jace

5 Comments

Tags:
  • Death

    jace


    jace
    i know you loved the feeling of getting high
    but why did you have to get in that car
    thinking about it makes me wanna cry
    you could have gone so far
    jace
    you'll always be my best friend
    but my life came crashing down
    when i heard your life was brought to and end
    i couldn't even make a sound
    jace
    if you were still here i know what you would say
    you'd say blame the pole
    well blaming the pole will not heal
    the permanent hole.. in my heart
    jace
    i was at home reading
    when the phone rang
    i almost didn't answer it
    now i wish i didn't
    jace
    maybe if i didn't answer that call
    it would make it not real
    i woke up said there's no time to stall
    the whole way there i didn't know what to feel
    jace
    not all hope i lost
    maybe ill see you again someday
    but you had to pay the highest cost
    i'm still not willing to give you away
    jace

    Poem Comments

    (5)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    kpeery09 commented on jace

    01-16-2010

    Very Nice...sorry to hear of your friend, trust me I know that feeling, its not a fun one not at all. I give you 10

    kage commented on jace

    01-16-2010

    good work i liked it ,we travel in a land filled with loss it is sad that sometimes we lose the ones we care about

    queenrosered commented on jace

    01-16-2010

    WOW! Losing a good friend, lover or relative is NEVER easy and takes years, decades sometimes, to get over and your poem here is an awesome tribute to Jace. Thanks for allowing us this glimpse of your hurt and into your soul my poetic friend! Love, Rose. XD (Adam Lambert soooo kicks ass, lol!) Thanks!!

    saint010 commented on jace

    03-22-2009

    this is AMAZING!

    brandon commented on jace

    03-12-2009

    i lost a friend in a street racing accident he went to pass the guy in a curve and hit some 1 head on

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    raych33’s Poems (19)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    a daughters love 2
    if ands or buts 1
    dad 7
    not enough time 6
    daddy 5
    bruises 4
    i know you 4
    sleepless 4
    he lost it 1
    dont know 1
    lifes to short 3
    truth 3
    insane 11
    jace 5
    what is it? 1
    random 2
    games 2
    wrong 1
    brandon? 7