Who Am I When I’m With Me

Who is me when I’m writing my random thoughts
and no words seem to fit in [edited this line for the nth time already..]

Who is me when I’m reading undownable novels
dying to know the ending and still looking for more

Who is me when I’m sketching other artists’ works
not being able to finish an art of my own Continue reading

ROBERT

Ricocheted intensity of such voice
Over thy ears, it seems like a noise.
Bewildered by the owner of such,
Engulfed by his stories that much.
Rumblings of facts he knew,
Telling to you those which are new. Continue reading

Do You?

When I feel down and bad
Do you think of hugging me?

When I don’t know what to do anymore
Do you think of holding my hand?

When we’re taking a night walk
Do you think of us? Continue reading

D.r.e.a.m.s

DREAMS… WHO says it’s not real?

 

 

What is real then?

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

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. Continue reading

To Walk Away; An Open Letter Of Sarah To John

DEAREST JOHN,

       I may not remember this exact date (so I won’t write the date today). But I’ll probably remember this day. The day I’ve finally decided to let you go. It may be absurd because you are not mine –you never were. What I meant of letting you go is that, I’ve decided to walk out of your life.

      Yes I know it’s not totally your loss. It was surely mine. You may not even notice that I’m gone. Continue reading