If only to saw the real me, you wouldn't think I was beautiful. If you watched me undress you wouldn't be staring at me, you'd be looking at the cuts along my thighs. You wouldn't admire me, you'd just see through me or stare at me with pity.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
I was 8
Mom and dad were always fighting
I'd run to my closet
And close the doors
I could still hear the yelling
I begged them to stop
A couple of times
But they tucked me in bed
As if everything was fine
Then one day
They sat me down
In my little pink chair
They sat together
But farther apart than normal
On my bed
Starring at me
Just a little girl
With pigtails in her hair
Looking back
At mommy
And daddy
Everything got quiet
And then dad spoke up
He said baby girl
Mommy and I
Can't live together anymore
You'll see me every other week
And I'll be moving out
You can have a new room
With new toys
And it will all be okay
I didn't cry
I didn't say
I hated them
I just sat there quietly
Mom started crying
Saying it wasn't my fault
Or my big brothers
That there just comes a time
When you aren't happy anymore
And dad walked out
Mom soon followed
Dad moved away
I saw him every other week
They still fight now
When I'm 17
I realized I was always the reason
For the yelling and screaming
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
She has lived her whole life saying she wants to be a Poet. But inside her, all she is searching for is to be someone elese's poetry.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
She's the girl who only drinks black coffee
And smokes menthol cigarettes
With her lipstick staining the filter
She laughs at corny jokes
And dances in the rain
until her hair is soaking wet
She's the girl who listens to birds singing
In the mornings before spring
And writes poetry about heartbreaks
She is the storm before a hurricane
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
I remember the first time I watched the great Gatsby.
Your legs propped on my own,
Sailing in the land of happy dreams
You slept.
While I watched the most heartbreaking movie of the 2014.
You never realised how much that movie meant.
Never conceived how much
Words and acts could drive a person
It was at that moment
As I watched Gatsby fall
His dreams shattered and his heart ruined
That I was hit with the reality.
Last nights drunken actions were more
Than just movements or simple words.
To me atleast
It all meant more
Deep down inside
Than you could ever have understood.
And though you hardly ever mentioned
The ongoings of that particular night,
It stayed with me.
And as Mr. Carraway spoke
Those last tantalising words of love,
I promised myself.
One day I shall tell you.
One day I shall have the courage Daisy never did.
To admit once and for all,
To the universe that I love you.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
I was not born a
poet.
I was broken into
one.
Sandoval
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
it's a mess this world
the deafening sound of sirens and screams
fall from the tv
while the tears fall from your cheeks
another loud crack followed by screams
its happened again
a man with a gun
another distressing tragedy
all too soon
the most innocent people take their last breath
to a man with a gun
surrounded by large, dark crimson pools
you quickly change the channel with a click
as you hear the squeaky floorboards
it's your little one running in
saying she's ready to go to sleep
she asks you to check for monsters
in the closet
under the bed
but what a misfortune to have to explain
you won't find them in the closet or under the bed
you'll find them on the streets
because monsters are real
they just live in our heads.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Love is...
love is feeling like you're with them, by simply listening to a song. your song
love is being able to talk about them for hours, never hitting the same topic twice
love is never wanting to look away from them, and their forgiving eyes
love is the feeling of safety and comfort while being held in their arms
Love is such an incredible force, but alas, it ends in heartbreak. heartbreak is...
heartbreak is songs that you learned just for them, now ruined
heartbreak is wincing when their name comes up in conversation
heartbreak is not being able to look at them because they don't look at you like they used to
heartbreak is the realization that you will never feel their safe arms around you again.
As easy as it is to fall in love, it is equally easy for one to fall out of love, but heartbreak is the part that hurts the most. The final impact after falling for so long, so hard. Heartbreak is the hard part of love, that no one thinks about before letting themselves fall.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
What is happiness?
It’s different for every person, although
it may be similar for few.
But what is it exactly?
Sure, it's smiling, laughing, feeling nice,
like you want to capture the moment
and replay it forever.
Maybe your happiness is a person.
Seeing them smile, makes you smile,
hearing them laugh makes your heart
skip a beat, just taking a
glimpse at them makes your
stomach flutter with butterflies.
And their eyes? Well their eyes make
everything calm.
That is nice, but what if happiness
doesn't really exist? I mean, it's only
a combination of different chemicals
in your brain.
What if happiness is only an absence of sadness?
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC