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April Jul 2018
July 29th 2001
I remember the sun was in an out
the same way people entered the house,
constantly, in an out,
next thing I remember is us getting our picture taken
standing beside each other,
respectively three and five.

Maybe at that point we didn't understand what was going on around us,
but I think in our own way,
we understood that things were changing,
that what we were used to,
would never be the same.

Now its July 29 2018
17 years has past,
we abandoned taking our picture together,
for whatever the reason, whether it's because we're older,
or more busier,
it doesn't matter.
Picture or no picture,
we both have adapted.
We don't have to stand next to one another,
to realize we're there for each other.
draft- this is a total mess, hopefully will edit soon
April Aug 2014
Cigarettes threaten your lungs, but your love threatens my heart.
April Oct 2014
i've got nothing left
my smile is like miniscule shards of glass
each part so pointy
no one wants to touch and make it curve

and they've past me
time and time again
I've become accustomed to their feet crushing me

I wait
soon enough the snow
will burden me whole
and I'll be a lifetime away
April Jun 2014
if i take a break
sit on the sidelines
the waves will wash ashore
the sandcastle will come to ruins
and i don't think i can watch everything I made
everything I became
falter
the sun beating down
the sand in between my toes
suffocates
but not as much as the thought of failure
so today I'll ride the waves
just a little comparison
April Apr 2014
i never seem to get it right
to much rhythm or too much rhyme
it doesn't matter
cuz no one can relate
i question why i try
but then i remind myself
what better would i do
if the words were thawed from my soul
never to be found again
would I be any happier
then before I sat down to
construct this stupid work of art?
this just comes out when i type and i don't even know.
April May 2014
i can compare his absence to anything
but the fact of the matter is he is gone
he's dead
my father is dead
and everything i do
the amount of times I try to explore the world
A new crack shatters my skin
I was never prepared to move on
so
your judgmental eyes
lips moving fast

don't you understand
I'll never be able to match your stride
I'll never move on

I wish you could understand
April Jun 2014
ive lost my spark
my vision
my energy
and most importantly
i lost my voice

and when
he, she, they
walk over me
crush me
I can't
I won't
do anything to stop it
April Nov 2018
he didn't sin
he wasn't deserving
his body didn't even know it

some say it was
bad luck, maybe..
just a freak occurrence

but
death couldn't care
she gave him 13870 days
not a day less and not a day more
her word is always final
April Aug 2014
Stuck inside a dark room
I'm dying for a breath of air
I'm not letting myself out

I want everyone to know my secrets
yet I can't open my mouth

when they look inside my eyes i want them to feel my pain
yet I avert my gaze to the ground

I want to stand up to all my demons
yet I don't have the strength to get out of this haze
April May 2014
they heard voices
i wondered
i heard voices too
but then I realized
the voice was only my own
I had let this hate eat my flesh
tear my veins
swelled my heart till it was too large to
feel warmth again

i wasn't a monster
no I was me
the girl
with the nervous hands
timid voice
nothing changed
only the depths of my dreams

and the catch was
no one
in my view of sight
wanted to be my hook
leap in
be my warrior

and tonight
with my inner voice
telling me things
embarking them in my brain
I know
everything is uncertain
tomorrow
I can only dream
is this even a poem? hah, i literally do not know if this makes any sense whatsoever. I might fix it tomorrow :)
April Jun 2014
she couldn't comprehend,
hours before she was content,
and now her friend is gone
and the happiness
slipped through her fingers
so easy

the same as the dust swirled around her
frame and all
as she stood and watched his silhouette
meet the perfect girl

where did she go wrong
April Jun 2017
You hesitate now
As if my touch could burn you
But you know it won't
April Jun 2014
you watched me
you knew my habits
you knew my fears
and now you're gone
not a phone call in nine months
only saw your face barely passing by
you're gone

but you're here more than ever
in the late summer nights
last  one awake
i remember
you're by the television
you're fading each night more and more

i should have known you wouldn't last
i just never thought
at the highest peak
taking
and
pushing
us
down
would be your escape
what hurts the most is when someone does something unforgivable and everything and everyone tells you to hate them... but no matter what you can't hate them.
April Oct 2016
When I was 8 years old I made my brother mad
He beat me up
Tackled me on the couch
Held me down
I didn’t have the strength to escape him

When I was free I went to my friend’s house
I cried
My friend tried to comfort me
But all I could think
Was how could he lay a hand on me?
I never wanted to go home

Because when I was 8 years old
My brother was 20
He was the oldest guy I loved
The oldest guy I trusted
How could he physically hurt me like that?
*very rough copy*

this isn't fictionalized whatsoever.. its all completely real and a true event. Comments are welcome, and as for the poem format etc. I'm planning on editing soon so this isn't the final draft
April Mar 2014
When I think of you
its like needing an umbrella in the peak of a storm
or carrying a bag full of groceries and it all breaks through
When I look at you
its like being on top of the mountain to suddenly being on the bottom
or writing an acceptance speech to realize you never were accepted
When I hear you
its like a symphony gone awry
or waking up with nothing but yourself
Disappointing it is
But when I touch you
its like the chair to the table
or the eye lashes to the eye
so necessary it is
the same way your embrace keeps me in line
April May 2014
All i wonder at night
is how to rid the sight of you
when all i want to do
is close my eyes
April Apr 2014
they say the ghosts lived in her eyes
i don't think that's true
I think her eyes will always shine
maybe not in the light
but at 3 am
all alone
when only nightmares occupy her mind
her eyes will shine
she will feel
and
one day you might just catch a glimpse
and know shes alive
for real
April Jul 2015
I lost my wit
when you stole my words
the smiles seemed enough

now I'm sitting here
alone again
everyone wonders why I'm bitter
every time, your name is on the tip of my tongue
but I spare you, again an again

I gained insecurity
when you left me for the dirt
the silence seems to be all I can handle
what do you think?
April Mar 2014
Simple things
laughing, smiling, hugging
captured her focus
so sharp
so ready
she didn’t miss a thing

but silence
the weight to her shoulders
the fog to her vision
ripped her thoughts to shreds

scattered all over
she realized
what really was missing
what she really needed was
*him
April Jun 2014
she used to look up to him
he was older
his words never failed to make her smile
now the tears stream down her face
and hes gone
dead
he sold his soul
his smile
for the poison
all just to taint his veins
and
why she asks
does it hurt
does she want
for him
to be with her again
even if hes not the same
people make decisions and not all the time do we agree. All we can do is remember the memories and move on
April Mar 2017
7 years

2,442 days ago
I held your hand
I watched the rise of your chest
and, God, it was so hard to see

I couldn't comprehend
how that light in your eyes
and the softness of your touch
was disappearing- like it was all just a dream

Maybe if I was stronger, or if I was
more outgoing, I would have called out your name,
in those minutes,
I would have told you how
I couldn't lose you

but, I hesitate,
I keep words to myself

the silence was the easiest part,
for a millisecond
we could believe,
this was all pretend

but, fact was
you were traveling to the light,
and they told me I could leave,
but, I needed to see you go

today,
I still see us gathered around you,
and I ache,
for everything I should've said

I plead for just a second more,
to meet your eyes,
just to smile,
& let you know,
I love you
oh so so much.
it's amazing how some things you can forget but others its like it just happened yesterday
April Dec 2014
Five days, each, we do the same
rise to the sun
mold our face

hard desks, loud voices
we take notes
they think we care
all it takes, a second- earns a twitch of the finger
but they don't see

we are safe

Yet here we sit
we wonder why
before us- the scientist, the detective
most referred- the counselor awaits

we ponder
do they know
pain is what we crave

we see no perceptive
cross their face

all we can do is wait
April Jan 2019
It's always been the way you look at things
determines how things are
so why do you expect things to stay the same when
you've changed the direction you're looking?

look at me now
what you see- that's how you'll identify me
look at me upside down
I'm never going to be the same

.... it's logic he tells me,
and I think he could not be more right.
April May 2014
For some time
it occurred to me
I was better off
mute than loud

the words I spoke
always lost in the happy glow
the strength I attained
never seemed to shine
like their faces
spending time with their friends
April Jun 2014
i want to extract these burning thoughts
and plant them in the soil
maybe then they'll make sense
they'll spread, savage the poison ivy tainting the
bare earth

and when you decide to come home
maybe you'll see the clarity
maybe you'll feel the blackness that wrecked my soul
slithering in the air
and you'll look in my eyes
and finally
embrace *me
April Jul 2014
I crave you
you're the energy to my roots
and as I grow
I want you beside me

It all makes sense
until it doesn't

A down pour of a different kind
taunts me
I  crave no more
and you
you're hard to make out
when all I can see is tidal waves
menacing
ready to pull me under

and you approach me
gentle and calm
but it's too late
somewhere in the stormy weather
i realized
I don't need another drop of water
you're all the same
wow i just compared love to water
April Nov 2016
tonight
I ache to see you sitting next to me
I yearn to hear your voice
I desperately wish you could make me feel alive

the days are adding up
and they don't stop- for me

you've been gone for decades
and each 10th year mark
I feel like a part of me slips away to

tonight
if just for a few minutes
I want you

If you could make me feel something
I could tuck it away
cherish it forever


but forever,
that's a time
I'll never have with you

every moment, you're gone
you're a memory- one that I can't even remember

I wish I could have you
April Jul 2016
I'm scared
And the only way to escape anxiety
is to get rid of the fear.
But I can't,
I'm lacking confidence-
I'm all thoughts but no action.

My father left me
he's gone
I don't know what kind of person he was
I don't know how he would've talked to me
I don't know what his touch would've felt like
I don't know what he would've said to my friends

But I know his absence is the reason
this anxiety lives inside of me

anxiety is not a disease
it is not a condition
it is a feeling

a feeling that can be replaced*

I just wish I overcame it
before it found a comfy
place to call its home

Now I struggle
and old memories
taunt me from afar

Life is moving on
and **** I'm *always scared
April Apr 2014
She lost the tattered paper
the same way she lost herself
dropped and forgotten
friends disappear
out in the open
world watches her solitude
ready to be stepped on
strangers laugh at her whimpers
rain dances upon the sheet
silence suffocates
all alone
*all alone
April Sep 2014
her tears are drying
the echo of his footsteps are long gone
its midnight now
and she's all alone

he was her cave
covering her from the world of lies
now her figure stands so clear
amidst the brush
and she's stuck with all her insecurities

she pleads desperately every night
she doesn't want to endure the scratches
or the ground shaking beneath her feet
the burn of their eyes
it's all to much

but shes stuck
and once again she realizes, she's all *alone
April Sep 2014
in 1868 they sewed 'freak' across her chest
she was the ant of the food chain
it was a contest for them,
who could smother her the hardest

in 1878 they ravaged her
they were the crows
and she was a worm
they won
she came home with purple eyes
and a smothered heart

in 1888 they sat on hard sofas
frown lines permanent
they worked, the years of past were coming of age
she was a trophy
in their finest efforts

and she
cocooned with her published memoir
counted her wealth
overwhelmed with glee
she had a mended heart
not a trace of a scar
and she was alive
and simply *free
a weird one... maybe idk. And idk what the years resemble i think they sounded good in my head idk....
April Apr 2014
All** I have left (are)
(the ) words your voice gave

The tears come
But you don't return
My lungs waver
But you don't reassure me
My vision blurs and the world seems to fade
But your hands are not in mine
I chant
your not coming back
why can't (I ) move on

All I have left (are)
the words your voice gave
read from top to bottom. Then read bottom to top, starting with the words in parenthesis :)
April Aug 2017
It's the twenty-third of the month
She's finally discovered a rhythm through the days
but soon enough, a new month will show
and she knows
once again
she'll have to adjust

That's the way it always is
the way it's always been

adjust for her mother, adjust for her father
and when she met him-
she suspected he would assume the same

but he told her
her attempts weren't good enough
which he must really have meant-
she wasn't good enough

so he left, barely the start of the month
and she spent the days alone
and that's what she is dealing with now
days of the month
forever taunting her

and if she lets a tear slip at night
well that just further proves-
she's deficient

they told her
but she tried not to listen
in hopes they could be wrong
but they've always been *right
April May 2019
in a tiny moment, so insignificant in time

he looked up to the sky,
as if he saw someone looking down at him

and I was in awe
because he did that to...

just..  like..  me..

I wondered how much our pain was the same
April Apr 2014
i thought i knew
for the depths of solitude i traveled
sharpened my eyes
trapped my heart
tainted my very spirit
but now I see you
crimson red
fiery hot touch
there may as well be horns sprouting from your head
oh
your the animosity I wish I never had
April Mar 2014
They throw around the word "anxiety"
They say the upcoming test will give them anxiety
That's only nerves
A synonym

They don't feel
Burning hands
Terror throughout
Drifting eyes
World falling apart

If they felt
The way I do
Would they laugh and stare
The way they do
* new account*
April Apr 2014
In class we talked about writing poetry
poets are outstanding
they connect two separate things
use similes and metaphors
think everywhere
and than within
skill, talent, expertise are needed
my heart skipped a beat
are my poems a mockery?
but then I read those cries for help written in the dark at 3 am
I realized
poetry can only come from the mind
and most importantly
a juvenile one like mine
I think anyone can get a poem published.... poetry is the things that cross your mind :)
April Jun 2014
You called me a flower, beautiful to the eyes of the artist

Years later
When I received no call
I let
your touch have no sound
for as hard as I tried to forget
meaningless hours
always spent remembering

when you finally show
no
you wont get a smile
nor a laugh
not even a goodbye
muttered through these tear stained lips

not even a silent wish for peace
growing like vines
impatient
scattering my mind

no
not at all
you're the darkness
numb feeling
left after a storm
that ruined natures greatest gift
the timid flower
you once declared a master art
April Apr 2015
Don't tell me you understand
because you don't

at the age of three
you didn't lose your father

spend
countless therapy sessions
with brave smiles
and shaky trust

yes, I'm here now, barely
and you're trying to tell me
everything is going to be okay

but you're wrong

I'm searching for the type of love
only a father gives
and I can't bring myself to stop

I have this stupid belief that
he's out there
and this has all been a joke

but  truly I've gotten it all backwards
I'm the joke
and if you knew how I really felt- surely you'd send me away
two in one night.. this is what happens when I'm alone.
April Oct 2014
let me go
walk thousands of miles
up the hills
through the brush
scream to the moon and stars
and laugh under the rays


let me go
cuz I'm the rope pulling you down
you don't see me
but I'm there
and you need to escape

You don't deserve the burn
or the late nights


let me go
I'm getting more and more tangled
and I need help
but
you're so much better
use your skills on someone else
find a ribbon
silk on you're fingertips
pretty in color

just let me go
April Aug 2016
You came into my life
took me up the mountain tops

I swore I'd never go
but you're by my side
and I've forgotten how to say no

You came into my life
took me to a secluded place- and asked me why I'm so shy

I swore if someone like you
asked me-
I'd have plenty to say,
but you're touching me,
and I'm scared to move

You came into my life
took everything I thought I knew

I swore I'd never feel this way
but you're still here
and I can't make sense of anything - furthermore
I'm a mess
April Jan 2016
he* asked me to remember
but he didn't realize,
our memories are shattered
pieces of glass,
one ***** of the finger- is all it takes
for the blood to show

because he asked
I wanted to

I'd pick up the shards, feel the pain
if only it meant feeling him again

I'd cry, I'd scream, feel the terror
if only it meant never being lonely again

but, I spent months bandaging up
forgetting his silly face

I can't give in
its been way too long
April Jun 2014
everything hurts
not when you're alone
but
when your soul
won't allow you to have company
April Jun 2014
They say it gets harder


I'm scared to consume there words
if they settle in my mind
banish everything positive
I'm afraid my skin will disintegrate
muscles will fail to hold my weight
and my eyes
the haze will vanish
And I will show

then they'll truly understand
I'm not even good for now
As you age you wish you were back to you younger years... but what if the early years are such a struggle
April Mar 2015
Here- with me now
I can hear your pain
I can see the agony flowing from your lips
I can feel you watching me

but-  without me later
you'll only have the dark
and
I told you, once, and once again

All you said was 'leave'

So,
I hope in the dark
you can realize
I want to share your pain, feel your agony, and see what your eyes see

I want you,
I want to hold you tight,
I want us to be a team

I don't know how to be more precise

I can't leave, I can't even let you go
*I'm in love with you
been very busy as of late- but im back! Also ive been trying to write my poems more gender neutral so all readers can relate hope its working :D
April Jun 2014
why do they compare the beautiful, like flowers in world full of weeds
flowers aren't endless
they grow and they die

mother used to call me a flower
her slurred mumbles
with her quivering hands and all
she didn't really see
the beautiful exists beneath
and never would she understand the soul will always seek the ends of the earth

so why call the beautiful, flowers
call them four leaf clovers
helping those in need of luck
a gentle hand they are
they will always be remembered
for their beautiful souls
were always a helping hand

it wasn't there beauty
or there extraordinaire
it was there four sides
quick to guide

that's the beauty, the underneath
April Oct 2017
you lie in the hospital bed
antiseptics and hospital food waver in the air
as if, asking for permission to linger

and you see her tense, knowing she wants to scream
because how ironic it is-
you can barely speak

every few minutes the bed beneath you shakes
the only bit of movement your body sees

the ticking of the clock
is a constant reminder
you're never going to escape

soon she must go,
you find the darkness behind your eyelids
is easier to bare
when your so alone

later in time
you think of her
and then you think of mini her

once again you have no control
a tear slides down your cheek,
you're never going to watch her grow

your little daughter,
is going to live without a father
because cancer,
took away your life

and with no strength
how could you ever grasp
meaning in your last few days
April Sep 2014
we're sitting surrounded by the white walls
counting our breaths
feet explore the beige tile
as our eyes climb the walls

they come in
gripping there manila folders
expressions grim

they tell us there's a crack
not lining our skin
no its inside
and every minute
its delving deeper

and they say sooner or later
our bodies wont keep up
no its a force we cant control

they leave us
gone from these white walls
only leaving us with the news

and we're alone again
with only the thoughts of how
each minute
we lose a little more of our self
each second we're breaking
April Jun 2015
I know you're out there
and I know you want revenge

the music is blaring
but I hear you, trying to break in

it's late an I'm all alone
yet what scares me the most, is seeing you
with bloodshot eyes
wanting me dead

I'm afraid, that's true,
not afraid of death
or being trapped with you

I fear of your hands, touching me
and memories swirling
reminding me- I used to believe in *you
It's kind of repetitious, or at least it seems that way right now. I don't really know, I just had to write this out. Feedback welcome! :)
April Mar 2019
I've spent so much time looking
in the mirror
waiting
to see you in a part of me
but disappointment is glass
& one day I'll have the strength to break it
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