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i have gotten so good at pretending that everything is okay that it is second nature to me now. with a straight face I will tell you that I'm fine and with a relieved smile you'll say great and we'll go our separate ways and at night i will cry everything away and i night my demons come out to play my mind is their playground and oh my how much fun they have they plunder and pillage all the happiness I once had
As soon as you see someone smiling
you have to turn their smile into a frown
If someone is getting recognition at a party
you have to steal their spotlight and bring them down
If two people are getting along romantically
you look for ways to tear them apart
If nothing goes your way
you use people as weapons as you stomp on everyone's hearts
You make threats that could land you in jail
only to turn the tables to make yourself look like the victim
You bring your children into your nonsense
not giving a thought on how much your negativity will affect them
You put on a constant show
while causing chaos behind the scenes
You are a drama addict
you need help desperately
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: February. 22, 2016 Monday 8:00 PM
three*
I am dead inside
two
I have no place to hide
one
In death I will abide
Sorry for the ****** poems lately... Doesn't mean Im going to stop writing them, but sorry.
He likes hot chocolate
I like lattes
He loves Netflix on Fridays
and I love kisses on Sundays
I wonder what he thinks
when he's sipping his drink
I know what I'm thinking about
I'm thinking he's perfect for me
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: March. 29, 2016 Tuesday 2:31 PM
When I met her...
Her fridge was empty
But her hands were used to the hot stove...
When she met me,
My fridge was full
But my fingers didn't dare to touch a ***...

When I met her...
My chaotic life seemed unreasonable...
When she met me,  
Her hectic mind found someone to understand...

When I met her...
Her mischievous, wondrous eyes
found someone to match them...
When she met me...
I was looking for answers to bring myself to know that things were ok...  

When I met her...
I found truth within myself...
When she met me...
She met a mirror looking back at her...
Her currency was heartbeats
She only shopped with time.
She paid for things with seconds
As she waited in a line.

You cannot put heartbeats in a money box.
To save for a rainy day.
You either use them or you lose them
Heartbeat’s are made that way

She would spend heartbeats on strangers
As they shared their troubles and woes
Because kind hearts are worth more than riches
And go much further than money goes.

She would spend a heap of heartbeats on moments
Visiting old and precious friends.
Who wondered how she was so happy
With so little money to spend.

But money only buys possessions
While heartbeats buy much more.
They buy  you friends and love and laughter
And a warm  smile at every door.

It a fact you can’t buy heartbeats
When you have used them they are gone
So spend your heartbeats wisely
For one day you will have none.
This **** spackle is everywhere
I'm trying so hard
To cover the holes
Cover the cracks
Bury the smell of tears
With fresh paint
No one will ever know
Not until they push on it
And it cracks
Not until they too
Break through the wall
And decide to try
And tear every bit down.
 Jan 2016 Frosted Flowers
saoirse
you told someone today
that i never really cared
and they told someone
that told someone else
that told me

i told someone today
that i always care
far too much
and that i was scared
and i pray
and i hope that they will tell someone
that will tell someone
that will tell you.
a part of me hopes you'll never read this, the other prays you will because maybe then you would understand
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