I was going to do my homework
Then the washer went off
And the clothes reaped of daisies
And all I could think of were flowers

Sooner or later my homework will be done
Then a deer interrupted my thoughts
Grazing on the grass
I gazed from my window
I haven’t seen one this close

I meant to be productive
Till a woodpecker pecked
And a mockingbird sang a verse
While a hawk belted the chorus
They formed a little bird band.


What was I gonna do again?

Welcome to the mind of ADHD/ADD, or even a procrastinators mind. I wrote this poem for my English class because I had loads of homework and in all honesty, i didn't wanna do it and I continuously got distracted, so I wrote this poem on why I couldn't do the homework for my homework assignment.

I sat by you in the dressing room
as you revealed your deepest secrets.
I hugged you as you cried,
telling you my own stories.
I made an ass of myself to see you smile.

Weeks go by and you don't speak to me.
That girl you claimed hurt you keeps you close.
In return, you keep her close and me afar.
She ceases to trust me,
and you were the one who told her not to.

I kept your secrets, and you twisted the knife.
I was stabbed in the back weeks ago,
but you, with your slick soothing words,
you hid the wound from me.
Now I am wary of kind words.

I offer kindness to a cruel world.
When care and attention is offered to me,
I shirk back, avoiding the one thing meant to heal
a hurting heart such as my own
because sometimes sweetness is laced with poison.

I have been M.I.A. for a while, but I'm back now. I hope you enjoy this poem, dedicated to the people around me.

College applications are done
Acceptance acceptance... acceptance
Fill out forms
You're in, that's good
Recommendation letters
A b r e e z e
But oh dear.
They need what now?
SS what's that Number again?
O  N  E   M  O  R  E   T  I  M  E
You have my email!
Address upon address,
didn't I just look at this?
Start again.
College will be
as the applications.

Basically my thoughts while trying to sign up for scholarships and declaring a new major...

Walking into first period I am a 12-year-old girl again,
Confidence turned into racing heartbeats and jumbled words.
Imaginary conversations fill my head with possibilities but nothing ever seems to escape my lips but a timid smile.
I trash my spearmint gum and begin walking back to my seat, the teacher has only just begun talking.
I take three steps before daring to look up,
by the fourth I see blue out of my peripheral...
You are looking at me.
The fifth step, I am looking at you.
And for the entirety of that second all the other faces of the room blurred and I swear the history lesson took a pause for the present and there was solely that simple look to be shared.
A look I have found to be all too familiar but yet it never comes enough to be able to fully decipher it.
It is a look of timid desire.
It is a look of fire and ice, of two elements of opposite worlds colliding.
It is a look of earth and water.
A sly romance which everyone sees but no one knows.
Water hits the shore and I am chocolate melting, I am soil eroding.
I am the tree's branches bending under the misty wind.
I am the earthquake that causes the hurricane, the tsunami.
Yet you are calm like the tranquil sea.
Your eyes the color of the shallow water on a southern beach just before the break of a gentle wave at shore in the first hour of sunrise.
I think of you, and there are butterflies.
I look at you, and they rest.
We both simultaneously break our glance as I turn to my seat.
Oh, how I wish you were sitting next to me.

January 29th, 2017 - 10:5

Back in high school
I made up a questionnaire
for every one of our friends
I asked them to fill it out
and told them I would compile a list
of all our favorite things to share
But really I just wanted
to know more about you
I could not ask you directly
I loved you too much already
To risk you telling me no.

@LadyofRavenhill 1/11/17
Just a memory of our younger years with my high school sweetheart whom I am still with today fifteen years later.

Let me tell you about how I run
There are a couple of ways but none of them are fun.

There's a "move the fuck out of my way" kind of run
Shot at by some man with a gun
Running over old ladies and children
To get the hell out and save my own skin
Kind of run...

And there's the "cliche blonde running through my head all day"
Where I don't get exercise, but she seems to sweat away
The pounds of brains until I'm dumbfoundedly dumb
And I find myself passed out on the couch with a bottle of rum
And a headache that makes me want to blow my brains out
Cause I can't get some Aspirin and a good woman to blow me out
Kind of run...

And there's the angsty little man that runs from home
Fighting his abusive dad and his best friend "hormone"
When he gets a kick in the nuts named reality
and a left hook to the face named puberty
by Mike Tyson riding a bison
Who leans over and whispers "you lost the fight son"
Kind of run...

Then there are the times when I run my fingers over the typewriter
Making more mistakes than a single stared wasted waiter
Running my imagination that nobody wants to hear on a page
A piece of shit that nobody will ever notice on stage
Lost in cut out hearts and origami cranes
and on washed out newspapers on old broken trains
kind of run...

However, there is a time when I actually get off my ass to run
But It hurts cause I'm a beached walrus with my ass in the sun
Flopping on land and trying to swim through concrete
Unable to see that I have 2 feet
cause there are 2 feet of fat that is constricting my view
Of who I am and what I'm really able to do
Kind of run...

And this is the part of the poem when I run away to Spain
Clearly, I can’t run that far so I guess I’ll take a plane
And I’ll bring the beautiful blonde with me in a first class spa
And I’ll walk into Spain saying “Su casa es mi Casa
But it will never be the other way around
Cause if I see you on my property you’ll be six feet underground
Kind of run...

a silly poem I wrote in high school I thought I would share
#highschool   #running   #fat   #angsty   #tyson   #bison  
Anonymous Freak
Anonymous Freak
Dec 23, 2016

There's only so long
You can hide behind social
And which clothes you wore,
And who was smartest.
You end up
In one of many places
When high school finally ends.

Maybe you were smart,
And wore pastel cardigans,
And you ended up in a pristine
Accross the country,
That you hate.

Maybe you're working
Full time,
In a little farm store,
Where the men there
Treat you like meat.

Maybe you're part time
In a preserved piece
Of old America,
With guns hanging
Far above your head,
And beer signs
Tattooing the side of the building.

You'll be stuck in one
Of many places,
But wherever you are,
You'll have no idea where
You're going,
Because no one
Is telling
What to do

Vanessa Evans
Vanessa Evans
Oct 20, 2016

Oh how scary it is, to know so little
to feel like a rabbit running in circles
when every one is telling you to run in squares

Oh how scary it is, to be so out there
with no one to hold your shaking hand
and to have nothing to be proud of

Oh how scary it is, to fake a smile
and tell everyone how excited you are
but you feel like an overturned turtle

Oh how scary it is, to be next in line
gripping tightly at dollars and dimes
but not yet knowing what you want

Oh how scary it is
to not be ready

You guys, I'm so unprepared. I have no idea what I am doing. I feel like everyone has their life put together and that I am just a  mess. I have no idea about college. My parents are helping either (with applying or tuition) I'm trying tho
Sylus Fox
Sylus Fox
Sep 21, 2016

Head down
Hair up
Don’t say a word.
Walk past
Quickly now
They might see you.
Duck into class
Sink in your seat
Don’t risk it
They might see you.
Long sleeves
Mostly black
Blend into the crowd
So they won’t see you.
If they do
They’ll judge you
Every move
Every breathe
They’re judging you.
Your name is called
Just walk past
Before they notice
That you’re
not the same.
Leave behind
Any thoughts of fitting in
this is you
And if you aren’t
Completely silent
They might notice you.

#highschool   #anxiety   #scared   #lost   #people   #mental   #help   #issues   #helpme   #fittingin  
JR Rhine
JR Rhine
Sep 18, 2016

The elephant in the room
was a kid in the high school cafeteria
with an acoustic guitar.

Meandering forlornly through the aisles
hoping that someone would listen to him
stumble through the opening chords to "Crazy Train."

He was just trying to fit in, same as I,
but God did I hate him for it.

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