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Apr 2014 · 1.8k
Corners
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Corners.
Corners.
Everywhere I look there are corners.

Windows,  no windows.
No doors.
No brightness, no light.
No escape in sight.

Cornered, I feel cornered.
They're pointing fingers.
They are. Who are they?
Who are they to tell me,
To sit between corners.

Corners, I feel cornered.
They are trying to erase every memory,
Making me lose track.

Corners, around the cornered.
When you feel cornered,
Look carefully,
There might be a crack.
Another poem about today's society, being pushed and cornered into who you are 'meant to be' in everyone else's plan for you, not your own.
Apr 2014 · 462
Untitled
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Where did you come from?
Where are you heading?
Moments pass us by,
As our dreams are shedding.

To be or to not,
No idea.
All I can do is wish and hope,
Hoping you are near.

Missing and Forgetting,
Two separate points of view.
All I can do is miss what we had,
Forgetting is not an option, when it comes to you.

So where did you come from?
Would you take me there?
Where are you heading?
This world is big enough to share.
Apr 2014 · 1.7k
Untitled
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Change is changing - the changes that we made.
No time for abiding by Human Rights,
When it means someone isn't getting paid.
Very short poem based on the deviousness of the hierarchy in Leadership and Governments.
Apr 2014 · 307
Untitled
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Don't wipe away ur tears dear,
Even though they're telling u to.

Who are they to tell u?
Asking u to wipe away the truth!
Apr 2014 · 644
Dear Friend,
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
Dear Friend,
Thank you for being there.
When was the last time I said thank you and you knew that I meant it?
When was the last time, we laughed at the rules and then we bent them?
Memories fade, as the years go by.
Though with you memories seem like yesterday.

Do you remember all that we went through,everything that we had done.
All the memories we made, every moment, in my heart, I've saved.

Just looking at the pictures, a moment of our youth.
Those moments how I miss them, young and unafraid to speak the truth.


Maybe, Maybe, one day we will meet,
and whenever that may be, I'm sure we will recapture the memories.
Just like yesterday, we say, although it has been years,
Since we created each others smiles and wiped away each others tears.

Dear friend,
I sure do miss you,
I remember you for a moment at the least in my days,
when we'd discuss our issues, then we'd forget them and play.
How about the times we fought battles for one another,
or the moments we fought each other?,
and then we laughed at those times, and moved on from it all in a day.
Do you remember them? My friend, how can I forget,
all those years gone by and still a clear memory of how we first met.

Maybe, Maybe, one day we'll meet,
and whenever that may be, we can remake our history.
Maybe, Maybe, one day we'll meet,
until then my old friend, I hope your safe and happy.


If I don't see you, If life has taken us to far,
like the waves of the ocean, like a long lost star,
Remember that I remember you, and never forget the times we shared,
My friend, I will always be here, **and in my heart, you will always be there.
Like a letter to an old friend. Written as a poem, and also possible song lyrics.

Enjoy.

Note: Warning: All my works are protected by Copyright laws and I will not take any copying (stealing) lightly.

Copyright © 2014 All Rights Reserved by Kaye B. Anderson
Apr 2014 · 4.4k
Pressure
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
See there,
Be there,
Hear there,
Breathe there.

Though you're here, Not there?
Pressure - to be there.
To see there,
To hear there,
To think, live and breathe - there
Pressure - to be there.
Unfair.
Pressure - to be untrue,
To be everything,
**Everything but YOU
Poem on the pressure's of today's society - letting go of one's true dreams and desires, needs and wants, to go along with what society has labelled wrong, right, better or worse.
Apr 2014 · 1.7k
Untitled
Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014
They're there - Their tangled.
Another love triangle.
Their there! They're 3,
Him & Her,
And then there was me.
playing with the words There, their, they're.

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