Positively Yours: The Diaries of a Pessimist

I try and I try to forget The days of my youth But the memories of the innocence Keep slipping my grasp The days spent wondering Of things we could become The nights spent complaining Of girls we couldn't court The months in the heat Roaming aimlessly tween the corridors The moments we huddled In the winter's cold I miss the shoulders That I'd taken for granted I miss the bonds That I believed would never break The green grass The empty class The broken heart The cold hearth They all remind me Of the best days of my life Of the days spent free of strife Of friends and promises Made between brothers

Every time I see those eyes It stops my heart for a little while Their piercing gaze haunts me Even when I look away. I want to kiss those lips Which have taken over my dreams I want to hold her tight And forever keep her close to me. Her angelic smile,  Has robbed me of joy It lingers in my mind And pricks gently at my soul. So seldom does love come calling Into my empty life So seldom do I feel my hear beat For something other than living. Yet again, we play this game Of hide and seek. And as before love chooses to hide In a place that I cannot seek. 

I pick up my pen today. I feel like writing Today my emotions want to flow Like a flood that's long been dammed And won't be stopped anymore. I shall write of life, Of love and the days gone by Or the days yet to come. I shall pen a beautiful verse For the one who visits me in my dreams. My verses shall echo the pain of the earth They shall speak of tyranny They shall exude the sweet smells Of intellectual revolutions, of hope And peace in our lifetimes. Today shall be the day I write Today shall be the day I create The greatest lines to be written As soon as I can learn to dream again, I swear to my pen, I shall write. 

So you might have guessed from the title that I'm socially awkward. I certainly hope so, its so much easier when your reader understands what you're trying to express. Much like having a friend. Which brings me to the topic of the essay (see what I did there?). Throughout the course of our lives, we inevitably create bonds of companionship and comradery which make our lives more livable and worthwhile. And even though the fact that we all make friends is undebatable; there is a pronounced difference in the rate and voracity with which different individuals make these relationships.  There are people that I have come across in life, who seem to connect to people with an ease that would make James Bond doubt his social skills. They seem to know exactly what to say and whom to say it to. And most amazingly, they can make time for most of the connections they make. Don't get me wrong here, I am not saying that this habit or these people ought to be corrected. On the contrar...

Round and round it goes, Whence it starts is a mystery When it will end Is an answer I do not know. The sands of time are running out For me that is. For you it may be the start Of wondrous tales yet to pass. Slowly the clock ticks Unhindered in its path. It has a proclivity it seems To erase all that has passed. The leaves, they fall They die, they grow anew. Until perdition and indeed beyond Time will have the final laugh. And life moves on like it's nothing new Yet it bequeaths unto us a force That makes it feel forever fresh That is the gift of love my friend - It makes the world go round. Walk hand in hand, Witness the joys of life. And unlike the select few, You needn't encounter strife.

They walk hand in hand. From their quaint home Till the bus stand. Their eyes shall never part. Either this life or the next They will feel each other's heart. Their hearts beat together now Though when time will have taken it toll They will beat together still. They are lovers, forever entwined In the loving embrace of love They will never grow old to find That they have lived with each other enough So sees the man across the street. And as tears roll down his cheek Though he never know companionship For a moment, his heart did skip a beat. 

Hello There! How do you do? I'm sure you're well I'm fine here And hope you're well too. Isn't the water too cold? I swear its true. Nay, it feels fine against my skin. I'm made of a tougher mold. Should I regale you with a tale of mine? Of a day at work. Or of my reminisces I promise to be worth your time. The talks start thus, and time starts to flow. I loose myself in the conversation. The company of my friend Makes my mood suddenly glow. But all good things must come to a close And I turn off the tap And as the water ceases to flow I turn my back to the mirror And slowly close the door.