Earth and Sky

Okay, just an easier format to read rather then scrolling down so far for the poems.
This is between me and the lovely Alex.

The first one isn't here, just the second.
And Alex started first!

I'm surrounded by goddesses
in a fertile, growing land.
They talk to me and are friendly,
but it wasn't in my plan.

I only wanted to be with you
and waste our own time.
Not stand here for hours
waiting for you to cross the line.

Cause it seems like years
Since you've fully been with me.
Instead you have hims and hes
that fulfill all your needs.

But who will stay here
while you go out to play?
I wish I could be you
and stay happy each day.

But nobody thinks of me
as kind or full of beauty,
since I stand next to a girl
always wild, crazy and free.

So when the boy next to me
says, "Let's trade for a bit",
I'm the only girl left
without a guy on my hip.

Me:

What goddesses?
Fertile, growing land?
But aren't you the sun
That lets them all dance?

See, I'm happy
That you see me that way
I'd give everything, you know
To go back to those days.

But, we're grown up now.
We can't cling to the times
When life was so easy
Without reason or rhyme

No one thinks of you?
I do, every day.
I look to my side
And despise that space

We're friends, remember?
In the past, future, now
So, let's forget all this
And make-up, somehow.

The question is this.
You're there, I'm here.
Who's really the one waiting
Behind with fear?

Alex:

I am a cloud,
only floating by,
and you laugh at my tears
and my painful cries.

You never liked me then,
you hate me now.
It was always fake--
I know that now.

I haven't grown up,
I'm still young and strong.
But for you its been forever
and that's too long.

What space do you have left,
with those boys you say you love
when I used to be the one
you called your golden dove.

Make-up is not a word
I can use with you.
Because it's what's on your face
when you leave with your crew.

I have no fear of you,
only of what you've become.
I don't want to be another person
that you just drag along.

So answer me now,
before you leave again,
what happened to us?
Why can't I call you a friend?

Me:

If that's how you'll play it
Then I'll do the same
I'm not that snobby
To refuse your game.

How can you say never?
Were you ever me?
Look at me--look
Can you even see?

Or, have things gone so far
That your eyes are coated with dark
To be able say (so blithely)
Such a hurtful remark.

So I want to be loved.
What of it? Don't you?
Is it wrong to believe
That I don't need truth?

Fear me? Fear me?
What is it you fear?
My laugh? My friends?
Or the things I wear?

This hand? Mine.
Its been outstretched for so long.
Please take it. Please.
This fight is too wrong.

Alex:

Who said I was snobby?
I didn't know that's what you thought.
But I guess I should expect to be
just another monster you've caught.

You've told me everything.
I know all your truths.
It's why I've been standing here,
looking for the roots.

Because I need to know what started this.
I know I'm never this sad.
I'm just tired of you turning everything I say
into something that makes you mad.

For you to say that,
it's so easy to be you.
But I can never find love
when it's all that you do.

You run into it so easily,
fearless, unlike me.
I'll never be you, pretty or beautiful,
It's something even other can see.

How can you say that
we shouldn't be fighting.
I'm only saying what I feel inside--
you're the one that's lying.

Me:

It's hard to talk with reason
When all the things I say
Seem to twist themselves to different things,
But, alright, I'll accept this fate.

Please note: I never claimed you snobby
So don't take that to heart.
But I do believe I have the right
To feel hurt at your remarks.

"You never liked me then,
You hate me now."
Was quite the sharp blow
Can you see how?

You seem to make a few assumptions
Of what you think me to be
I'm not lying, I'm not angry
And I've never wanted to be mean

I never viewed you a 'monster'
Nor did I ever take
Our friendship as something easy
To destroy or to create

You claim that you know my truths
Then say that I speak lies
So, please make up your mind now
What am I in your eyes?

I never said that it was easy
For someone to be me
So, I don't really know
What you want me to be.

Maybe you don't understand
And its a horrible shame
I've always wanted to remain friends
Not play this blaming game.

Alex:

You better accept it,
For that’s all your good for.
I’m tired of depending on you
And never getting anything more.

You have the right to feel that way,
Just as I have the right to say
I’m the one that’s bleeding
And can’t stand to do things your way.

I don’t understand how
That could have ever hurt you
Since I’m the one unloved
And deprived of the truth.

If you say this to me,
Why can’t you apologize?
I’m not as naïve as you think,
I see through your lies.

I’ve been with you so long,
It’s hard for me to believe
That you woke up one day
Wanting me to be the one to grieve.

In my eyes, you’re a tiger,
Mesmerizing with your beauty,
But when a lonely boy comes to you,
You only want to feed.

If it’s as difficult as you say,
Then why even try?
Why make others feel bad?
Is it worth another’s life?

I wish I could stay with you,
But it hurts me too much.
I need to find someone
That I can really trust.

Me:

Ah... I'm not sure how to respond
When all your words are blows.
If you really want me to apologize
Why didn't you tell me so?

I've been saying, all along,
That I wanted you as a friend
Didn't we say, long ago,
We'd be together 'till the end?

I'm quite ready for us to pause
Before it becomes too late
I'm just not sure if you'd do the same
Or rather let us break

But, I'm not you
I'm not patient, gentle, kind.
Frankly, I've not the heart to wait
Until you've changed your mind

I've tried to make my anger clear
At your incredulous, scalding claims
And I've tried the soft, pleading words
To end this frightful game

Still, you see things I don't
I'm a liar? A tiger? What next?
You say you want to 'stay with me'
But, hm, who can really guess.

Please respond to your own question,
'Why make others feel bad?'
There's no point in calling you back
When you only want to make me sad

I'm crying. You've done it.
Are you feeling accomplished now?
You've won the war, broken the queen,
Go don your victory gown.

In fact, just go, go leave.
Go chase your own fluttery fate.
I'd rather you leave me now
Then let your distrust become hate.

[Alex (That's me if you don't know!):

Did you not understand,
Why I came here at all?
Did you think I ever
only wanted to see you fall?

I remember that (So vaguely),
the words of the past.
How could they have been broken?
Why couldn't they last?

My heart's already broken,
It's seen much better days.
But you feel nothing for me.
For an end, you're much too late.

I must respond to that,
by saying you're the only one.
Nobody feels the same way.
I need to "Feel like [I've] won".

Why do you think this is all a game?
If it were, where are the rules?
What you're doing isn't fair.
Making my words seem like useless tools.

It's true, that I want to be with you.
You used to make me smile.
But now all you do is sadden me.
Laughter-- it's been a while.

So what, you're leaving me?
It wouldn't be the first time.
Deja vu- has this happened before?
Don't you dare draw that line.

Why yes, I must be,
for now you feel my pain.
I bet I'll look as pretty as you did
When you married that stupid king.

So you're telling me to go?
Out, to the dangerous streets?
I remember you saying you'd protect me.
Since when did you get cold feet?

Ugh.
You win.

I don't wanna write this poem any more.
Reading this makes me feel sad and depressed about myself...
It actually feels like someone's writing a hate poem at meee...and I, um, don't really like that feeling. ;~;

But seriously, next time we do something like this, let's make it about something other then being angry at each other, okay? D;
'Cause there's no progress happening on either sides, and this 'fight's gonna go on forevaaar...

Yay! It's sad how poem wars always end in forfeit... But now we're tied!

Aw, I don't hate you Sophie!!

Well what other nice emotion is there? Other than those cliche emotions like love... and happiness...

Well it will only go on forever if no one forfeits.

So Sophie, are we going to start another one? Because, if so, I would very much appreciate knowing what you have written. Otherwise the poem reading will be very short. There will only be one poem. And that would make me cry. You don't want me to cry, do you? YOU DON'T WANT TO BE A BULLY! No. You don't. Because Sophie is not a mean person. Are you, Sophie? ARE YOU??????!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?