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quietly-yelling
quietly-yelling
nothing to say that anyone wants to hear!! / / Sex is like snow.....you never know how many inches you'll get or how long it will last!!
The time has come for me to go the truth has been made clear within the writing on the wall I do not belong here. I've hidden here in shadows dim not reaching for the light my heart will cast no shadow now as broken wings take flight But rest assured that you are loved within me you will stay with heavy heart I leave you now on this my dying day.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
belong
1. I miss you. 2. I miss you. 3. I miss you. 4. I spend two hours or maybe four wondering where you are and what exactly happened between us. I spend more time wondering about you then I do about the world. 5. I still miss you. 6. It's been over 68 days since I last saw your face, but it doesn't matter because I can still recall the way your lips felt, the way your hands touched me. I even remember the way your skin smells, I remember everything about you. 7. I read somewhere that you shouldn't beg someone to stay in your life. If they need to remove themselves allow them too. Perhaps there is more reason behind that fact than I come to justify in my own mind. 8. I think I fell in love with you. 9. I am in love with you. 10. I still miss you. 11. I still love you. 12. We were so bad for each other, but maybe love is a type of poison. One that we learn to endure. 13. All of these are messages I wish I could send you. 14. Find happiness where ever you may be. 15. I'll still love you and I'll miss you dearly. 15. I'll be waiting for you.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
I should tell you these
You get me high as a kite Make me wanna dance all night And that's only when I hear from you. You bring me down like a bomb When we can't talk and you're gone And that's only when I don't hear from you for a week. You make me think You make me feel And I realize this may be real You make me think You make me feel How on earth can this be real You build me up You bring me down But I know it's all in my head When I'm thinking alone in my bed I know it's true that you care for me You've opened up my heart like you had a key. (I know it's true you care for me) You made me think You made me feel How will I know if this is real? You make me think You make me feel And when I see your eyes I know this is real.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
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As the poison ran through her veins She started to lose control Couldn't breathe Couldn't talk Couldn't move Couldn't think about anything else. The worst part is that she poisoned herself. But she won't die, nor will she be okay. Because this poison is a different kind. The poison is hopelessness Being let down Negative thinking This poison is her own creation Specific to her And the people she cares about can poison her just as easily as they can breathe. Now she's sitting Motionless Speechless Thoughtless Breathless Because the poison has circulated And it's reached her heart. But she won't die, nor will she be okay Because this poison is a different kind. She physically feels sick She wants to die To **** herself To cut Drink Drown Hang Shoot Break And cry But she can't. Because this poison has paralysed her. This poinsion has taken away her will to breathe, not her breath itself. Her will to move, not her mobility itself. Her will to talk, not her speech itself. But it has replaced every thought with that of a blade Or a rope Or a gun Or a bottle Or a pill Or a lake Or a building This poison has polluted we mind and mingled with her blood. The will to **** is a part of her now and there is nothing she can do to escape that. Despite wanting to sleep for eternity six foot under This poison cannot **** her Only she can And she is close And willing And weak enough to attempt. She cannot think of anything else And it's all her fault She created this She started it all. If she had succeeded last year, she wouldn't be around to have created this poison. So until she has hit rock bottom and has a chance at succeeding She will try to drown her demons Suffocate her demons Bleed herself dry of the poison Consume enough alcohol to alter the poison But she won't die, nor will she be okay Because this is a different kind of poison And she is already dead inside.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
A different type of poison.
As the poison ran through her veins She started to lose control Couldn't breathe Couldn't talk Couldn't move Couldn't think about anything else. The worst part is that she poisoned herself. But she won't die, nor will she be okay. Because this poison is a different kind. The poison is hopelessness Being let down Negative thinking This poison is her own creation Specific to her And the people she cares about can poison her just as easily as they can breathe. Now she's sitting Motionless Speechless Thoughtless Breathless Because the poison has circulated And it's reached her heart. But she won't die, nor will she be okay Because this poison is a different kind. She physically feels sick She wants to die To **** herself To cut Drink Drown Hang Shoot Break And cry But she can't. Because this poison has paralysed her. This poinsion has taken away her will to breathe, not her breath itself. Her will to move, not her mobility itself. Her will to talk, not her speech itself. But it has replaced every thought with that of a blade Or a rope Or a gun Or a bottle Or a pill Or a lake Or a building This poison has polluted we mind and mingled with her blood. The will to **** is a part of her now and there is nothing she can do to escape that. Despite wanting to sleep for eternity six foot under This poison cannot **** her Only she can And she is close And willing And weak enough to attempt. She cannot think of anything else And it's all her fault She created this She started it all. If she had succeeded last year, she wouldn't be around to have created this poison. So until she has hit rock bottom and has a chance at succeeding She will try to drown her demons Suffocate her demons Bleed herself dry of the poison Consume enough alcohol to alter the poison But she won't die, nor will she be okay Because this is a different kind of poison And she is already dead inside.
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As ugly as you think you are. You are wrong. You're hideous Atrocious looking Horrifying Scarily unattractive Disgusting As mean and awful as you think you are. You are wrong. You're disgraceful to the human race A terrible person A horrendous representation A stupid waste of air an space As messed up a you think you are You are wrong. You are so far gone that not even a saint could save you So ******* up in your mind that you'd give a serial ****** killer nightmares So doomed that your holiday spot is hell. Worst of wishes and muh hate Me.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
Dear Me.
But because of the kind words you Said Wrote Typed Whispered and Sent To me It is not a permanent goodbye Or even the though of one. Because of what you have Said Written Typed Whispered and Sent To me It is just a silly goodnight note From a stupid girl To an amazing person, An unimportant rambling From a insignificant girl To a monumental person A pointless letter From a waste-of-space girl To a superior person A unnecessary reminder From a useless girl To the most valued person This is a goodnight And a have a good weekend And a enjoy your next few days From a horrible person A repulsive person A unenjoyable person To a great man A fantastic man A most enjoyable person Goodbye
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
This is my goodbye.
What upset you? That He chose Her over You? No. What upset you is That He will never have to chose between Her and You Because You are so Ugly Stupid Repulsive Annoying Pointless Worthless Unwanted Unnecessary Space waster Good for nothing Disgrace of humanity That no one would every chose you Especially not when given an option as amazing as Her And no one half as brilliant as He is would ever look at you twice Him being nice to you means nothing - he is a kind person You being there for Him means nothing - you were the only one online Her being with Him means everything - he really likes her So what upset you? The fact that you're not worth so much as knowing your name, let alone choosing over someone else.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
What Upset You?
I am not who I seem I will never be that girl from your dream. If you start to care You'll see what isn't there You will see past that girl who wears black and scowled at pink and dresses Wants to be a rebel Wants to be a badass Wants to be cool You will learn to see past that exterior You will know I'm not all attitude and insults You will realize that that girl who cusses and fights isn't all there is Then maybe you'll see deeper. There's another girl One who wants to dress up Feel pretty Wants to be a princess Someone who wants to be like the people she admires A little girl who wants to be cute with a guy Someone who wants to skip around and be one of those lead people in the movies Someone who cares Loves Laughs Appreciates beauty in butterflies Tries to help her friends Loves very easily and quickly Deep down you'll see that I'm actually a fragile softie who cares too quickly Gets hurt too easily And apologizes too much. Even below that is the person who is unhappy The one who is self hate Stupidity Recklessness Self-destruction The little sad girl that slits her skin and cries herself to sleep But maybe I you manage to survive all that without letting all my **** destroy you (like it has so many others) Then maybe Just maybe You'll get to meet Them The part of me that created the 5 minute death game The part that looked up how to tie a noose And the one that collects pills The self torturous part Not just the fel pitying part And then maybe if you manage to get through all of that you will find my heart Cut up Shattered Bruised Scarred Stitched And infected Chained to the walls I build around myself Pulling me apart The heart that has bullet holes and battle wounds The one leaving blood stains on what was my soul The black mass of hell that is at the center of my being. An if you're stupid enough, you'll make me love you.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
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I am not who I seem I will never be that girl from your dream. If you start to care You'll see what isn't there You will see past that girl who wears black and scowled at pink and dresses Wants to be a rebel Wants to be a badass Wants to be cool You will learn to see past that exterior You will know I'm not all attitude and insults You will realize that that girl who cusses and fights isn't all there is Then maybe you'll see deeper. There's another girl One who wants to dress up Feel pretty Wants to be a princess Someone who wants to be like the people she admires A little girl who wants to be cute with a guy Someone who wants to skip around and be one of those lead people in the movies Someone who cares Loves Laughs Appreciates beauty in butterflies Tries to help her friends Loves very easily and quickly Deep down you'll see that I'm actually a fragile softie who cares too quickly Gets hurt too easily And apologizes too much. Even below that is the person who is unhappy The one who is self hate Stupidity Recklessness Self-destruction The little sad girl that slits her skin and cries herself to sleep But maybe I you manage to survive all that without letting all my **** destroy you (like it has so many others) Then maybe Just maybe You'll get to meet Them The part of me that created the 5 minute death game The part that looked up how to tie a noose And the one that collects pills The self torturous part Not just the fel pitying part And then maybe if you manage to get through all of that you will find my heart Cut up Shattered Bruised Scarred Stitched And infected Chained to the walls I build around myself Pulling me apart The heart that has bullet holes and battle wounds The one leaving blood stains on what was my soul The black mass of hell that is at the center of my being. An if you're stupid enough, you'll make me love you.
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You asked me do I hate you You asked me do I believe you You asked me why I trust you What was your intention ? When I answered No Yes Yes What was your intention Did you aim to make me hate you Did you try to make me disbelieving Did you want to break my trust in you What was your intention I told you to hurt me. You said no No No No No No NO What was your intention I dared you to hurt me And you said you would never intentionally hurt me What was your intention And then you did And you told me it was intentional What was your intention What the **** do you want from me??! What the **** do you want me to do??! What the **** was I thinking??! What the **** was your intention??!
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
What was your intention
I told you I trusted you I told you I loved you I told you I care I told you I try to help I told you I believe you You told me you loved me You told me you cared You told me to trust you You told me I was important You told me you would never intentionally hurt me And I was stupid enough to believe it all.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
He said, She said