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the people whom u think will stay till the end
will always leave at the end
don't worry the only thing they leave with
will be the pain
J J Feb 28
We will go together, you and I, into cities
strange,splendid and waiting to be taken by us so loving and so cruel

Passerbys can give us funny looks
and call us queer if they so please

Arms knotted at the elbow, so

Anyone else's thoughts will mean very little

We will trace our tiny feet along arcade flooring
adjacent to monumental parish churches

That scare you as if you were some son of Satan
And in that case I can role play as a son of Sam. All
we need now is a hound to pin our blames on.

Since coming of age
I've dwelled on Augustinian confessions
As forms of atonement

And you don't care
To hear of my sins that are not sins in your eyes,
That's why I've liked you for so long

Yet you strive to change me into something I am not
And that's why we never last and won't last. Still, the sky hangs

dimly sunny overhead and though miles divide us the sky's predictable mutation
impells planning like scripture does those who care to
worship and spread and undo and renounce

And I cannot wait to wander lost again,
this time with neither of us able to guide the other

And if nothing else, I am glad I could make it so you don't fear being lost as much, you're still

A nascent in my eyes although I first saw you as a father figure.
Isn't it funny how much you can watch someone change before

your very eyes? I hope you are dressed
and wearing your most robust boots,
seeing that those strange cities may call for us any moment now.
And I said nonono O ladyday!

(Now I love you like a brother)
so how does it feel now?? they asked
i feel myself like
finally after eternity of tears
Zywa Feb 26
I count all my friends

and am left with five fingers --


to shake hands with you!
Poem "Een hand" ("A hand", 2003, Bart Moeyaert)

Collection "Skin-contact"
Bundle of mischief,
Yet so friendly bond.
Bringing smile on my face,
Whenever they're around.
Living a little more,
With their Presence of mind.
A Divine Connection we share,
Which has no Despair.
Full of vigour,
Spreading energetic odour.
My People they are.
This vibe is so rare!
J J Feb 24
Nothing happens and as long as I'm sedated nothing can go about it's way blissfully

I can't stand to live another day across from you
But you know where I am if you need a place to stay

I've mistaken my killer for my twin before
And the aftermath is me left alone to answer:
What else have I got to lose?

Dart your eyes to the floor and keep them
there when you see me passing.
I don't bask in your fear, don't misunderstand me, I want the best for you that much has never changed
  nor will it ever

You just owe me as much to carry the burden of knowing me beyond skindeep head on lap fingers claw thru my hair cancelling out the noise nextroom and lets me think I could sleep if I wanted to,

Who'd you think you are to tell others I was never grateful?
My grace is all I've had for a while and that's what's been the matter
With or without you there to add and take away from me in that state
or parading as some other,
We both did it it's only human infact when we stopped imitating it was only right for us to fall apart

You take my silence as anger and consider yourself victorious
Baby I know you as well as you know me
We'd still be best of friends if you'd kept your shoes on,we both know that; but how can you expect forgiveness and for me to be thankful for you
Saying you forgive me
I'd be less stunned if you slapped me baby
I figured you out long before we gave up speaking then became you in your absence just to impersonate your company
Is that not a white flag being swayed by a dying captain?
Shame shame shame cast for all nearby spirits to observe and laugh at
if they so pleased

I bite my teeth and stomp my feet but nothing ever changes
Stick with it
Ashwin Kumar Feb 20
You are a gem of a friend
Whom it is very difficult to offend
I knew you as a colleague first
Your trustworthiness, is something to which I can completely attest
To work with, were you always fun
Because your mind was always open

You are a gem of a friend
Nothing gets past your clever mind
Not to mention, are you sweet as honey
Talking with you, is something I always enjoy
What I like about you the most
Is the fact, that when it cometh to speaking one's mind
You are undoubtedly one of the best
Because you always stand your ground
No matter what happens
Your courage is indeed immense

You are a gem of a friend
With whom it is not difficult to bond
Usually, no fan am I, of political discussions
However, for you can I make an exception
Imagine the fun we could have
Trashing the central government
I can already imagine your excitement
After all, you never shy away from a debate
A mere spark is enough
For your mind to ignite
Though your voice is the exact opposite of gruff!

You are a gem of a friend
To the world, are you a godsend
How do you manage your kids
Run the house
And work at the same time
Is something for which, an answer one cannot frame!!
Well, I do hope you take a pause
From time to time
Because you are indeed a hard worker
A great conversationalist and listener
And above all, a friend to remember!!
Yes, you are indeed a gem of a friend
With this, shall my poem end!!
Dedicated to Irene, my friend and former colleague.
Jeremy Betts Feb 15
I've already cried these tears, no need to cry them again
Wasted too many years behind pretend perfection
Faced my fears, even call a few of them friend
And no, they are not pretend
Attempted to flip enemies to allies, no more than a means to an end
But a good decision it was not, because the I I thought I was went missin'
Forced to change the base mission
Another unwanted end
A new forced new beginnin'
Ready or not, do we have to go again?
What are they odds the next one will be a win?

©2024
You could go on adventures together,
Enjoying a hot cup of mulled wine,
Or just share stories sitting on a couch,

Having an infinite amount of joy
Spreading ******* 10000 km away,
Finding secret codes, creating phrases.

Some threads work in close range,
Or they stretch out a far distance,
Tying with friends, new or old alike,

They melt the rock ice beneath,
Within the reach of your finite souls,
Exploring the walls of a finite home.

They bring fire in your heart,
Making it want more and more
Thirsty of the whole endless world.
Thoughts after a 22hours trip back home,
And after 3 months in California,
Harvesting opportunities and meeting wonderful people

E.A.
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