On a Plane Going Somewhere

This is a prompt my best friend gave me. To write a poem as if he was dead. As if I was speaking at his funeral. It is, by far, the hardest thing I've ever written.

The earth was blessed 

with a beautiful mind.

A mind leaving behind 

words of indescribable meaning.

A mind which would 

take centuries to understand.

A mind of which 

I couldn't help but love.

This man gave me strength.

Gave me tough love

when it was needed most.

Showed me how to 

trust my heart.

Showed me light in 

my darkest of days.

The stars gained a 

brighter soul to look 

over this unbalanced world.

He lies in front of us, 

pen in hand, 

headphones in,

hoodie on his back with 

vans on his feet 

as if it was a regular day.

Believers never die,

they live on within 

the souls of every 

life they've touched.

To wish for one more hug. 

A simple smile that could

turn a Phoenix into

a pile of ash.

Let his life not be a waste.

Live on through his words;

"We're rebels against sleep 

and our beds our caskets."

Live with every breath.

Give with every heart.

Breathe into every minute

as if its your last.

You'll have time to 

sleep once you're 

lowered into the ground.

To live without a brilliant 

mind will be troubling 

and dark, but I'll let the 

sun kiss my cheek 

and tell me it's alright.

You will never be alone, 

he'll be by your side.

As its time to say goodbye, 

it'll never be forever.

Just until our eyes 

glance once more together.

Until we're able to 

make our ending 

soundtracks and spin 

records off our fingertips.

It's never the end 

until the credits roll.

Let the doves capture 

his soul and fly to the skies.

He's where the big 

stars never die.

He's somewhere beyond

imagination.

Somewhere to heal our

broken dreams.

He's somewhere he can

continue to touch our

souls and push us towards

a more beautiful life.

Fairy Tales

I used to sleep in my best dresses. I would always leave my window cracked. I wanted Peter to take me away. To show me a world with no worries. So young, but I wanted Peter to see me as Wendy. Beautiful yet stubborn. Adventurous yet cautious. I wanted him to fly to me in the middle of the night, to go do something beyond my wildest dreams.

Where was my fairy god-mother? I always wondered when she would appear. Give me a beautiful dress. Turn my cats into horses. Crab apples into a carriage. Dance the night away with a prince. Under the stars. In the rain. But not run away. Just stay. Stare into each others eyes and float into the clouds.

My adventures into the worlds always made me hope I'd get lost. That the wind would show me a way to a little cottage and seven little men would come in, of all emotions, and welcome me to their home. They'd keep me safe and try their hardest when I mistakenly take an apple from a little old lady to make my cheeks fill with color once more.

What if my hair was magical? It would grow and grow. I wouldn't mind living in a tower if a handsome thief came and stole my heart. He'd show me the world and fall in love. Change his ways. Do to extreme measures to keep me safe. And I'd do the same.

What if I kissed a frog and I turned into a frog? We'd go around, trying to figure out how to turn back but in the process fell in love without trying? Thinking that two opposites could love so fast. We would stay as frogs as long as we needed in order to stay together and that love would turn us into our selves once again.

Could he take me to a whole new world? Fly across the globe on a carpet, singing of what could be. Have him try to impress me when all he needs is to be himself. We could make the world a better place by spreading the love we have for each other.

I could fall in love with a beast but see the man that he is. His heart would shine. He'd give me a library, knowing my joy of reading and learning. I'd protect him from the terrible people that wanted nothing more than to destroy him. I'd keep him safe and let my love give him joy and turn him back to the man he once was.

I'd like to imagine life could be a fairy tale. Imagine myself within the walls of a castle, a magical land or endless woods. To have the love of my life sing to me. To watch a love blossom and give me hope that not all is lost. To have a gentleman to show me these lost boys know nothing about being a man because they never found a reason to grow up.