people may scoff at your interests,
tell you it's a stupid,
waste of time.
you're not popular;
the popular kids play those games
those games you're not interested in.
but it doesn't matter
your interest makes you happy
it saved your life,
when you felt like falling into the pit of depression,
it was there,
almost lovingly.
they made their comeback,
and now it's time
for you to make yours.
and if you fall,
it'll always be there to save you,
like it always had.
because nothing is more important,
than your happiness.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
60, 59,
the countdown has begun;
55, 54,
2015 was anything but fun.
50, 49,
alone on New Years Eve, as usual;
45, 44,
my desire to be loved; immovable.
40, 39,
i've had countless brushes with death
35, 34,
and it's like feelings of nostalgia are ****** in with every breath.
30, 29,
no family present on this miserable day,
25, 24,
all alone; make way as the unloved fade away.
20, 19,
i hope next year will be better;
15, 14,
that is, if i last until then.
10, 9,
i suppose it's crazy that in a few seconds,
something 365 days long,
will be over
5, 4,
oh please don't let this be the end...
3,
2,
1,
...
i am alive.
happy new year
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
shortly, this book will be slammed shut;
and i simply cannot wait
for this dreadful tale
to be brought to an end.
hopefully,
somewhere in this vast library of life,
a new book will open!
and i will soon see the light;
because Christmas time has come and gone
and so have my old tears,
but now it's finally time to say goodbye,
and hello to the new year.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
theres that one place we all know,
where when we step inside,
all our memories flood back to us,
whether we like it or not.
as the slow, soft music hits me,
and the ambience and candles light up the atmosphere,
i feel a strange sort of déjà vu
not knowing if i've been here before or not.
the sound of couples dining all around me,
kind of makes me sad.
as i have this feeling that i've had my chance before,
but its slipped away.
im writing this on the spot,
as i know this feeling won't last,
because when i walk away from this place,
that feeling of déjà vu will have past.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
music plays,
crowds cheer,
guns fire,
people scream.
couples dine,
everyone relaxes,
buildings are burning,
smoke fills the air.
the once bright tower,
is now dark as night,
as innocents are murdered;
is this right?
all we can do now is,
give our condolences,
aid the injured,
and pray for the living.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
"why do you write poems?
maybe you feel an emotional connection with it,
or maybe,
you don't care at all.
maybe you don't feel anything while writing;
maybe you feel confused, irritated;
maybe all you want to do is destroy someone's life and laugh in the face of danger,
maybe you just want to jump out the window,
and **** yourself.
however,
your choices right now
will impact your future
maybe you won't even have a future,
so take care of yourself.
because no matter what happens,
you'll be alright
and you'll get through it,
i promise."
but...
promises are made to be broken.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
hush, child;
don't listen to what the others say,
because the truth of the matter is,
no one hates you more than you do.
when you grow up,
you will, inevitably, hate yourself;
hate your body,
your physical image,
your own personality.
but i'm here to tell you,
here to tell you that it'll be okay,
you'll be okay,
because in reality,
nobody loves you more than i do.
you don't need a boy to comfort you,
because i will be there,
by your side,
always;
when times are dark,
and all hope seems to be lost,
think of me,
and even if i am not alive to comfort you,
my spirit will always be there for you,
because i love you.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
lost. in. oblivion.
my mind shall not wander,
as it is lost in oblivion,
my heart shall not break,
as it is lost in oblivion,
i am determined not to be a lost girl,
lost in oblivion;
although,
admittedly,
i am already,
lost;
in;
oblivion.
the darkness consumes my soul,
drowning in my own tears,
as i think,
why me?
although
i brought this upon myself,
tripping over my toes for the wrong person,
beating myself up for him,
when in fact,
i should not have been;
i was simply,
lost. in. oblivion.
you never loved me,
and you never will,
your negligence has caused me to be
lost. in. oblivion.
i shall never find my way out
of this darkness you call oblivion,
i put myself here,
and i will stay here,
until the end of my days.
unless
my days have already ended,
lost. in. oblivion.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
friends go out,
i stay in,
hear them shout,
hear me win,
here they come,
there i go,
lost in the dark place
i call home.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
i may not have perfect skin,
a perfect face,
a perfect body,
or a perfect personality,
but these flaws are what make me who i am,
and if you can't accept them,
if you keep trying to change me,
do you actually love me?
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC