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		<title>For a Group of Friends</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:21:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Biyachessa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Friendship]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[My Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[broken friendships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fake friends]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay, so this poem is a 6 part poem, it&#8217;s actually meant for a college group of friends I used to have. When I fell into depression some time ago, they all disappeared. It&#8217;s not that I have bad feelings or anything, I guess I&#8217;ve moved on. I wrote this one time, when I realized [...]]]></description>
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<p>Okay, so this poem is a 6 part poem, it&#8217;s actually meant for a college group of friends I used to have. When I fell into depression some time ago, they all disappeared. It&#8217;s not that I have bad feelings or anything, I guess I&#8217;ve moved on. I wrote this one time, when I realized that there wasn&#8217;t really anything to look forward to in them. I thought I had to explain and I&#8217;m not very good with words so I wrote it in a poem. Anyway we don&#8217;t have contact anymore and I&#8217;m kind of glad. They&#8217;re like this drug or something, and I have to admit I really do care about them. It just really hurts that they don&#8217;t seem to care the same way about me and I&#8217;m not yet ready to forgive them for disappearing on me when I needed them the most. So, I realized it was over and I just wanted to move on from them, I kind of cut the communication.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t regret being friends with them though. I still remember many of our memories, I was just done with all the lies and pretentious stuff.</p>
<div id="attachment_426" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 370px"><img class="size-full wp-image-426" title="2_150782122l" src="http://queenbiyachessa.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/2_150782122l.jpg" alt="2_150782122l" width="360" height="269" /><p class="wp-caption-text">My group of friends now.</p></div>
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<p>I love them and I thank you for being such good friends.</p>
<p>All the more thankful to those friends who&#8217;ve stuck by me ever since high school, I love you guys so much. Especially to all my Antiox family, BBS family, and Tohts. =)</p>
<div id="attachment_427" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 254px"><img class="size-full wp-image-427" title="IMG_1032" src="http://queenbiyachessa.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/IMG_1032.JPG" alt="Gem Dilag and I" width="244" height="182" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Gem Dilag and I</p></div>
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<p>I<br />
I used to think I was a part of a circle<br />
A friendship that sprung from a single interest.<br />
Days went by and I was so sure<br />
We&#8217;d be together holding a friendship so pure.</p>
<p>But then I hit a low point in life<br />
I longed for someone to help me in strife<br />
No one came, none from the group<br />
Devastated, I felt like a doop.</p>
<p>I waited for long, I waited too long<br />
I wondered why none even tried<br />
Was the circle a lie?<br />
Or was the friendship meant to die?</p>
<p>I then realized, the moment I became me<br />
I was never a part of them<br />
I was never a part of that circle<br />
I was not an outsider, yet not on the inside.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t blame them for never coming.<br />
I won&#8217;t blame them for never realizing.<br />
I don&#8217;t blame them for laughing.<br />
Nor am I doing this to make them feel guilty.</p>
<p>II<br />
After all this years, yes, it was meant to be<br />
I don&#8217;t regret the times I spent<br />
But now, I don&#8217;t remember why I was there<br />
There was a link but not so strong.</p>
<p>I just had to tell the circle and its bind<br />
To keep alive and keep on going<br />
I was never a part of this circle<br />
Simply because they never got to know the real me.</p>
<p>They all have the same interests, the goals, the laughter<br />
And at that time, I never had.<br />
Now I do, and they don’t know<br />
I was never with them and they never knew me.</p>
<p>It’s sad to end a friendship that could have been<br />
It’s even sadder to pretend there was ever one<br />
No blames, no claims, no cries, no more lies<br />
I’ve lost the circle, and I don’t belong in it anymore.</p>
<p>No cries, no drama, it’s just the truth.<br />
We were binded by the single goal<br />
Now, there’s nothing to bind<br />
Nothing to hold.</p>
<p>III<br />
It’s not a goodbye, it’s just a wake up call<br />
I know you’re busy, but I just needed to say<br />
Maybe in time, when no one’s plastic, and everyone cares.<br />
Maybe in time, when no one’s scared and no one’s different.</p>
<p>Maybe in time, we’ll be real friends again.<br />
Maybe in time, when everything’s well for everyone.<br />
Maybe in time, our Pangasinan trip will actually happen.<br />
Maybe, when you’ve finally met the real me.</p>
<p>You don’t get it, I know you don’t.<br />
Pondering, you must be thinking I’m drunk and all.<br />
No beers, no tears, just a moment of truth and frank.<br />
Too bad, it’s not the case anymore.</p>
<p>IV<br />
She’s so plastic, I can see through her.<br />
He’s such a flirt, yet he thinks he’s a good boy.<br />
He thinks he’s so cool, but inside, he’s just an ordinary kid<br />
She’s so high class, her past can be a bother.<br />
Everyone thinks she’s great and all,<br />
But when her friends fall down and crawl,<br />
She’s gone like the wind<br />
Unless she’s got a problem of her own.<br />
He’s hiding a secret and doesn’t want anyone to know<br />
But he’s so transparent and yet trusts the wrong people<br />
For social’s sake and for the sake of love.<br />
He’s so silent, but he’s hiding himself.<br />
He’s so simple, yet dreams so big.<br />
The other speaks English so well<br />
He’s changed to get into the circle<br />
But he knows what he wants and refuses to see<br />
She’s such a kid, but you never know.<br />
She’s a better person yet, doesn’t have a clue.<br />
He’s a cool guy, yet he tries too hard.<br />
He’s got the looks but too much of a good boy<br />
And the last, found someone yet seems to still be in search.</p>
<p>V<br />
I may be right, I may be wrong.<br />
That’s what I saw the last I was there.<br />
Do you even remember the date?<br />
Because I don’t.</p>
<p>I don’t want to remember anymore<br />
The times we shared, those fake smiles, and backstabbing lies<br />
I don’t want to remember anymore<br />
The laughter, the teases, the sweet pictures taken.<br />
I don’t want to remember anymore<br />
Not because it’s wrong<br />
But it’s a part of me, that’s not supposed to be.<br />
I don’t want to remember anymore<br />
The days I spent studying for that stupid test<br />
I don’t want to remember anymore<br />
The pain I felt with that red circle.<br />
I’m letting go of all the pain I felt<br />
The person I was, the person I wasn’t supposed to be<br />
That was she, in the almost 2 years we spent.</p>
<p>Now, she’s gone. You won’t find her here.<br />
She’s ready to move on.<br />
She’s ready to stand up<br />
She’s ready to go…<br />
And she’s ready to let go…</p>
<p>VI<br />
It’s not a good bye, it’s just a wake up call<br />
To tell you what you should know.<br />
To give you a chance to understand<br />
What happened and where’d your friend go.</p>
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		<title>A Lost Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Biyachessa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You were there for meHave I forgotten?You made me laughI can&#8217;t thank you enough. Things unimportant I had put before youBut I know now all were untrueWe&#8217;ve been friends for many yearsHow could I&#8217;ve thought there&#8217;d be another you. I miss you just thinkingI need your friendshipYou were sweet and trueAnother couldn&#8217;t be you. I [...]]]></description>
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">You were there for me<br />Have I forgotten?<br />You made me laugh<br />I can&#8217;t thank you enough.</p>
<p>Things unimportant I had put before you<br />But I know now all were untrue<br />We&#8217;ve been friends for many years<br />How could I&#8217;ve thought there&#8217;d be another you.</p>
<p>I miss you just thinking<br />I need your friendship<br />You were sweet and true<br />Another couldn&#8217;t be you.</p>
<p>I know we lost contact<br />I&#8217;m really sorry; I&#8217;ll change<br />I&#8217;ll write a lot and relieve all the strife<br />You&#8217;ll help me too, as I renew my life.</p>
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