Should I grow my hair
Stop biting my nails
Lose a few pounds
Have a dainty nose
Lightly shaded eyes
Should I change my speech
Never use profanity
Only speak when spoken to
Tone it down
Have a higher voice
Solemnly ever ramble
Must I change my entire self?
I know my worth and believe I am stunning in every single way.
Recently learned how to love me and I can only thank myself for that wisdom.
she would be fluid
she would be resilient
unable to give in
she would be so unique
one of a kind
she would speak so elegantly
gentle whispers fill the air
her word would be knives
yet so sincere
she would hold you close
yet keep you at a distance
all she wants is to love
make every soul feel adored
she would be bold
but slick in her appearance
she is the most controversial opinion
yet the only thing in this life that makes sense
If A Poem Could Be A Person
She is divine, He is divine, They are divine. We should love the sweetest most broken poetry all around us.
The roughness resonates through my body.
My senses are heightened.
As I move you swiftly,
my imagination sees the hidden messages.
You are my soulmate.
My thoughts get consumed with the different ideas you feed me.
You can be hard to read.
Your words confusing at times.
I consume your advice.
Try to use it.
I love you.
I caress your pages and hold you tight.
I use you to sleep, to stay awake.
Then I put you back on your shelf.
When I am ready to reread your story,
I will pull you down,
And love your story all over again.
I have been writing a lot more lately and this has been my favorite so far. Let me know what you all think. Any and all feedback is welcome :D
I was running
Lost in the dark.
Then it happened
You opened your arms
And held me
In my darkness.
Soon everything was bright again
Made my world happy again.
You showed me what it is like to
Without even trying.
I thank my lucky stars for you
I thank my guardian angel, who is normally annoyed with my decisions
I thank you.
I welcome you into my heart,
You are my one and only
You are the one in my life that I never want to lose
I wrote this a while ago, so it isn't the best, but I liked the message and decided to share.
How did you do it
How did you get me to fall for you
Please don’t take offense
I just have to confess
It doesn’t help that you are handsome
It doesn’t help that you are sweet
How can someone be so flirtatious
And loyal at the same time
I see my forever in your eyes
Whether that is a second
You have opened up my heart to a feeling
I didn’t know I was capable of expressing
A feeling that I wasn’t allowing
Myself to feel
I am not sure what this feeling is
All I know is that I don’t want to lose it
I won’t lose it
I refuse to let this go
No matter what we go through
No matter how hard it gets
I will not leave you behind and I hope for the same
I should not hope
Hope hurts us all in the end
Leaving us a pile of mess and heartache
Hope can also be the best thing to ever happen to us
If we hope, then we stay true
And we conquer
I love you my brown eyed Angel
Ideas plastered out of thin air
Ideas are created
Ideas are bulletproof
Ideas deserve more appreciation
They deserve more love
They bring color into a word gone monochromatic
They taught us how to believe
They showed us that we can be more than we are
We are who we are meant to be
Thank you ideas
Just a little somethin somethin I came up with. I hope it's not half bad ****
Your sweet, gentle, kind gaze,
Has now turned to a murderous glare.
Your once so loving hands,
Have become my enemy.
Where did I go wrong?
What makes you think you can treat me like the dirt on your shoe?
Your soft, sweet voice,
Now feels like shards of glass hitting my body with no end.
Now that you have had your fun,
Am I still supposed to call you baby?
Hey baby, Did you hurt anyone else today?
Did your fangirls bend to your every wish and command?
Sorry I don’t treat you like all of your royal subjects do.
Sorry if this harsh reality is damaging your ego.
You know what baby?
You should bow down to me.
I am the king here.
Bow down and beg for forgiveness.
I might accept it,
But I probably won’t.
You are a sick excuse of a human being,
I would call you an alien if it wasn’t such a compliment.
Baby, you should see me in a crown,
You would remble and cower at the sight.
So bow down to me,
Because I have the power.
I loved you
I loved you so much it hurt
Your words had such an impact you made me believe I was perfect.
Your soft touch
The way your hand engulfed mine
The way your hugs made me feel like I was floating.
The problem was your anger
Your short temper
Lack of patience.
The way you would grab my wrists
The glare from your piercing eyes
The words that left bruises on my heart.
I am conflicted
I want to hold you
I want to be by your side.
Even after the way you treated me
I know I’m wrong to feel this way
I know I shouldn’t feel like this.
The thought of you brings me anxiety
Yet seeing you in the hall brings me ease,
Until I remember those broken eyes of yours are my fault.
I can’t feel like this anymore
I’m sure you don’t feel remorse
Why should I feel like this when you are perfectly fine.
I shouldn’t have let you in
I should have kept my walls up
I should have been more protective of my oh so fragile heart.
I suppose the only thing left for me to say
Is how I hope you don’t treat anyone else this way
They might not be as passive.
Everyone has them
Some people hide them,
Hide behind them,
Or show them to the world.
Some are visible.
Others are not.
They can be on
Black, purple, red, green, blue, pink.
Any color of the rainbow.
Some scars are DEEP,
You must fight.
Show the world that your scars aren’t scary, ugly or worthless.
Show them that you have earned your
It doesn’t matter what the
Thinks of you.
As long as you love yourself,
And no one else
Free yourself of these chains before it’s too late,
Because one day,
These scars could get to you.
Your thoughts could become overbearing.
You might feel like giving up.
Always Keep Fighting.
Show your Tiger Stripes.
This is about a beanie that is not a beanie
It’s about a blue and black beanie that is not blue and black
This beanie belongs to a handsome Prince
The Prince of beanies if you will
This particular Prince is perfect yet not perfect at all
He is tall but not as tall as the rest of them
Even though he is not as tall
He is even more handsome
This Prince doesn’t have a name
In fact his name is Prince of Beanies
He would also be known as the Queen’s mistress
I know none of this makes sense
I suppose it’s not supposed to
You are a stranger
You do not understand my heart
I don’t understand how my heart only beats for him
I don’t quite understand why his hugs feel like a vacation
Like my salvation
Thank you for taking your time to read this
It’s a bunch of nonsense that I don’t understand
You are very kind to care
I thank you and bid you a goodnight
my sweet fellow
Sorry if this isn't amazing. I just got back into poetry and couldn't believe I missed it so much. I hope you like it <3
Class ends soon.
I’ll see your face.
You’ll talk to me.
I’ll smile and hide how I feel.
You think we are okay.
You think I am okay.
You don’t know.
You don’t know the truth.
You don’t know how broke I feel right now.
You don’t know how I want to be alone all of the time.
You don’t know how I don’t want friends.
You don’t know how hard I try to be happy all of the time.
It seems the only time I can truly be myself is in Chinese.
No one can see my face.
No one looks at me.
No one talks to me.
Another second goes by.
Another anxious feeling to see you.
— The End —