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Why should I text first?
This made us fall apart
Ignorance from her
Generated hatred in my heart.

Days, weeks and months passed
Nothing changed and the ego lasts.

We changed our routes
We changed our ways
Avoided to see each other
With Ignorance on our face.

But one day suddenly
Happened something unexpected
We had an eye contact
which left us deeply affected.

However i tried to ignore
her as we both use to do
But she gave me a smile
with waving her hands too.
I too did the same as a reply to her
and continued to walk on my way.

Now we just give fake smiles to each other.
Now we are not friends anymore like we used to be.

Ego brought us to this point
But who knows if its not the end yet.
Nevena Todorovic Oct 2017
this poem is about Me
Me me me
Me with a gun on my tongue
Me and my g.o.o.o.o.o.o.lden bullets
aimed at ... ?
Me, blowing bubbles in my mind
not caring what the plan is
Me, imperfect
Unperfect me

me as Myself incarnate
Renaissanced
rising from a shell
Thoughts
creeping up the bone
Me me me
my meat
Meeting at the gap
me alone

Acceptance
sitting on the ridge of my nose
so far removed
from rejection
Who is the warmth of the past?
It's me
The mist of the unknown
Me
Spilling forgiveness like liquor
bridging
across the ridges

here's me
Unhinged - again
Unabridged
Spilt
not spent

Splitting my way through
the covers
falling through space
what dimension?
Spilling back
into myself
Introspect.
Andreas Simic Oct 2017
Lost Words©

It was only later
After seeing him hooked up to a ventilator

That I realized what he had said
And a reflection came that I would later retread

For deep down inside I always knew
That my dad was there for me as I grew

He was harsh and intense on occasion
Some would even call it abrasion

But there was that other side
When we were alone me along for the ride

He did his duty as a father
Bringing home the bacon with little bother

But the lessons taught
Were what I bought

How to strive
To stay alive

To be the best I can be
For all to see

Have kindness for my fellow man
Help wherever I can

Be a father to a son
Be there to protect everyone

Give a care
If you dare

That tomorrow will be a better day
When you get ego out of the way

As I sit here to lament
I recall those lost words he had repent

After waiting all those long years
And though he is long gone they still bring me tears

Those lost words you ask “I love you…”

Andreas Simic©
Poetic T Oct 2017
When words are spoken
      then man will ponder on every meaning.
Roads will be viewed
          and taken upon the thoughts of all.

Some will say there road is the true one,
       while others will say theres is higher
                                         than those below..

Putting them on a ledge of ego and contemplation..
Kashif Riaz Oct 2017
Under the shadow of your ego
Many days have passed
I know you are also missing me there
but not a single word came
Somewhere inside me
Your kinda ego
developing here too
I hate the habit
which we both have
not ready to accept
We love each other
Star BG Sep 2017
I asked my ego mind to back away
from interfering with the flow of life.
But it would not listen.

I asked repeatedly to stop it's spew of judgments, that stifled my freedom.
But it wouldn't listen.

I asked spirt to help me recognizey
ego's claw of control.
When showed to focus,
I put an end to ego's jargon
inside peace I a-go.
Plague of the ego mind everyone has it. It's a matter of recognizing it and choosing not to listen.   A in ago  means amazingly or awesomely you pick it. :)
I've always heard that you can't fight together if you're both not in the ring;
But what if we're both in but not fighting for the same thing?!
Because I found myself always fighting for your heart while you were fighting me to save your ego
I was fighting to understand and to be understood
While you fought to muffle my voice with yours.
My concerns were held in chokeholds-
Unreleased even as I was wheezing and suffocating.
You were trained for this and I have no idea what I was thinking;
But I'm tapping out...
Seema Sep 2017
You say my writes are crap, then darling you are no less than a running tap. Spilling filthy dirt from a cramped chimed teeth ugly with gaps. Like a piano with missing keys. Crowds move away like you are a queen of fleas. Don't let my temper wave you in the deep sea. Chill out and enjoy your coffee or tea. Mind your own freaky business and keep your nose in your face. Else, I'll grab your ego out and you will not be able to trace. You write rap and you labelled mine crap. Beware am a nasty cat and you are a swampy rat. Shall I continue praising you or are you satisfied, you little brat!!


©sim
FUN WRITE
Some people just can't keep their nose fixed on their face.
Doris Sep 2017
When we first talked I remember his look.       He saw right through me

And that’s what he took

Smells thick, heavy like mulch beneath 

I knew then

This is Fearless hunting the lamb

And there it all began

Jump without looking into the depths

Run into his arms 

Into his story

His dream 

His land

Ocean rising and pulling from the shores
Up in the clouds, filling the air

Fueling the eye that would not spare
  
Destroyed sobs heard the silent screams of despair

And it was then he did not care.

He stood, tall and proud and I the glare
The ghost chewed eaten discarded 

Stalked, chased and charmed; capture a beauty for his arm,

Release and dangle close for treats

This lasted for months and weeks

The tune never changed

The hum jolting up right

The beast no longer hungry

As he’d been fed

Stuffed like a coward on his king like bed,
who else knew these sheets, lies, loves in lust.

Eats for two, awaiting the fight, his song loud like the ego he bore

Until I faded

A glare…No more.
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