Haikufeel :: Friendship Poems

Wishing the Impossible

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 08 Mar 2014 18:56:00 +0100

This is a poem I've written to one of my best friends, and from those who are reading this poem right now, I am sure you will know who it is for. The whole poem is both a metaphor and real all together, as some of the feelings are exaggerated..

I sit and watch you walk away,
until the hurt inside me pains my heart,
and I feel guilty that I can’t,
grab you and beg you to stay.

A week goes by and I cant stand,
a single day without our talks,
knowing that soon you’ll be nine thousand kilometres away,
while you are still so close to us.

It is friday, and I know you are on a plane,
and that in fourteen hours you’ll be half the globe away,
eight or nine hours difference,
from where I stand here today.

From the time I saw you leave,
little have we talked,
and neither have we been in contact,
and mostly because you weren't able to, either.

And my heart hurts,
because I miss you,
because people dont understand,
because Im not able express the pain I have inside.

Time has passed and Im not so lonely,
and neither am I so depressed,
but as I find myself sending you emails,
I wish you were on the other side, replying,
so that I can finally have some rest,
from my constant hurting and my constant missing,
and my constant wishing the impossible..

I sit and watch you walk away,
I feel guilty that I can’t,
grab you and beg you to stay,
and I cant stand a single day without our talks,
while you are still so close to us.
in fourteen hours you’ll be half the globe away,
from where I stand here today,
And my heart hurts,
because people dont understand,
because Im not able express the pain I have inside,
because, from the time I saw you leave,
little have we talked,
and Im not as depressed,
but I want to finally have some rest,
because now, you are nine thousand kilometres away.

Am I allowed to wish the impossible?

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The path of friendship

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 22 May 2013 18:43:00 +0100

Friendship is important,
and one of the hardest things in life,
but you can find your way through it,
and get to the golden light.

The paths will often complicate,
they will often become narrow,
but the hardest bit of it all,
is aiming the perfect arrow,
and hit it through the center of the wall,
and opening the secet passage,
that holds the key to perfect friendship,
that will not be causing any damage.

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A sarcastic poem; my bestfriends

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 14 May 2013 18:51:00 +0100

I have bestfriends who are very mean,
who laugh at me and never support me,
I have bestfriends who are very keen,
on making me look bad to other people.

They like to leave me alone and never talk to me,
they like to pretend I'm invisible and let me be,
they like to play hide and seek while leaving me abandoned,
they like to make me unhappy and pretend nothing happened.

My friends are the best friends I have,
my friends are simply fantastic,
because they are none of these things i have described,
and it's just me who just likes being badly sarcastic.

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An apology letter

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 20:40:00 +0100

After days and days of uncertainty,
after checking the letter I wrote carefully,
after hours and hours of translating it,
after correcting everything bit by bit,
after not knowing if it was the right thing to do,
I decided to give my apology letter to you.

When I gave her the letter to give it to you,
even though the weeks of no communication were quite a few,
you decided to think badly of me,
and not take my letter as an apology.

That's all okay, I should have known it would happen,
but I couldn't just say I didn't feel abandoned,
I had to tell you exactly how I felt,
but if you didn't read the whole thing, you could have just let my letter melt.

I don't know if you've read the whole letter through,
but if you're reading this you know I'm talking to you,
if you don't read the letter carefully,
you won't be able to take it as an apology.

So if you've teared up my letter, it's okay,
it's not as if I'd thrown it away,
but if you want to read it again, go ahead,
because it's something you'll never dread.

And just to finish at last,
I didn't mean you to read my letter fast,
so read it again, and remember my words,
because mine are no better than any bird's.

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I am confused; I want to know the real you, now.

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 21 Jan 2013 19:07:00 +0100

One day you tell me,
that you like the way I am,
One day you tell me,
you'll go back to be who you are.

But you seem to be ignoring it all,
and being your pretending self again.

That day I believed,
your choice had been made,
you sounded so convinced.
and you showed me how much I can appreciate.

That day you told me,
you believed in what I believed in,
that you understood me completely,
that you would be yourself again.

And then the next day,
you become the worst fake,
of the yourself that I know,
and I am upset.

I am confused,
Who are you really?
Am I mistaken on the real yorself?
Did you tell me all that so we could be best friends?

I am confused,
Do you really love me for myself?
Do you really like me at all?
Or were you just being fake?
Do I know you at all?

If you are who I think you are,
you are a caring person,
a lovely person,
who cares for their best friends,
over anything else,
who would be willing,
to do anything to get their best friend back,
if a fight came in between them.

If you are that person,
why did you not want to talk about what happened?
why did you want it forgotten?
why did you sound all happy the day we were not speaking?

If you are that person,
I also love you for who you are,
but I want to know the real you,
now.

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That day

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 20 Jan 2013 19:35:00 +0100

We are best friends,
But you left me that day,
Which made me upset,
Even after taking the plane.

I thought you would care,
When I'd start to cry,
But you would just say,
You wanted to sleep.

I wanted to talk,
To get things all clear,
But you gave me the message,
That its not what you mean.

And today we dont talk,
And today I feel guilty,
Is it my fault,
For having this problem?

I dont want to lose you,
But I want you to know,
If you care about me,
Say yes or no.

Because I love you,
for the friend you are,
But I'm scared,
that you don't care.

I'm scared that tomorrow,
we will not talk,
I'm scared that you will be,
the not yourself.

I'm scared that if we DO talk,
we won't get things clear straightaway.

Even though I want to be talking to you again,
I want you to understand,
how much you hurt me,
that day.

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My puppet shape does not know what to do

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 06 Dec 2012 20:21:00 +0100

I sometimes don't know what to do,
if I should say this or that,
or if I should follow you.

I don't know what is expected of me,
and what you want your bestfriend to be.

I don't understand what is right or wrong,
if I should say this as a poem,
or as a song.

But what I am trying to say,
is: Are your thoughts supposed to give away?
Am I supposed to say what I think,
or should I say what you want to hear?
Am I supposed to be honest,
or what is it you want to hear?

Because sometimes,
I might be annoying,
and sometimes,
I might scream.
But this is only because I'm being who I am,
and I'm saying what comes out of my mouth,
like water down a stream.

Everyperson is a puppet,
conducted by their friends,
telling them what to do.

But at this moment,
my friends aren't holding my strings,
and my puppet shape does what it thinks it should.

So friends,
may you hold my strings,
give me advice and tell me what to do?
Should I go away or follow you?
Should I say what I think or should I shut my mouth?
Should I be honest or should I talk dishonestly?
Because my puppet shape does not know what to do.

I don't know what is expected of me,
I might be annoying,
I sometimes don't know what to do,
Should I go away or follow you?
Are your thoughts supposed to give away?
I don't understand what is right or wrong,
and everyperson is a puppet,
But at this moment,
my friends aren't holding my strings,
and sometimes,
I might scream,
Because my puppet shape does not know what to do.
So what is and what you want your bestfriend to be?

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Missing you

tanxinrongsteffi@gmail.com (Steffi Tan) — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 21:02:00 +0100

About my friends, after moving away :(

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We went to school together,
We were the best of friends.
But now we're far apart
Due to many odds and ends.

I know we never chat now,
I know we never call.
But deep inside I still have hope
That I'll see you after all.

I know we'll be changed,
Maybe unrecognisable
But deep down, I know my friends
Will forever be faithful.

I still remember my buddies,
Still this day and time.
I hope one day we'll meet again
And talk of auld lang syne.

~Missing you guys~ <3 <3 <3

To my buddies Judit, Sooyoung, Sonya, Miça, and Tara :)
From Steffi

Mend your past

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 22 Nov 2012 11:15:00 +0100

Sometimes you feel sorry for the past,
you feel sorry for what you did,
sometimes you realize and understand,
the way that people had thought about you.

Sometimes you sigh and think,
about the things and people you've lost in the past,
Sometimes you wish that the past,
would just come bock to the present.

Maybe you were popular before,
or maybe people liked you more,
maybe you had a really good friend,
but that friend either left or stopped liking you.

But everything can always change,
you can always change peoples' minds,
you can always step up and say,
"this is who I really am."

Never lose up hope,
never hate the people who let you down,
think about memories of the past,
but always remember of the present and future,
because although you can cover up your mistakes and be forgiven,
what is past is past and you cannot mend it.

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I am just tired, I hope this will stop.

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 29 May 2012 19:14:00 +0100

When everyone is dressed identically,
no one wants to be with me,
When I need a partner for Sports,
Well I'm only their last choice.

When my friends are walking,
they don't wait for me,
When I am sitting alone,
they just go sit next to another somebody.

Sometimes I think I am appreciated,
but when I talk nobody listens,
but when I walk to people they casually walk away,
but when I need the bestest help no one is there for me.

When I need to copy notes,
they say: WHY?
When I need a partner for sports,
they say: WHY NOT THEM?
When I say I'm worried I'm breaking the school dress code,
they say: WELL, WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT THESE THINGS?

I am just tired, I hope this will stop.

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I'm going to be me now

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 15 May 2012 19:51:00 +0100

I'm going to be me now,
when I'm sad I will show sad,
and when I'm happy I will show happy,
but I won't hide who I am.

I?
I used to be quiet and nice,
and behaved,
at least that's what they told me,
Am I still the same?

If I am who I am,
I'll find friends who like me like who I am,
and I will be able to stop pretending,
Because who I am is not following it is staying.

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LIE ABOUT WHO I AM

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 11 May 2012 19:00:00 +0100

I'm not being who I am,
so there is no way for me to change,
already I put smiles and faces,
already I do lie,
lie about the things I like,
LIE ABOUT WHO I AM.

I want to have plenty of friends,
but not if they don't like me,
not if they like the NOT REAL Judit,
not if I am not who I am.
not if I have to LIE ABOUT WHO I AM.

I am tired of pulling smiles,
Ii am tired of following friends,
that's why you see mixed emotions,
but that's only what you see,
Inside of me it is only sadness,
and now the hapieness disguise is wearing down,
that's why you see me feeling down,
it's all because I have to LIE ABOUT WHO I AM.

Why do I?
Why do I have to,
have to LIE ABOUT WHO I AM?

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I WILL NOT CHANGE

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 11 May 2012 18:53:00 +0100

There is so much hope in people I know,
I like them, but they do not care,
sometimes I feel so lonely,
and is my only option to change?

I want to be who I am,
I want to be strong,
and people to like me,
But I have to find a way,
because I will not change.

I am who I am,
I will be who I am,
and I'm not going to change,
not even for the people to like me,
and even for people to like me,
and even if I have to be lonely,
I will stay the same.

I am so sorry,
BUT I WILL NOT CHANGE,
NO WAY.

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Poem collection

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 03 May 2012 18:48:00 +0100

Here is a collection of poems I've written all talking about the same subject. I might add more. Click read more to see the collection.

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Cloud of Isolation

What if, if I am lonely?

Just to let you know how I feel

Confusing feelings

Without you I am isolated

Without you I am isolated

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 03 May 2012 18:28:00 +0100

I'm isolated,
and I will be for a whole week,
now that you're not there,
not to be with me.

Sometimes I think it will be ok,
that I'll stick to other friends,
but they just ditch me, leave me,
isolated.

I'm tired of following them all the time,
everyway they go,
but if not I am alone.
isolated.

I still care for them,
but they don't stick to me,
I just wish they wouldn't leave me,
isolated.

They find a nice way,
to say they don't want me there,
so I leave, and they dont care!
They leave me isolated.

Oh I wish you were here,
so that you would understand me,
but its for your good to be where you are,
and I want you to be there too.

Without you I am Isolated.

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Confusing feelings

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:24:00 +0100

My feelings are confusing,
so incredibly hard to explain,
but I'm writing poems and poems,
to let you find the right plane.

I'm telling you that I'm lonely,
that I feel lost and pain,
however I am hiding this,
by shreading a smile on my face.

By now you should know who I'm talking to,
By now you should know my feelings,
It's not that I'm mad at you or anything,
I just want to let you know.

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Just to let you know how I feel

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:20:00 +0100

When you're with me,
we have such good times,
but when you're not,
I feel so bad.

When you're not,
I feel hurt, lost,
lonely.

You laugh with other friends,
friends that I've said to be nice before,
and you said "yes, but....".

I'm confused.
I try to agree with you ,
but you always think the opposite thing.

It's not that I'm saying,
that I don't want you to be with your other friends,
It's quite the opposite.

I just wish you'd include me a little more,
stay with me a little more,
and unite me with the other group of friends you're sometimes with.

And if you know that this poem's for you,
I'm just telling you I still adore you,
we'll be friends forever and ever,
I just wanted to let you know,
just so that you will know how I feel.

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What if, if I am lonely?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 10:41:00 +0100

To anybody who thinks that I'm adressing to them, this poem is true. To read it, click read more.

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Every time I feel sad,
Every time I'm lonely,
I pull a happy face,
even though enside me it's a sad face.

Everyone thinks that I'm OK,
But deep inside I feel lost,
lonely.

Years ago people used to like me,
people used to say "she is so nice,"
And they used to like my behavior,
they used to want to be like me.

My friends,
they said I was too nice,
But it used to make me happy.

But now all of this seems fantasy,
as if none of it had happened.

Now,
people critisize me,
for being behaved,
for being silent in class.

They critisize me for being short,
for being healthy, for being an A student.
(and the truth is that I'm not).

Whenever I'm around my friends,
they think that i am awkward,
they make funny jokes (and they are too!)
about me,
but none of them seem true.

And now that I think about it,
not many compliments have ever been said about me.

I used to think I was nice,
maybe I'm not.

Maybe I don't know what I'm doing,
maybe....

My friends,
they leave me,
they do still talk to me,
but still leave me.

For once I wish,
I could eat fast,
eat fast to rejoin them.

Is it me?
Am I like this,
have I changed,
And do people still like me?

Do they just not know how to spit it out,
or is it that they don't want to,
or is it just me?

One more question...
I adore my bestfriend...
but bestfriend, do you still like me?

What if...
What if, if I am lonely?

Cloud of isolation

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 10:45:00 +0100

Click read more to read the poem.

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I have such feelings,
that are so unexplainable.
I wish I could write them in a poem,
but it's not possible.

I need to explode,
to tell me feelings of the inside,
and since some are so private,
I can only write them in a poem.

That's how I feel better,
writing a poem.

You have a sudden urge of explaining your feelings,
But it's so hard to explain them.

But my feelings lately,
I feel lonely.

I feel lonely,
isolated,
deserted,
left out.

It's so hard to explain.

There are people I want to tell my problems to,
but they are never there.
They are only there with other people sharing other things,
things that I don't understand.

I have good friends,
that are really nice to me,
but it's not enough,
nothing is ever going to be enough.

I wish that people would stop ignoring me,
and instead of calling on them to talk,
they would call upon me,
I'm just tired of being nice.

I'm just sick of keeping this to myself,
I thought this was done with,
but this cloud of isolation is going to follow me everywhere,
forever.

A Recipe for Me

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 19:45:00 +0100

Add one teaspoon of fiesty
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.

Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.

Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears

Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.

Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!

Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!

Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!

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Unpopular means invisible

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 10:54:00 +0100

To read the poem, click read more.

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Unpopular, what does that mean?
Severe, mean, energetic or wierd?
Agressif, sad, unlucky or nerd?

Unpopular, I'll tell you the definition,
it means invisible.

When you're unpopular,
no one notices you,
when you're unpopular,
no one talks about you.

When you are unpopular,
you are lonely, depressed,
and angry for those who aren't.

Not jelous though,
I would never want to be popular.

But I don't like it,
when my friends turn popular,
and hang out with more,
and then I'm just left lonely on my own.

Just wake up, Ok?
Unpopular means invisible,
it means that no one notices you,
it means that no one talks about you,
it means that you are lonely, depressed,
and angry for those who aren't.

It means unequality.

I'm not jelous though,
I would never want to be popular.

My Best Friend

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:41:00 +0100

This year,
Whenever I shed a tear,
She was there.

This year,
Whenever I had a problem,
She would fix it.

They would ALL help me fix it,
But her especially.

I know I've been ignoring her a little,
And I'm sorry.

She is:
The Math-Problem Helper
The Best Hugger
The Super-Friend
Always There.

I'm sorry about all our fights.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
And to be honest,
If you disappeared,
I'd probably fall apart!

So, thank you, best friend.
I hope you know who you are,
You are...
Miss Poem Extrodinaire.

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If you ever know who I'm addressing to...

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 11:00:00 +0100

I am sad of things I've done before,
things that I wouldn't have meant,
I didn't know that it would hurt their feelings,
I don't feel at all "content".

I have good friends this year, you know,
but they still have bad memories of me,
and I feel really sorry I promise, really,
It doesn't seem I can find the right key.

Last year I did things I shouldn't have done,
because I took things seriously, I exagerated,
I wish it could have been none,
I wish all this would have been gone!!!

Oh please by reading this poem,
Oh please if you know I'm talking to you,
Oh please may you pardon me,
If you ever know who I'm adressing to.

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This is a girl

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 19:30:00 +0100

This is a girl,
and not an alien,
so just leave her alone, okay?

She tries to be positive,
she tries to be nice,
but all you do is mess her up?

You scream and laugh,
and shut her up,
and deep inside,
she's swollen up,
and you just sit there screaming.

She tries to be positive,
and then behavior goes off,
it takes off like a rocket.

She goes and find me,
as bad as can be,
she is not even supposed to be there.

Finding me is just trouble,
I swear,
because I'm in a place,
where the only person allowed there,
is me.

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Dear best friend

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 11:05:00 +0100

Dear best friend,
what you've done this year,
for me,
is.... undescribable.

You have helped me all year through,
and we have always understood each other,
it is a long time since I have that kind of friend,
so I'll tell you :

Other years have been horrible,
other years I had no friends,
other years People hated me,
I had fights,
but now it is different,
I have you !

You deserve to have this poem written,
even though I will not publish your name,
this might not be the best poem written,
but I have tried all the same !!

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No stress this year

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 18:22:00 +0100

This year I find that school is better,
No stress,
No bullying,
No need to write a letter!

I have much more friends than last year,
And I like my teachers,
My friends and best friends,
are no longer any friend keepers.

The friends who used to pretend we were together,
I don’t need them anymore.

Because I’ve got friends,
and it’s all that matters.

No need of counselors,
No not yet.

So the people who used to bully,
I just tell you I’m not free anymore,
and this time I have no excuses.

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I found the person

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 19:34:00 +0100

I found the person,
but she just left,
I found her a month before,
but it's too late.

All of this has already happened,
but we can't go back in time,
you know?
Life is sad.

Sadly when you make true friends,
is not long before they leave,
you can continue in contact with them, but,
that is different.

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I'm not the person

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 19:30:00 +0100

I sing,
I laugh,
I can think,
I'm a calf.

But I'm not the person,
you get it?
I 'm not the person.

If I were the person I would get the hang of it,
But I don't,
I really don't.

I can tell you,
that you all are not the people,
not the people for me either.

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I Miss You!

( ) — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 03:07:24 +0100

Dedicated to Sooyoung Yoon, my BFF, who sadly had to move this summer.

Even though school is out,
I'm still in touch with you
An even you may doubt
I miss you, it's true!

You've moved away, you've left
But your memory is in my mind
Of friendship you are deft
You are truly one of a kind

I really, really miss you
Of that I can't deny
I hope you miss me too
To see you I will try

When you come to visit
(And I really hope you do)
I will definitley make it
The best thing that you do

Of the things about you I miss the most,
There is so much to name
Your smile, you kindness, your jokes
And you are SO not lame!

So I have one last thing to say
I wish you all the best
And I'll think of you everyday...
Because...
I MISS YOU!!!

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Leave me alone!

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 30 May 2011 18:36:00 +0100

I can do what I want do,
I can eat with who I want to,
I can be friends with who I want to,
I am not your property.

There are moments where you hate me,
there are moments where you like me normally,
there are moments where you adore me,
but at all times I am your property.

I realize this now,
and I just want to tell you,
and even though,
I'm a friend you own,
you don't need to be my boss.

So when I want to,
and when I need to,
and when I feel to,
I will go for it.

I will eat with someone,
I will talk with someone,
don't worry it's just a day,
but you have me as a property,
to make you popular.

You think I'm stupid,
so l'll vote for you,
I will chose you,
best for everything.

But now it's gone,
I already know,
and who cares who I'll eat with tomorrow.

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Can't you explain?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 12 May 2011 18:23:00 +0100

You sometimes hate me,
you sometimes like me,
I don't get it.

You enjoy talking with me,
you enjoy playing with me.

But when it comes for the time to talk about secrecy,
but when it comes to the time to talk about friendship,
you hate me.

You don't tell me,
but you do at that moment.

You stay quiet,
you stay mysterious,
waiting for ME to ask "What's wrong"
waiting for ME to be the bad one in the fight,
which confuses me round and round and round,
until I don't know what I'm arguing about.

I don't get it,
I am stuck,
and I want to know it!
I want to get it!
Can't you explain?

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the thread of friendship

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 19:44:00 +0100

I am here,
I am present,
I am listening.

I know what is going on,
what you want to tell,
but I am here,
I am present,
I am listening,
I'm not stupid.

I may look so,
You may think I am so,
but I am not.

I am just avoiding problems,
for if I don't shut my mouth,
and say what I should say,
what I feel,
what I think,
You will explode.

Because the thread was thin,
very thin,
it was about to break,
Until I said no,
I should shut my mouth to avoid problems,.

But I am still here,
I am still present,
and I am still listening.

I know what you want to tell me so bad,
but you can't tell me until the thread breaks,
until you explode,
just when I say my only left word.

And this isn't something that'll be over,
no,
It will last forever,
And I will remain alone.

I can tell you,
the thread of friendship is thin,
and if I say one more word,
I will remain alone.

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Hello and goodbye

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 09:41:00 +0100

Whenever you meet a person you say,
either hello or hi,
and whe you go and leave,
you say see you later or bye.

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Invisible Best friend

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 20:46:00 +0100

She was there all right,
I saw her standing,
I had to run,
or I'd die of fright.

She was there,
I saw her,
I'm sure I did,
It is not a dream,
it is not a story,
But I saw her.

Her.

She had a beautiful black dress on,
she stared at me,
she didn't talk,
I knew it wouldn't last long.

But I saw her again,
just not visibly,
she was invisible,
but I saw and heard her,
because she asked me for a pen.

Then she was gone.
Gone forever.
The only time I'd have a chance,
I'd lose it,
because I was too shy to say,
"Stay here, You are my best friend."

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A different point of view

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 20:20:00 +0100

(Warning: I am not the narrator of this poem. I am the author of it.)

This is a poem to show a different point of view a person can have:

There is this girl,
she pretends to be shy,
but when you talk to her personally,
She is such a chatterbox.

She is a showoff,
(at least when I'm there),
and people like her,
how is that fair?

My friends say she is pretty,
funny,
friendly,
nice and more,
I really can't stand it,
They don't give me pity,
and I'm sure that one day they'll Love her,
and Hate me,
and I won't be popular anymore.

I have a plan,
I'm going to take,
all her friends and a piece of cake,
I'll prove to them,
I'll lie if I have to,
that she is not a good friend.

And then I'll have power,
I'll be popular again,
but this living mean creature,
will still be there.

So I have to prepare,
and organize,
that this is not going to happen,
No, no shy, baby-like, chaterbox, showoff , small creature!!!!

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Coud it be

eaton.tara@gmail.com (Tara Eaton) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 12:22:00 +0100

Could it be her
she act so nice
I she mean on the inside?
It's possible..

she describes her just like it where me
why would she do such a thing
Maybe she meant for me to read it
that would be mean

is she really my friend

What is a friend like?
What does the word friend actually mean?
How do they act?
Nobody really knows..

I have so many questions,
but not enough answers

And I wonder
Could it be

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The way I am

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 20:46:00 +0100

A true best friend will like they way I am,
at true best friend won't judge me,
a true best friend is the only one,
you can share to tell them secrets.

A true best friend won't ever say:
"You never comfort me, you never play!"
they will never ever say something bad,
and never would have fought you.

A true best friend will always defend you,
it will never be against you.

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party

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 19:48:00 +0100

I am so exited,
and I can't wait,
for this weekend,
I can't be late!

I'll bring some pizza,
(gluten free),
because I can't eat their pizza,
but mine is only for me!

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You are nearly back....

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 18:38:00 +0100

You lived with me,
you played with me,
you talked to me,
you were with me.

But then you moved to a different country,
something I never believed you could do.

YOU were away from me,
YOU stopped talking to me,
YOU stopped being my friend,
YOU wasn't there.

I missed you a lot.

3 months passed and this is the 4th one.
12/09/10.

You are nearly back,
and I was waiting for you,
I will have to wait a few weeks,
before you arrive,
before we can hug,
before you'll be sure ,
and you'll decide to stay there or not.

You have to come back ,
don't stay there forever,
I need you,
and I can't wait anymore,
you have to come,
you have to be here,
be close to me,
and visit me every few weeks.

If you choose to stay where you were,
I will be sad,
I will have loosed a chance,
but I will wait here for you FOREVER!

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A Friend

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 19:36:00 +0100

Friends are people,
that help you in in the world,
but in the case of children,
people that play with you.

Friends are mostly,
people that you trust,
people that you care,
people that won't call you mean names,
people that will stay friends with you,
FOREVER!!!

They wil sing with you,
they will laugh with you,
but mostly support you.

And they will never laugh at you.

So I personally tell you ,
finding a true best friend,
IS HARD!

By Judit Duran Calzada

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