AndieMayOstrander
I chose to believe that all life is special. Its hard to say but its tru and its what I feel. My poetry are derivatives of what I have personally felt and things I have indirectly felt. I get my inspiration from quotes, people, things. I get what I write from the world around me. I write because all my childhood I would read books and just get lost for hours in a story line, I felt emotionally connected to the people inside of the books. I write for those people. I don't think that will ever really change. Yeah my writings dark sometimes and gets a little bit depressing. Hears a little bit of advise for whoever reads this and thinks that or who don't like my poetry. I'm a Fifteen year old girl, you've made a world whir that's all I see nowadays. find the bitter beauty in my words because in the rhyme of them their is truth, I've giving you who I really am no fake mask, you'll have me honest or not at all
I've realized that I love hard
In the moment I can suffocate love
before it has even been born.
I rush in, in fear of loosing it.
And when they knock me back
I fall apart.
I can say that I'm strong all that I want but I'm not
and even this is just playing the victim
oh woe is me oh woe is I
suffocating love before it can cry.
oh woe is we oh woe is us...
or is it just me that cant see when enough is enough
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Being good at Abstract art dose not mean you are bad at art...
It means that you don't follow,
you lead
your art is an extension of yourself.
Don't let anyone take that away
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
How many people have to die,
for you to understand.
That you don't hold someone's life,
in the palm of your hand.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
They say "You can't stop me."
They mean "Pleas try and help me."
They'll tell you "Go away."
But pleas understand they want you to stay.
Because they feel alone,
and loneliness gets old fast.
Because in their heads they see nothing
but, the stretch marks on their legs.
The thoughts that run through their heads,
are about the fact that they cant go out with their friends
they have to save up to be able to afford food instead.
Don't look down on them because they work.
Don't look down on them because of their race.
Don't look down on them because you cant face
the fact that when they grow up...
They'll have more caricature in their pinky toe
than you ever had with that fake *** face....
And even if they fall down.
Get nocked down and locked away.
Some wont turn out ok
but you'll have that one, the Mandela of today.
Don't act like you would have turned out any better than they did.
And I hate to say this...
But my generation is ****
Grow up, get over yourself....
I thought we were better than this....
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
I saw your face in the clouds todays and I remembered you
I remembered your smile and how its been gone for a while
how much you loved the sunny days and the rainy ones alike
I remember how you loved us and how you cared so much
but it also made me sad because the first person I thought about telling
was so far up in the clouds I hurt my voice yelling to you
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
She placed herself alone in a room with her thoughts that were dark.
She danced with the demons that lived in her head and she didn't fall apart.
This girl that I once knew with eyes so blue, danced with the demons inside of her head.
She spoke with them calmly and danced with them till dawn.
So they wouldn't cry when she was dead.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
What will our last deeds be when we are faced with death...
And will we prove to be inherently evil when we have no breath.
They say the memory that you leave behind is glorified.
And to live every day like its your last ride.
I am no better than anyone.
And I am no stronger than you.
But I understand my place in this world..
Do you?
I will not be content with stationary thoughts
Or paths the say they end but the world lays beyond.
I will not be content with this town, this state, this country.
Because I am not content with myself.
Be better they will say than you were yesterday.
Learn something new everyday.
I've learned that life douse give but mostly takes.
Its taken my innocence, its taken my purity.
Because I was not able to value myself,
I was not able to scream for help
But I've learned that he himself was harmed,
like he had harmed me.
So I have forgiven him for what he did, but,not easily.
Because I understand what it dose to your mind
to be beaten brutally.
It is what it is, don't feel bad for me.
because like an angel with broken a wing,
I again will learn to sing.
Be carful and hold fast, because nothing in this life will last.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
We will chase the sun until our time is up
And we will be ok because we have to be
oh, we will chase the sun, till our time is up.
so don't fear for us we were strong enough.
Oh chasing the sun until the moon comes up in the sky.
We might get sad but, youll never hear us cry.
Tell my mom that I am alright, tell my dad I wont
be home tonight.
I am chasing the sun, but Ill be home when I've had enough.
and when its all said and done I would have lived,
I would have chased the sun.
As great as it might seem, freedom is never really free.
We are young and we still bleed.
We were young, much to young
we didn't get to see the world for what it was
But we chased the sun, our time came now our time is up.
Pleas don't foget us now that we are breathless
don't cry for us because we are gone
love us for what we were not what we could have been
love us till the end
We will chase the sun till our time is up,
and we will be ok because we have to be.
We have lived, we have lived enough.
We chased the sun till the moon came up in the sky
so pleas don't cry for us now that our time has come.
pleas be strong enough
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
its alright if I am secondary to whoever comes before me.
its alright if you don't love me anymore.
Because I must, I must have a sine that sais 'use me'
And it must be my fault that you left.
Im sorry that I had a few morals, and I didn't want to have ***
Im sorry that I wanted to Waite till I was in my wedding bed.
And im sorry I made you do it, because my **** was my fault.
At least that's what you said.
Its not even a **** I didn't **** you.
You never said no, you never told me to stop did you?
No I suppose your rite, I didn't tell you to stop.
You couldn't hear me after you covered my mouth.
And you couldn't see my face while tears rolled down.
And you didn't realize that the sounds coming from beneath your hands were my cry's for help.
I guess your rite, it wasn't a **** because you wont admit it Im the one to blame?
No Not this time this wasn't my fault.
My parents still love me, what will yours think when they see you locked up behind bars like a vault.
because again I suppose my **** was my fault.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC