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It was during the summer. I was out of school and house hopping since I had no stable home to go back to. It was a difficult year. I felt like dying every day. I had bouts of...
A child said 'What is the grass?' fetching it to me with full hands,
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my...
I love this poem so much and I want to be someone's "The One".
Well, actually no, not really. I wanna be he's "The One" cause he is my "The One".
He's the one I didn't see coming...
Im SUPPOSED to be dieting but it appears to be a yoyo diet. I want to be a healthy weight for my height, but I have my favorite foods. I can tell when I lose water weight or fat by...
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
hello, I'm nobody
who are you?
hopefully someone I can talk to
or someone who makes me forget
all the pain all the tears.
hopefully your someone who puts my feelings in a box...
I saw the was you looked at her
That demon in your eyes
She told me that she loved you true
Despite my being wise
"She's my best friend" I calmly warned
"You hurt her...
Lovely lines of blurry blood. Clean and clear cuts slathered with the liquid thick and messy, and oh how it reminded her of mud. Dirty heart and damned soul, only seemingly fit her...
I accepted that there's going to be up and downs. The downs doesn't make me a failure, however, it is an opportunity to explore what is inflicting me and sharpen my skills. I'm...
hey guys a first poem posted online. id lik positve criticism.
ur mind stored plots
ur eyes held dark mystery
ur nose sensed fear
ur words icy cold
ur chest bares marks...
glowing embers fall
frozen in time
to the grave
once open hearts
poetry of a loaded gun
emotional bird shot
bleeding my mind
Slipknot will always be my favorite band :D
I'm currently in the process of moving my poetry from Wattpad to my own blog... I posted a new poem earlier today... http://beckstapoems.blogspot.co.uk/
So I just read this poem by Jo from http://hellopoetry.com/words/141721/menstruation/poems/ and it's so...relatable. Gosh. Hope you don't mind me sharing this poem with others, Jo...
(For a while)
Let me barrow your warmth.
And for a while I can get away from this awful cold.
So I grasp your hand
And press it with mine.
And for a while, I feel alive.
A Cup Of Love.....
Do not offer me
A cup of tea or coffee
When I visit you
Nor do offer me
The wine or juice
I have thirst to satisfy my soul
And only a cup of love can do...
I'm in love with Lindsey Wixson and in her smile I see something more beautiful than poems...
Memory is like perfume. Sublime , fascinating.. leaves as soon as purpose of sense is felt.
But we are obsessed with same memories (favorite ones) , not realizing we need to sense...
I've shared this poem before under a different group...but I want to share it again...because I love this poem so much....It touches me to the core...
Part of me
My heart you did...
If you're in my circle, you're my favorite:3 If you aren't, I probably don't know you that well, or I just don't like you.
Even as you fall asleep
Don't let them lie to you.
"You can be as pretty as a princess only if you try to" no you are as beautiful as queen ,so don't let them lie to you.
Bleak gray day rain that fell in memories of red as a child looks out a window to see all white.
Growing up things are vibrant full of brights greens, blues that made you happy...
Fell in love twice
You are so funny, you are so nice,
You are the boy with whom I fell in love twice.
The first time was love at first sight,
My heart said 'ouch' when cupid's...
I wrote a poem this morning about my recovery. I hope you enjoy it.
I almost went back out last night.
Then I realized the power of almost.
I almost lost my car last...
Beating heart within my chest.
How much longer can you exist?
With only blood to keep you alive.
How much longer until you die?
With lack of love
I just thought about something of how I feel.
I look upon the blue sky of clouds, I see heaven. A heaven of my own that I can feel. I feel freedom from all the pain and sacrifice...
Words would hang like leaves from trees.
They would pile up high about my knees.
They'd cluster 'round nectar like hungry bees.
If I had enough of em.
like words that has fallen
I mix and match
and look what I had
I think I just write a poem.
I've got a friend... she's a special gal,
always supportive and cheerful too,
she has a way of making me smile,
when I'm feeling down or somewhat blue.
I haven't told her often...
There is a thick mist whose
Cold winds shroud the mountains
Where strange birds call,
And wild things cry,
And small souls shiver in the night.
There is a time of...
I'm writing a poem about this girl at my school i'm crushing on, and it's a really long one, once we are together i'll make you read it on Valentines Day <3
Creds to bananalaffytaffy
1:Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
2:Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
"Understand me. I?m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul"
I rarely write poems. Recently, I came across the only poem I have really ever written and considered poetry.
Dated August 11, 2009 (16 years old)
Time changes a person.
This poem was inspired by a friend, who said she cried after reading her Betty Crocker cookbook, and by my unattainable love, Betty Crocker.
Betty gently and with great care...
My grandparents pick favorites. They prize their biracial grandchildren (half white half black) over the african american (both parents black) ones. You can see racism lives in...