me inside, Yet makes me strong to live again. It tortures me, Yet nurtures me. With it I loose my head, Without it there's nothing left In pain I cry, in pain I scream With pain I may die Without I may live There's pain in ''I'' There's pain in ''we'' What can I do When it's all i taste?

Where should I go To make it fade? To whom should I turn To rinse it away? How should I live, Yet be happy still When it's perching there, Going in for the kill?

By Klaudia Karbowiak Please tell me which poem you liked the most :] Constructive criticism will be appreciated :]