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Andrew Nelson Stewart : Writing

To My Dear Poets and friends

To My Dear Poets and friends

A Story by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Experienced a ban from this site couple months ago like every morning I've always been writing reviews for others and wrote couple pieces of my own.
Maybe It was the Rain

Maybe It was the Rain

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Love and much more what meets the eye when such an old world is said so many times.
Drunken Ways

Drunken Ways

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


The loneliness while in the background everything starts to fade and the feelings of elsewhere.
Killed by The Train

Killed by The Train

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


The random feelings of sadness especially in your favorite seat on a hypothetical everyday day train as it compares losing someone dear to the heart.
Lightly and Heavy as It Seemed

Lightly and Heavy as It Seemed

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Latent eyes of how deep you can really go and how little time you can be out there for.
On and Off Memories

On and Off Memories

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Diving randomly into your life about childhood friends, places that were home but forgot yet remembered again.
Easy way to do what was Hard Pt.2

Easy way to do what was Hard Pt.2

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Some thoughts through this week, thinking a lot and sometimes my poems may be random on some topic i don't know what I'm writing about sometimes. I ju..
Easy way to do what was Hard

Easy way to do what was Hard

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Its been awhile since I wrote anything here maybe two years but I'm glad I arrived here.
A Wish to never be Rescued

A Wish to never be Rescued

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Appalling Silences that broke away from the vibrations of these avalanches looking for meaning, looking for something to bury,instead of running the ..
Rewinding Feelings of Movies

Rewinding Feelings of Movies

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


In whispers, in time and in meadows of crossing to another, waiting to see someone not taking plastic steel words of such ways. Echoes and bangs..

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