Hey, names Andrus Cassian. I'm a poet, short and sweet. I've started writing poetry because of well a girl but she's not the reason for why I write. I write because poetry is my life, it tells my story from start to finish on how I feel, what I believe, everything. My whole center of poetry was the pain and confusion I felt for this girl I was madly in love with but well things change. In a nutshell, I'm just a small town kid living in the city who's been writing poetry for 7 years now. I just want people to know who I am and decide for themselves if I'm worthy to be in the Writer Hall of Fame like my heroes are. Hopefully I can know while I'm alive but until then guess the public has some reading to do.
Another night
Another fight to survive
As the days go by
Everybody with blonde hair and blue eyes
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Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
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Just sit down, let me talk
On second thought, stand up
This is going to sound much better
if we go outside and talk under the tree
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Shallow seas swam standing, running through ripples
exploring exponentially an endless trickle
call it normalcy, why can't it be real
Normalcy, isn't irony what's normal is only subjective, an objective
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Is it that time again
Is it time once again
for me to stand before this jury
and repeat the words I'm sorry
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