These are poems originally posted to an account of which I was one of four Admins, created to honor a friend of mine.

He recently requested that I delete this account, but I didn't want to delete the poems. That would have been... sad. So here they are.

STALKERS:

Some people think we're stalkers-

But that's a lying curse,

It isn't true at all!

We walk your hallowed hall,

Because we love you!

You're amazing, yes its true!

You've been through a lot-

And you're often distraught.

But you keep moving forward,

Even when it's hard.

And we love you, DC,

You're the man!

So whenever you feel down,

And you want to take your pound

Of flesh and run,

Think of us, hun.

We'll always be here,

With an ear to hear.

Cause even though we're stalkers,

(we prefer 'fanners')

We're still proof that shares-

There's always someone who cares.

FLY TO YOU:

DC.

What to say about you?

You are so many things,

And all of them are true.

First of all-

A shoutout.

Anonymous!

Just- wow.

I could not believe it

When I read your profile page.

I literally laughed SO HARD-

You'll be all the rage.

Now- to the subject of this.

DC.

How many times have I said I'm sorry?

How many times this race have I ran?

How many times have I commiserated-

This is for those times.

I'm stuck here,

In this place melancholy finds.

You're stuck there-

So very, very far away.

I can't get to you,

Except with these words I say.

So I say them,

Over and over, it's true.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I can't heal you.

I wish I could.

If ever the chance arose,

You know I would.

Fly to you,

Run to you,

Hold you,

That's what I'd do.

Tell you it's all right.

Tell you it's okay.

Promise that forever,

That's how it will stay.

But all of these things,

About me you know.

And since that's the case,

Here's where I'll go.

HIGH DIVE

He says there is no God

And the world is an awful place

But i've seen him on the high dive

The hope and pride in his eyes

NEW DAY

I guess it's hard for most

To understand

The reasons that I feel the need

To always hold your hand.

I know some people-even you-

Have had some wrong impressions.

The truth is simple though-

I'm one for learning lessons.

This poem's not that great,

I'll never be as good as you.

But that's okay, I realize-

I'm happy as me, it's true.

All I want, when it comes to you,

Is to put a smile on your face.

I fail more than I succeed,

And I know it's not my place

To want to help you.

But when you strip it down,

Take away all situations,

I'm just a broken clown.

I couldn't smile for a long time,

But you taught me how.

For that I'll be forever grateful,

In fact I still am, even now.

Maybe this sounds selfish,

And maybe that's because it is.

But I hope you know, my friend,

I'm here because of this.

I guess it's hard to understand.

It's hard to explain this way.

But I stay here for you,

To hope you see a new day.