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Feb 2014 · 1.9k
Superheros
unnamed Feb 2014
Why can't I be weak?
Why is it that I can't be selfish?
I'm the one who has to pick up all the pieces.
I'm the one who puts everyone back together.
But who's gonna put me back together?
If I'm supergirl, who's gonna save me?
What am I getting in return?
Who's gonna do something for me?
Because I do this time after time.
And when I wake up I have nothing.
And I am alone.
And I am in shambles.
Sometimes I want to be weak.
Sometimes I need to be broken.
And I want that to be good enough.
I want me to be good enough.
All of me.
Don't stress, that's dumb, I'm here and it's nice to be alive.
Feb 2014 · 732
Raine
unnamed Feb 2014
My name is the tears falling from heaven

Or the tears falling off your face

My name is a promise

A promise that flowers are to come

Because all this bad has a purpose

The rain will wash everything away

And that’s me

I am the rain 

I will wash away all the hurt if you let me

After all the pain has been planted

I am the flowers that grow 

I am the rainbow that paints the sky

A reminder that no matter how grey

Or how damp and unpleasant

Something good will come out of it

And something good will come out of it

If you believe that bad things happen

If you believe that rain falls from the sky

You must also believe in good things

You have to believe the flowers will grow

That the sun will come up

That the sky will be streaked with multicoloured happiness

And that’s where you’ll find me

In the rain 

And all the little things afterward
Who says this poem is about anyone? This poem is about me. Hell, it's literally about my name.
Jan 2014 · 620
Space
unnamed Jan 2014
My skin is two sizes too small
And no matter how I stretch and claw
It doesn't ever really get more comfortable
I take up too much space
And I am incredibly tiny
All at once
When I look in the mirror
I can only see what I'm programmed to
Too big here, too small there
No one wants a girl with skin as tainted as this
When they can buy "Lizzie 2.0"
With clean skin
And a clear head
And a pure heart
A perfect version of myself
Where I can say all the right things
And love all the right people
And do all the wonderful things I want to
Without damaging myself
A version who's smart
And talented
Musical-not just pretending to be
A girl who does her homework like she should
And gets the grades she needs
And goes to college
And gets a job
And has a family
A girl who can get it all right
Without trying
And without the fading tic-tac-toe scars
On her too-small-skin
Jan 2014 · 1.3k
Atelophobia
unnamed Jan 2014
She was the girl
The girl with paper skin
The girl with chocolate eyes
The girl with autumn hair

She was the girl
The girl with a porcelian heart
The girl with a wounded head
The girl with a soaring soul

She was the girl
The girl with fragmented dreams
The girl with starlight memories
The girl with clouded yesterdays

She was the girl
The girl who used broken vases
The girl who used flower bandages
The girl who used yellow books

She is that girl
That girl with her tic-tac-toe skin
That girl with her malleable feelings
That girl with her guarded past
She was
And is
And will forever be

Me
Jan 2014 · 488
History
unnamed Jan 2014
It's funny how
No matter what I do
I'm always the disappointment

At this point
I'm not sure I know
How to be anything else
Jan 2014 · 666
Sinking
unnamed Jan 2014
I'm gasping for air. I can't breathe.
It's cold here. My head hurts.
The waves crash overhead.
I'm scared. It's dark.
Do you hear me?
Please send
Help.
Jan 2014 · 1.9k
Okay. I will.
unnamed Jan 2014
You are acting like a child.
You need to grow up.

Now.

**** up your tears.
You are a ******* adult.

You look pathetic.
You should have all of this done.

Now.

Man up.
Stand up for yourself.

Be proud of your sexuality.
Be who you are.

Now.

Everything.
All at once.

It needs done.
You're irresponsible.

Stop.

Stop ******* crying.
Youre 18 years old.

You're an adult.
Act like one.

Now.
Jan 2014 · 542
Shell
unnamed Jan 2014
I can't tell the difference
Between scars
And stretch marks anymore

I can tell
That my skin
Looks gross

Like a mistake
Someone tried to erase
But forgot they wrote in pen
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
BB
unnamed Jan 2014
BB
No matter how wide I stretch my fingers,
I can't catch all the pain I want to heal.
There's so many people I want to protect,
But I only have one heart and two hands
And I've never been good at juggling.

So, maybe, you can help me hold this net.
We can catch as much hurt as we can.
You're not good at juggling either,
And your eyes are just as wide as mine.
Why not be a two person act?

We'll protect these two beautiful girls,
And we can protect each other too.
We seem strong to them but we know better.
Catching and protecting them from the world,
We're bound to end up with a few bruises.
Before I met you, I only knew you as the alliteration "Beautiful Bassoonist."
Jan 2014 · 3.7k
Sarah Kay - Point B
unnamed Jan 2014
Sarah Kay puts my life into words so much better than I ever could. So here, have my favourite parts of my favourite poem of hers.


"There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

They'll be days like this. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment, and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say, “Thank you.” Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away.

And, yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty **** naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

You are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more. Remember that good things come in threes, and so do bad things, and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you EVER apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing."
Jan 2014 · 933
Thesaurus
unnamed Jan 2014
Liar
Stupid
Naïve
Idiot
*****
Worthless
Garbage
Disappointment
Useless
Trash
Pathetic
Weak
****
Oh I'm sorry I thought you were looking for synonyms for Lizzie
Jan 2014 · 3.6k
My adorable eighth grader
unnamed Jan 2014
There's a girl
Who's 13 years old
And doesn't know she's beautiful

And this girl
This fragile girl
Is scared of being alone

She's so scared
That she won't let us in
Because she doesn't want to hurt us

This lovely girl
She doesn't realize
That we think she's perfect

Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly human
Perfectly.. Perfect

When she pushes us
Though we will never go away
She sees herself in the same way we did (do?)

Unfixably broken
Completely unwanted
And left for dead on her own

And her porcelain skin
Is plastered with strawberry stains
And she moans on her own in the night

And every morning
The sun rises and the birds sing
And we patch her up and hope she'll be alright

Because we understand
We've had our turns on this ride
We're just hoping the ride ends early

She'll be weak
But we'll hold her hand
As she walks from the coaster
Jan 2014 · 359
6 word short story #4
unnamed Jan 2014
Why can't you just have recovery?
Relapse scares me.
Jan 2014 · 494
Spinning
unnamed Jan 2014
The eye of the storm is gone now
Hopefully this time
I don't loose myself in the rubble
Jan 2014 · 629
Calm (haiku)
unnamed Jan 2014
It seems okay now
I know better, this is just
The eye of the storm
Jan 2014 · 745
Lungs
unnamed Jan 2014
Inhale
           Exhale
Inhale
           Exhale
Breathe
It's okay
Breathe
Whatever happened
That's over now
Inhale
           Exhale
Inhale
           Exhale
Life goes on
It'll be okay

No matter how dark the night
The sun will always rise
And the winter
Will always become spring

Breathe
Jan 2014 · 677
Jumps
unnamed Jan 2014
Or maybe
It's not a show
Because you can be
Both happy and upset

You can be happy sometimes
And upset sometimes
And no,
I don't have it made

Because my emotions
Change from the clouds
To the bottom of the ocean
In the snap of a finger

I am incredibly happy
And I am terribly sad
All
At
Once
Jan 2014 · 437
6 word short story #3
unnamed Jan 2014
And sometimes
I just don't
Feel
Jan 2014 · 799
6 word short story #2
unnamed Jan 2014
Sometimes
I almost feel
Good enough
Jan 2014 · 549
Inhale
unnamed Jan 2014
I think
I'll hold my breath
Until I die
Jan 2014 · 563
Repeat
unnamed Jan 2014
My entire life
I've tried

I've tried to be perfect
I've tried to be good enough
I've tried to be smart
I've tried to be talented
I've tried
And tried
And tried

I've tried to make others happy
I've tried to be what they need
I've tried to be their strength
I've tried to help everyone

But
I've never tried to help me
I've never tried to be me
I've never tried to make myself happy
And I'm not sure
I ever will
Because
I'm not sure
I know
How
Jan 2014 · 587
Exhale
unnamed Jan 2014
Perhaps
It would be better
If I just
Stopped breathing
Jan 2014 · 807
This isn't a poem
unnamed Jan 2014
Boys
Girls
Friends
Dead
Hurt
Cry
Alone
Together
Good
Bad
Sad
Mad
­Disappointed
Again
And
Again
And
Again
Fault
Always
Mine
Stupid
Worthless
Idi­ot
Girl
Too
Naïve
Too
Much
Heart
Too
Many
Scars
Because
Too
Many
­Falls
Pushed
From
High
Places
By
High
People
Low
Esteem
Broken
Gi­rl
unnamed Jan 2014
I'm awful
Pathetic
Worthless
No good
Stupid
Naïve
Dumb
Hurtful
Torturous

A *****
An idiot
And a liar

And I'm never
Going to be
Good enough

*Repeat. Increase speed.
Jan 2014 · 549
Rewind
unnamed Jan 2014
If I could go back
I would take the blade
From the hands of that
Twelve year old girl

If I could go back
I would talk to her
Tell her she's important
That she's beautiful

If I could go back
I would look at her
And I would beg her
To believe that I'm right

If I could go back
I would erase her hurt
So that in the future
She would hurt less

If I could go back
I would let her know
She isn't worthless
And that she never was
Dec 2013 · 436
Void
unnamed Dec 2013
I shouldn't exist
What made me think
That I was good enough
To deserve this space on earth

I shouldn't exist
I take up too much room
Someone else could use my breath
To do something beautiful and influential

I shouldn't exist
Because I am naïve
And no matter what I do
It will never be good enough

I shouldn't exist
And I'm sorry
That I
Do
Dec 2013 · 801
Music
unnamed Dec 2013
You are the songs in my head
Love is old, love is new
Love is all, love is you

And most everything I listen to
Oh you fill my lungs with sweetness
And you fill my head with you

Reminds me of you
Everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now, they'll say

(You know, you look perfect
No matter how close)

And I play these songs on repeat
Just like my memories of you
Cherishing them because I know
That when the song ends
I can replay it
I just wish
That every time you leave
I could replay the memories

But memories don't do you justice
And memories aren't tangible
They're imaginary copies
And you are the realest thing
I've ever met
Dec 2013 · 476
A girl
unnamed Dec 2013
I adore you
The soft curve of your lips
The words that fall out of them
Clumsy and awkward
And the way they part
Just for me

I adore you
The way your hands fit mine
The same ones that play trumpet
Beautiful and moving
And the way they become gentle
When in contact with me

I adore you
The way your eyes fill with wonder
Even when your brain is clouded
Brown and wonderous
And the way they look
When they're looking at me

You are ******* poetry
Dec 2013 · 340
Actually
unnamed Dec 2013
That's exactly how I felt.
Dec 2013 · 464
6 word short story
unnamed Dec 2013
I am worthless.
She sees otherwise.
Dec 2013 · 478
Beauty
unnamed Dec 2013
There's beauty in stating the obvious
Like when we were entangled
And you sighed
"You're so soft"
Or
"You smell good"
Or
"You make me happy"

Those moments
Those words
Are my favourite
Of all the things you say
Dec 2013 · 405
Now
unnamed Dec 2013
Now
Even now
I put myself last

Even now
I want you to be happy

Even now
I'm terrified of you

Even now
I don't feel good enough

Even now
My anxiety is awful

So bad
I can even finish
A ******* poem
Dec 2013 · 552
Tick tock
unnamed Dec 2013
It's 10:42 pm
And I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of kissing you
And how I feel infinite

It's 10:43 pm
And I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of sleeping with you
In the most innocent way

It's 10:44 pm
And I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of you alone in your bed
And I wish I could tuck you in

It's 10:45 pm
And I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of how with each minute
I'm a minute closer to your arms

It's 10:46 pm
And I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of you living so far away
And I am patiently awaiting your return
Dec 2013 · 6.8k
Time heals all wounds
unnamed Dec 2013
I have finally quit cutting
But I can clearly remember why I used to
And I can feel the urges to do so
That will never leave

I remember the first time
It scared me and hurt
I blamed the parallel lines
On a cat I didn't have

I didn't like it the first time
I don't remember why I did it again
For a while I never drew blood
I wish I had stopped at that

I quit many times
But with every relapse I got worse
They got deeper
I bled more

The red that dripped down my skin
Burning like lava on it's way down
A red river to show me
How worthless I am

They say time heals all wounds
But I'm left with these scars
These stories etched into my skin
From when I was at my weakest

I remember the last time
I only made one cut
But it was so deep
It didn't stop bleeding for days

It's been four months
And that stupid scar is pink and angry
That I had ruined
Another patch of skin

I understand what it's like
To be broken
And feel useless
To feel worthless

And that is why
I cry
When I kiss
Her scars
This isn't even a poem
It's a story
With stanzas
Dec 2013 · 484
Apologies
unnamed Dec 2013
I'm sorry
I'm awful at everything
Except making people fall in love with me
And I'm sorry
That you fell for me
When I'm falling for her

I'm sorry
That I found out too late
That I like girls
And I'm sorry
That you fell for me
When I could never fall for you

I'm sorry
For all the trouble I put you through
All the heartbreak I caused
And I'm sorry
That you fell for me
When I wasn't right for you
This poem makes no sense.
Oh well.
Dec 2013 · 832
Closure
unnamed Dec 2013
Slow and steady
Steady and slow
I'll try to understand
What happened months ago

Slow and steady
Steady and slow
I'll try to rekindle
A bond that I miss so

Slow and steady
Steady and slow
Except this time no kissing
Unless it's the kind that you blow

Slow and steady
Steady and slow
I'm not ready
And you already know

Slow and steady
Steady and slow
She is my anchor now
Just go with the flow
Dec 2013 · 3.0k
Good enough
unnamed Dec 2013
You know, I have a history of abandonment
Of people telling me
I'm not good enough

Of people leaving me
For something they deem better
Making me not good enough

My father left me
For drugs
And I don't feel good enough

My grades are slipping
I'm losing my feet
And I know I'm not good enough

But then there's her
This sweet girl
And she makes me feel treasured

There's this girl
This lovely girl
And I don't feel anxiety

I'm not scared anymore
I don't feel any pressure
I don't need to be good enough

Because to her,
I already am
Dec 2013 · 19.1k
Distance
unnamed Dec 2013
I'll hold you in my heart
Until I can hold you in my arms
I'll cling to every word you say
And wish you weren't so far away

I'll kiss you softly whenever I can
Because I don't know when I will again
And who cares what the world thinks of us
When I think the world of you

So yes, perhaps distance is a drag
And yes, people can be too
But love of mine please give it some time
Because in time I'll be with you
For my sweet girl, who lives an hour from my arms.

— The End —