deedee-matins
Hello...well I'm kind of shy when it comes to talking about myself, but here I go- / I'm a high schooler so I'm still new at writing poetry, I apologize before hand. / I live close to a city so I know about city life, / I'm a huge dreamer so I like writing poems about them...anyways please be kind to me and message me whenever or about whatever
His smile is on my mind,
Makes me think of our time,
We spent wasting away,
In our forbidden hours at the bay.
But those were moons ago,
As time went on our hearts got old.
We forgot the spark,
That captured our hearts.
We used to spend hours
In fields of sweet flowers,
But we were so caught up
we forgot the world around us
and slowly the flowers began to rot.
Taking our love with them as they withered
And our once warm hearts were frozen over by a blizzard.
So we bid our goodbyes,
But were we being wise?
My heart is sore aching for him,
Worrying whether this is the end.
Did I waste that time of life
For it to only end with strife?
I think not!
I'll capture his heart,
chain him to me
and throw away the key.
He'll never look twice at another
For I'll put him in a slumber
Where his dreams will be plagued by me
And sweet dreams they'll be.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
You're a ****
And I'm a fool.
What type of mad man is at work?
As you text me I'm powerless against the lull.
But how cruel are you to talk about her?
Ask me for advise about her, advise that I wish you'd use on me...
And if that makes you a ****
Then it makes me a fool.
But why can't you see?
Why won't you acknowledge my look?
The look I tell you to look for in her,
The look of love?
Maybe I'm the ****
And you're the fool.
I had my chance but blew it away
Like the wind did to us as we sat above the fair.
Maybe you didn't notice it,
but when I pulled away there was hurt and pain.
Cause I knew what you didn't,
I knew you didn't love me and right now I know I'm paying.
I looked away afraid of a painful future only to turn to the heart aching present.
If you're a **** then I'll proudly play the fool for you any day
Because that's what love is.
but I'm a happy fool.
Because everyday I see you smile as you talk about her
And although you don't see me like her,
In my dreams I am her.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
It's funny
You eye an enemy
And see what?
Just a person you hate
Isn't that funny?
You don't recognize them as another
You hate from a distance or in their face
It's funny.
They may not even understand why.
To them you're a random person
Coming to them with anger and hate.
It's kind of funny...
They probable see you as the villain.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
"Close your eyes darling"
She hums.
"Risk the sleep."
She hugs.
Patting his back she whispers,
Words of sweet dreams and late delights
She lulls him asleep,
Pressing him closer she wraps him in sheets,
As soft as clouds and as warm as the sun
Tempting him with comfort
Promising him safety
She brags him asleep
The steady risings,
The peaceful falls,
Tells her a story she already knows
Leaning forward
She kisses his head
As he is whisked asleep
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
"When the Lilacs grow that's when I'll come",
That magical girl sung to me
Besides the dull Lilac bushes.
She was my all, yet my none
Always an arm and infinity away,
She was my dream girl-
Who a planned to be.
She was mine yet unconquerable
She danced like she was flying,
Never actually touching the grass that tickled our toes.
She was free yet stuck in my mind
I feared that the world I lived in would poison her,
Like a white napkin being stained by the maturity of coffee.
Her eyes were bright...
Brown and green like the lilac bush,
They held a charm that made everyone smile
Or so I imagined.
"I will be you in May,"
She said to me,
By the Lilac tree.
Her arms and legs were slim,
When she twirled they were fluid
Always knowing what to do.
She was real, at least in my head.
She never needed a mirror to know her beauty,
She was already perfect and she knew.
Waves of blond hair flowed down to her bottom.
Long eyelashes hid hazel pools,
That bloomed like the Lilacs.
"When the purple buds pop...I will be real!"
She chanted as she twirled.
Her beauty corrupting
as her reflection shattered
Her perfect composure
Wavered by a tide.
My dream girl was never real,
I figment of perfection.
A dream that was never dreamt,
"Why couldn't I be her?"
I argued with myself
She was fake.
I was real...
I had long ago surpassed my dream girl.
When she danced she flew,
When I danced a flowed.
All it took was a reflection
To shatter perfection.
My dream girl had been an empty shell
Button eyes,
Straw hair,
Skeleton arms,
And dreamless eyes.
There was never such thing as perfection so why search for such things?
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Chaotic noises,
Clustered spaces,
Rattling bones,
Sickly faces
Roaring monster,
Tumbling tires,
Foggy windows,
Sweaty bodies
Even at night the cycle goes
Over and over,
Nobody knows-
When this cycle began
And where will it end?
This is the life,
The life of us few
Who pick the toxics
Over harmless fumes
Who like the big apple,
Over the orchards
Who enjoy sleepless nights,
Over peaceful slumbers
Rainbow colors,
Entertaining days,
Sea of people,
Everyday
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Wind in hair
& Sun on skin,
Sweet as Day,
Dark as Night,
A love that once was...
But will never be
I kiss your head and whisk you asleep...
Goodbye my lovely dream
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
My voice as sweet as honey,
My words dripping with venom.
I whisper words of comfort,
While my eyes say other.
I may look like a sheep,
But others know better.
Under these charming smiles,
A beast lays in slumber.
Revenge will be sweet-
With the taste of venom
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
A pen in hand she sleeps,
Her dreams drawn across paper
Her heart as light as a feather
A smile upon her face
The destination doesn't matter
Feelings, dreams & life in ink
Opening her eyes
She realizes her life flew by
In a blink of an eye the portrait is finished
Leaving her behind as the stage lights shut off
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Consumed by rage
A dragon of a girl stomps
Her words scorch those ahead
In a moment of a fury
She harms those she cares for
Broken promises fuel the flame
Her face a rainbow of sin
Green with envy, turns red with wrath
Magma bubbles out of her eyes
Frustrated with life the salty tears dull the wrath
Sitting on the ground she is nothing more then ash
Sickly pale and tired
Her wrath reduced to sloth
Sleep bruises her eyes and she sleeps
allowing her rage & it's path to crumble away.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC