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Not lovers, not friends.

I put up with your sensitivity, your endless emotions and Your unreasonable anger towards me. But all our patience have a limit, and you've passed a tolerable degree. You're throwing a friendship I hold precious to a flaming tree. If you have a problem, talk to me like an adult, Don't give me a cold shoulder then sit in a corner and sulk. I'm not someone to babysit you all day and ask what you're pouting about. Still, Let me start off with an apology, Though I did not do you wrong. What fault have I stumbled upon? I've been here all along We just don't belong that way, Can you be stronger, it's been so long. I'm happier now, I'm better. Don't you see? What friend are you if you can't be glad for me. Can't you be a bigger man? Not lovers, not friends. 'I won't care about her no more.' Honey is that your plan? You say these words and yet feel insulted cause you think you're better. Please don't ...

Not all those who wander are lost.

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Wandering through the streets, Where everything's to be seen. I'm walking with no direction, Skipping through skies blue and grasses green. Where ever the sun is shining. I'll follow where the flowers bow, I'll trace a shy butterfly, Because when then, if not now?    I don't have a destination, I'm open to every journey, There's no too late for discovery, Any hour is early. So show me all the summers, Take me to every frost. Not all those who wander, can be considered lost.

Lost un found.

On an ordinary day, Left home to dig under the sea. Hoping to bring some treasures home, He sits so patiently. The waves were exceedingly excited to welcome A rare guest on such occasions. Through the rocks and slippery mosses, Falling with vagrancy. They cannot find him, He has not been found. Uncertain of his home bound. *This poem is triggered by a tragedy that happened very recently to a friend's father. May he come home safe and may we cherish all that we have and the ones that we love.

"Love is art, not from bodies but from the heart."

Love is like art, It's not from the bodies, But straight from the heart. To everyone no matter what sort, Without labels without tort.

The awkward poem

A sea on the desert, A window on the table. A widow with a husband, A crocodile in the stable. A tomato in the shelf, A book inside the fridge. A cow underwater, A crack on the bridge. A slipper on the hand, A beaming sun at night. A pillow on the road, A boar that is white. A Buddha at church. A TV in exams, A flower that won't blossom, A horse that makes ham. A fly as a pet, A summertime ski, A shark in the tub, A rosebud in the sea.