A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
11/06/2002

I reached out, took what I wanted,
and left you needing everything
I can never give you.
Stop looking at me, grabbing with your eyes.
I can’t help you now.

Walking past you used to be so hard.
My heart jumped and fell
when you ignored me� every time.

In the end I gave in and got your attention
the only way I knew how.
I manipulated you just like the other boys did,
and now I’ve won the game.

The tear trickles down the mirror,
seeing yourself for the first time.
Now you’re free.

Categories: Poetry

So the writing which I did earlier today titled “Freed by Me” is meant to be a loud punk or rock song. It’s not really based on anything in my life, but more just a general sort of idea about things I’ve heard about in the lives of others.

Today was a fairly decent day. Classes and Nav leadership team went fine. No fire alarms or anything interesting like yesterday.

I walked out of the elevator onto the thirteenth floor. A bunch of girls were sitting in the lobby. I hesitated momentarily, then decided I’d walk to the other side of the hall and go down the stairs. Amy L. was among the group, but I figured it would be easier just to come back later and finish carrying out my covert operation. While I was about to disappear from the lobby’s view, a girl looked my direction and asked, “Whose boyfriend is that?” I kept walking and disappeared as fast as I could.

Why must silly things such as this intrigue me and cause me to run away and hide?

Categories: Life