Mark Edward Shoultz, Jr.
Well, like I said a few entries ago, I'm not really one to post my writings on an online forum such as this.
I'll send things to individual people, but not an open post.
I wrote something last night.
I was trying to get some ideas flowing for a Creative Writing assignment, and these last two lines came out unconsciously.
I wasn't even thinking about him at the moment, but the lines came out anyway.
So, I did what I could to develop the idea.
It's actually one of my most personal poems in terms of the response it brings from me.
One of my only, if not only, that brings me close to breaking down.
Anyways, I used LiveJournal long before this incident, so for those online friends who don't know..
My first childhood friend died in April.
I took it really hard for awhile.
We hadn't talked much the last couple of years of his life, but he meant a lot to me, especially after my mother walked out.
One of the few who could constantly make me laugh and keep my spirits high.
He really helped in the rebuilding of my life soon after.
For this, I always have a positive memory of him.
Mark Edward Shoultz, Jr.
We met when I was just a boy of twelve
He was always one to command a room
For hours into laughter and mischief we would delve
They were quite fond days, I would assume
He was something of a best friend; a brother
When after the changing of times came
His home and family became mine; my father, my mother
But we drifted apart, and for that I take sole blame
He laid into final rest on the twenty-third of April
He left behind a wife, Whitney, and a son, Mark
Sometimes I believe with reconnection, he would be here still
His grandmother told me of love, he had a clever remark--
He always said in return, "I love you more."
I hope he found the peace he was searching for.
I'll send things to individual people, but not an open post.
I wrote something last night.
I was trying to get some ideas flowing for a Creative Writing assignment, and these last two lines came out unconsciously.
I wasn't even thinking about him at the moment, but the lines came out anyway.
So, I did what I could to develop the idea.
It's actually one of my most personal poems in terms of the response it brings from me.
One of my only, if not only, that brings me close to breaking down.
Anyways, I used LiveJournal long before this incident, so for those online friends who don't know..
My first childhood friend died in April.
I took it really hard for awhile.
We hadn't talked much the last couple of years of his life, but he meant a lot to me, especially after my mother walked out.
One of the few who could constantly make me laugh and keep my spirits high.
He really helped in the rebuilding of my life soon after.
For this, I always have a positive memory of him.
Mark Edward Shoultz, Jr.
We met when I was just a boy of twelve
He was always one to command a room
For hours into laughter and mischief we would delve
They were quite fond days, I would assume
He was something of a best friend; a brother
When after the changing of times came
His home and family became mine; my father, my mother
But we drifted apart, and for that I take sole blame
He laid into final rest on the twenty-third of April
He left behind a wife, Whitney, and a son, Mark
Sometimes I believe with reconnection, he would be here still
His grandmother told me of love, he had a clever remark--
He always said in return, "I love you more."
I hope he found the peace he was searching for.