David.

There is this guy I know.
Well, this man I know
and I think more about him
then he’ll ever know.

See, but this thing called time
and this torture called distance
beat and pound on our friendship
with utmost persistence.
We lose touch for months at a time, for instance..

Sometimes
my insides feel like something’s missing..
like a kidney, or a lung..
something important. I’m always reminiscing
of when we were young,
kissing on the swings that swung on our
playground, just because it was fun…
but we needed practice somehow!

We were inseparable, but look at us now.
The time that we allow to pass between
conversations
sometimes feels like shattered glass,
piercing a beautiful creation that’s 13 years
in the makin’.

And I’ll tell you now, that months may go by
and it sucks, but that’s life. But a phone call or text
and I’ll be by right your side.

And I’ll never give up-
because OUR bond is tough
Like a 2 dollar steak,
except what WE have
would make filet mignon taste fake.

HAHA.. See, I can make jokes,
but let’s be real,
 we’re not the average “friend” folks.
We’ve been close since I was
6 years old..
and not once have I felt
your heart of gold grow cold.

You’ve been right there for me
physically.
Mentally.
Anyway you could be
through my hardships-
and I always knew you would be.

And I know that times right now
are hard for you..
But I’m armored up, and I’ll take the scars for you.
Don’t fold your cards, you’ve been dealt a great hand.
Some things will happen that weren’t planned,
but I help you through them the best that I can.

I guess what I’m really trying to have known
is that I realize I’m bad at answering the phone,
and sometime’s it might seem like I don’t really care,
but I want you to know, It’s the opposite, I swear..
The piece of my heart that YOU occupy
can never be replaced by another.
No guy will come between us, no girl friend will either..
NOTHING in this world will be a divider.

David Laratta,
You ARE my BEST friend
And that will forever remain true.
Because I, Amber Corcoran,
won’t allow this to end,
and I will ALWAYS love you.

*Amber

So, You Want To Be A Writer?

A great poem by Charles Bukowski.

If it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.

If you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.

If you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.

If you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.

If you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.

If it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.

If you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you,
do something else.


If you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

Don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.

The libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.

Don't add to that.

Don't do it.

Unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.

Unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

When it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

There is no other way.
And there never was.

Selfish?

I don’t want to erase you from my mind…
But I wish more than anything 
 that I could erase myself from yours.

*Amber