Ok! This is mine! It's really sad, and my inspiration came from the last time I said goodbye to my friend. 

River of Tears

A tear dribbles down my cheek, 

rolling along the same path the last one took. 

I think about my best friend, 

the look on her face as she drove away. 

And it sends a waterfall of tears 

dripping 

from my chin. 

When we said our goodbyes, and she got in the car,

the sadness showing through her eyes,

And my eyes, full with the tears that are now spilling. 

Memories of our last embrace, the one which was the tightest, the longest, and the most bittersweet,

Still hang in the air around me. 

Me, so broken-hearted, so despairing

Shedding some of the saddest tears of my life.

And my only wish is that

My closest friend 

Could be here

To dry them.   

SONG OF THE SEA

Ebbing, flowing

That is my song

Swirling, whirling

Come dancing along

The song of the sea

Is the call of the gull

The whalesong you hear

In stories long ago

It's the crash and thrash

Of water in storm

The soft pitter patter

Of water meeting water

The song of the sea

Is the song we all hear

The song in our hearts

The one we remember

The song of the mermaids and sirens and swimmers

Who show off our love of the sea with deep shivers

If you live by the sea, you grow up hearing it

If you live far, you grow up longing it

But always, yes always

The song continues

Through war and bloodshed and negative things

The sea is still singing

Giving its gift 

I usually don't step out of my own life to tell a story in my poetry, but the image that popped into my head when I heard the words "to whatevery end" prompted a story of two sisters (who look alike, aparently) separated by life and death and glass.

To Whatever End

Every time I look in the mirror
my sister stares back at me.
I can see her in my eyes

trying to claw her way back out
into the land of the living.
just the glass separates us now

the glass and one tiny crack
that’s been growing larger and
larger ever since I bought the mirror.

One day it will be wide enough
for me to crawl through;
what profound abyss waits for me

on the other side? 

will my wold of glass keep cracking
even after I’m gone?
Will it remember the long hours

I spent staring
watching the fracture
between our worlds

waiting for the day
I would fall in
and disappear.

My world is made of glass;
all it takes is one tiny crack
and everything

is splintered. 

This was a very strange poem inspired by The Fault In Our Stars. Oh well, I have no other ideas… 

we talk about death like it's nothing

painting our faces white 

skeletons, dancing through the numbered days

planning our futures out, ending at age 25 

to whatever end we come to

will you be there?

when we're drowned by the fluid in our own lungs 

betrayed by the body we call our own

will you mourn?

when our hearts finally decide to give up

will you be there?

will you stay with us

the few, the cursed

to whatever end? 

Concrete Poem anyone? Well, here it is!

Eh, maybe less of a poem and more art, but here it is! 

To Whatever End 

~

The war is over

and there is a silence.

A quiet,

a resting-peace,

an exhale 

of long-held breath.

The sky still smells

(slightly)

of smoke 

but it's clearing

and the scents of the forest

are beginning to return.

They're standing on the porch.

Side-by-side,

not touching,

not talking

side-by-side, but very alone.

"We won," he says

and his voice cracks.

"I didn't think we would," she replies

turning to look at him,

at the arching curve of his jaw, 

shilouetted

in the setting sunlight.

He still stands, gaze fixated

at the sky,

unmoving

but for his fingers tapping

one – two – three,

one – two – three, 

on the splintery porch-railing:

"Was it worth it?" 

He finally glances at her, 

searching her face—

the cupid's-bow arch of her lips,

the smooth upturn of her nose, 

her eyes like pools of liquid chocolate—

for reaction.

She stares back up at him,

mouth slightly open, 

because he looks so different

than she's ever seen him,

vulnerable, unsure.

And her eyes drop

to their hands,

dangling 

by their respective sides  

inches apart,

miles away.

"I don't know."

She isn't looking at him

but she can hear the slow

long sigh

as he exhales.

He's tired.

He's so tired, so broken.

How hasn't she seen, before?

Before, before?

Before the war, when his left cheek was smooth,

absent of that hairline-thin, jagged scar

that he hides under hoodies?

Before, when he grinned lopsided at her,

so brave, so handsome, so freaking beautiful and stupid?

Before, when she was afraid they would lose,

he'd grab her shoulders,

pull her close, 

so she could hear the quiet,

mingling thumps

of their hearts

and he would whisper, 

"We will not lose.

We will go

to whatever end." 

And he did— they did —and because, because,

the war is over.

And there is a silence. 

And he is tired,

and she is scared.

They have won,

but she fears

she may

have

lost

him. 

~~

Mine's not as good as any of these others, and maybe a little darker too, but I still wanted to enter it. I can write a new one if it's no okay, Admins. 

To Whatever End, Whatever Cost

With nary a sight but the black wing of a crow

Sweeping over a battlefield, speckled with snow

I trudge onwards, hearing my breath rasp out with claws

That tear at me, sharp as steel

I force them to fall away.

Not today. Not today.

There–there! There!

Rage fuels my body, burning embers of pure hate

My limbs, stiffened by an icy cold, find power,

the will to go on.

With each footstep I sink into the snow

And with each step another tear gathers in the corner of my eye

Slipping down my frozen skin to softly indent the field below me

I ache,

I am weary,

Exhaustion drags at me like dark, lapping waves

Yet I find the strength to go on

But for what, I don’t know…

Somewhere, he is here.

I stare out across the war-ravaged field,

eyes tired and dripping with exhaustion

A choked scream escapes my throat

A pent-up cry of fear at what I will find

But I must search…

I must…

I…

To whatever end, I must go on…

Well, okay then. This poem is a little… odd, but… We'll see where it goes.
—
Living in an hourglass
Feeling the everlasting, unstoppable rush of the sand as
Time
Ticks by.
We are in a world where every human face
Morphs and bends daily into a
Clock.
Where every second word we let slip from our lips is
Late
Early
In a hurry.
Time.
We think we rule our lives, that we are kings
But somewhere in the background a
Puppeteer stands, laughing at our
Naivete. Because he knows we are
Powerless.
He lets us play a game, pretending, like toddlers, that
We are the masters of our future
We can do anything.
But he knows he controls us in every move
Because we are the prisoners of
Time’s
Grasp. The prisoners of
Our own invention.
We fly helplessly onward, looking forward to
Things that we may never reach, looking back to
Things we can never come back to.
Our jail cell is invisible, yet invincible.
He ties us don with hour as ropes
Gaggs us with minutes
Blindfolds us with seconds
And the watches our daily struggle with the
Triumphant smile of a
Malicious overlord.
Once in awhile, he gifts us free
Time
And the laughs in his sleeve at the irony
As we choke greedily on the poisonous delicacy.
Free, he calls it, yet at what a price it comes!
Mixed in and bittered up with guilt and longing
And, as everything in our life,
Timed.
Because as much as we like to pretend we live in
Blissful ignorance
We know, deep in our hearts that every made us
Second
Every imaginary
Hour
Keeps sending us inevitably closer
Towards Whatever’s end.

Rampion and Jacob (Otherwise known as Rapunzel and Jacob) 

Falling,                                                                                                You're falling.

I see you.                                                                                                    As do I.

Watch as we are torn apart.                                                                

Wordless scream.

Pain,                                                                                              

Heart shattered. 

That I will endure,                

for you.                                                                                                            

No, don't!

Never to see that light you showed me again.

I love you.

Don't leave me.

Silence answers.                                        

Mother killed you.

I'm here.

But I don't see you.

I'll find you. 

You'd better. 

No matter 

Whatever                                                                                                  Whatever

Happens.

I will find you.

As will I. 

I love you.                                                                                                   I know.