The -ERs Around US

ALL AROUND us are
–silent watchers
–scene makers

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Can You Call This Thing A Poem About Friendship?

There are loads of definitions of friendship
they said if you do this-and-that thing
or if you didn’t do this-or-that thing
then you’re considered as a friend

No, I Don’t Miss Him

WE’VE KNOWN each other for some time
acquaintances altered into close friends
yet it seems like I’ve known you all along

Walk On By

PEOPLE COME and go.

Yet, somewhere in the process,

some makes a stop

Away From Me

I LET you travel into oblivion
and my world, slower it may seem, keeps on spinning
You should travel farther!
Far away… Away from me.

You should, under any circumstances, never return
and my…. you pierced me with your ignorance
I should really turn my back and,
Never hope for your affection that truly never comes

Pretence

I HATED you
For the tenderness you lack

I hated me
For the expectations I had

You hated me
For the sweetness I lack

You hated you
For the impatience you had

I love you
For all that you are

You love me
For all that I am

Pretence can you just leave?

 

★ Just Andy
2013

The Way The World Is

HE ADMIRES her and the feelings are mutual
he wanted to witness her smile
she wanted to stare into his eyes

Both responded in stillness
he witnessed her smile
she stared into his eyes

A Little Death

DRIFTED SOUL
into the veil of oblivion
Pierced heart
through a hand of a comrade

Words are of no use
Feelings are of no sense

To Act And To React

DEAREST JOHN,

     It’s been too long since the last time I’ve written to you..

     I don’t understand and I don’t wanna understand. I’m just glad that we seems okay even if we’re not writing for some time. Okay in a way.

     Maybe that’s all I needed; not to think of what other people are telling about us, especially about me. You may not know it since you’re far and it is better this way. It is much better not minding them (some people) knowing they are waiting for me to react.