autumn-ann-melton
I'm 14. Poetry is my escape. I love making my work better and love sharing my work. My poems can range in topics but mostly stay close to sad and relationships for thats where I know and relate to. My poems are related to things I've been through or have experienced so please no judging. Love to hear from you guys!!!
who am i
to have the right
to shoot an arrow
into your heart
to make you love me?
sadly my name's not cupid.
but then again,
nor does cupid exist.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
Why is love so stupid
I feel like don't want to love anymore
I wish if can not saw ur face before and met u and love u
But know u **** me back and I most die I feel that I don't want to talking anyone
Pleas leave me forget about you
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
from rain,
should i turn into a storm?
howling like the wind,
making noise,
to get you to hear me?
more raindrops; more tears,
to make you feel
drenched in remorse?
harsher and faster,
much like a hurricane,
to get you to see
how messed up i am?
when i'm stronger
like the storm,
would you love me more?
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
I'm the *****
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
I saw forever in your eyes. . .
Then you closed them.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
1000 nights of you
500 days without you
It only took one day to fall in love with you.
Im glad I share it with you.
I love you.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
*Such sweet thing is this solitude,
you just want to keep sinking...
tenderly, tragically!*
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
A girl sits crying
In the bathroom corner.
Just use another bathroom,
Just leave her alone
She will be fine
The next day,
The girl is not crying.
And people move on.
A boy comes in,
His face black and blue.
Just look away,
Just don't ask questions
He will be fine
Two weeks ahead,
The bruises are gone.
And people move on.
A child's screams,
Heard across the street.
Just lock the door,
Just close the blinds
They will be fine
The child is murdered,
They'll never recover.
And still,
People move on
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC