"frined" poems
gussa hai kya ..
Gussa nahi hoon
Tujh mein change dekhkar shocked hoon
Mujhe m change !!
Towards you ??
Heartbeat slow ** gyi ekdum padh ke
Exactly how ??
Slow nahi honi chahiye
U have more friends now
Time gets divided :) it's okay
I m used to it by now
N don't worry about me changing towards you as that will never happen .. :)
Goodnight dodo
Too busy to reply ??
I cant rply now .. Sorry
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I really have noting to say and I'm completely agree with you that time divides and which is not on purpose not at all .. It was just a flow through my phase..
When you told me about this I really get break down .. Shivering .. Went out to puke .. I don't know whats happing that time bcz the way you said it, realizing my mistake and it really feels me that I hurt you so badly ..
But its not like that i have new friends and I forget you .. No .. Thts my bad .. And the people out there means nothing to me .. They don't know whats my dreams are .. They don't know how much I respect for my Maa .. They don't know how badly i miss my brother and father .. They don't know that I'm losing a frined like raj .. And now not you ..
And I don't know you remmbr or not that i promised you that i'll never change for you ..
I'm still on my words .. I'm not .. Not at all
I don't know how to apologize .. But please forgive me for this .. I still have no where else to go ..
Manks u r 100% forgiven
U are like sana to me
Will never leave ur side .. I am glad u have friends .. U have had them for long .. But there is some change in ur attitude .. That pinched me ... Ll never leave ur side .. Don't puke .. Don't feel weak .. Cz m always there to strengthen you
Goodnight dodo
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
#EVERY GIRL I HAD A CRUSH ON I DREAM OF YOU EVERYNUGTH IN MY DREAM WE GO TOGTHER BUT IN REALITY WE NEVER GO TWO TOGTHER YOU SEE ME AS A FRINED TUUH I THOUGTH YOU WHERE MY SOUL MATE &NEVER; HAD THA COURGA TWO
TELL YOU HOW I FEEL BOUT YOU "THY WAS BEAUTIFULL LIKE A RED ROSE YE LIPS ARE LIKE POVSION IVY&GO; A CATH A STAR LEThtS US MATEANX MAKD NO NOIDE "DECUES LIKE CHRIS BROWN SAID.
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
Out in the streets
The machine guns rattle
And the mortats explode
Like som sick conductos
Idea of a drumline.
Rattattat Boom Rattattat
The young rebels play
With their fireworks
While I drink my wine
In the safety of
The corner cafe.
Tonight,
I thought about you
My dear old enemy
And of how long its been
Since we were ther at the
Starting line of this war
That still limps toward the finish.
And already we have left
Our mark upon each other.
You have your scars,
And I have mine.
We've both grown old
From waging our battles.
Yet we still fight on,
And that's what's amazing.
Neither of us has given up
And I respect you for it.
My rival, to you I say.
You are my brother.
You understand the pain
Of the wounds I've felt.
You understand the goal
I strive so hard to reach.
We are brothers by
The blood we spilt
From one another.
I sit in this cafe
Sipping wine with pastries
Lettling the younglings play
Their most dangerous games,
And I raise my cup
To you my brother enemy.
Though one of us must fall,
I hope we'll get along
In our many lives to come.
I pray for you brother
Who follows the same goddess.
The waiter arrives
With the check in hand.
I look it over
And tell her it's wrong.
"Can't you see
I was eating
With my frined?
This should read two
Not just one."
She looks me over
And bids me farewell.
"Be careful now,
There's blood out there."
I assure her that
I know well of this.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
There's this boy,
he's such a lively soul
with opinions that could last a lifetime.
He's outspoken
and almost unusually hyper.
His dad killed himself a few weeks ago
but he says he's not sad.
he's disappointed
I wanna say ***** you,
to his dad,
but I will give him his peace
because my frined,
the boy,
is coming to terms with his.
He writes too,
short stories.
His voice is like a river,
no matter how much he has to say
or how much emotion goes into it
he has the damage control to keep it from flooding.
It's like he has a dam on his feelings.
That makes me sad though,
because he's so smart.
He has this theory,
this thing he always says.
" Time is but a concept,
a belief that everything moves forward"
but everytime i talk to him nothing moves.
Not because of what anyone would think
but because he doesn't want me
to tread carefully.
Not on any topics.
I think he needs me
not to go gentle
or step around topics.
His comfort is blunt honesty
and I am both in awe and
I guess confusion by this.
To the boy
who makes me speechless
almost everyday.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
Randomly typing my head won't stop thinking of words that i try to stop and i can't i write am i right to write you something that i just might ...Hate to say in peoples eyes?
to say I want you bad but everytime i'm with you theres something that happens tragic ..
or I can't let you go but your to far away sometimes i think your just stringing me on until i see the tears you cry...or..
I'm done with him.. the man in the mirro is the worst frined i ever had but he always helps threw theses kinda answers to life.
and...and to tell you the truth i think these are not poems at all but its a expression that helps me move feelings aside and with or for that i think thats why i write.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC