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Jul 2015 · 236
Please
Please give me strength,
Please hear my cries,
Oh won't you lift me up so I feel like I can fly?
Jul 2015 · 598
Be Normal
I wish it was raining,
And then maybe my confusion wouldn't be falling out of the windows.
"Be normal"
That's what I tell myself.
"Be normal"
But that doesn't help.
At least if this were a disease,
I could find a cure.
One that would make me more normal.
Jul 2015 · 976
Crap Time
Too many ******* insecurities,
And where there's insecurities,
There is never any safety.

If it hurts it's not the end,
Apparently,
So if it's not the end it's the beginning.
Bam!
The start of eternity.

Some violent thoughts,
And just no words,
Or too many words with no thoughts.
There should be this and that,
More like nothing you'll ever get,
Oh yeah and more nothing of that.

These words will soon drift,
But they won't fit through the sieve.
Mind you,
There's not much for you to chew,
Because this **** likes to vanish,
From the eyes of those who might care.

In a world of too many stares,
I don't think anyone really cares,
Unless it's about themselves.
We all worry about what others perceive,
Blind to the fact we all think the same thing,
So really are people judging us,
Or just judging themselves through those in the way?

Greedy eyes,
Hungry for the unknown prize,
It's too bad that nobody will win.
It's the game of life and risk combined,
The world is our board,
And we are the character pieces.
No more, no less.
Too much more.
Too much less.
Jul 2015 · 440
More Normal
Now I'm actually believing,
What I've always tried to prove wrong;
Because it's not right.
Although now I'm not that sure.
This is how I am,
And not how I want to be.
You'll read this and say change it.
But it's not something I can edit.
I can't think of what to do.
I've lost my hope and lost my faith.
I just wanted to be more normal!
God, can't you give me a break!
I don't want to be the same as others,
But I just don't want to be different this way.
I'm not going to spell it out for you.
It's not something I want to explain.
You shouldn't be able to get it.
And if you don't then I am glad,
But I really feel like I'm mad.
No wonder I'm a reject,
But they didn't even know what this is about.
If anyone did then,
I would truly have no chance.
I wish this was something I could change.
I wish when I said "I am normal!"
I wouldn't find out any different.
A couple of feet taller,
Yet seeming more unfortunate.
you won't understand my view on it because I haven't said, but you might relate in your own different way and if so I hope this comforts you. I know it's not a poem of comfort but I find reading poetry in general comforting.
Jul 2015 · 803
Wanting To Give Up And Not
If I can't do anything then what's the point.
I don't understand why I can't just give up now.
I don't want to be here.
But I don't really not want to be here.
But I just feel so done.
Can't I sit here alone and never be bothered again.
Although it's not what I say,
I know what I want.
I want to enjoy this good life I have.
Get good grades and good times with friends.
I already do so why can't I just follow suit.
But instead I feel like I don't have a clue.
I'm trying to think back to where things went wrong.
But it's like looking across a dessert in hope of finding the sea.
You can draw a line under what has happened,
But it's still gonna be there on the page.
And you can clean the blood away,
But you'll still always see it there.
You can cry for nights on end,
But you're still gonna have tears left.
You can shout and you can scream,
But you'll still have to sit and watch.
You can say you're giving up,
But you're still going to have to do it.
You can fall onto the ground,
But people will still wait for you to get up.
So you can do whatever you want,
But there's still going to be things you have to do.
I guess some of us just have to take the long route.
Jul 2015 · 1.0k
To Say One Thing Is Stress
Well I can't think.
But I think all the time.
And I can't stay calm.
When everything about me is wrong.
I can always breathe.
But I don't always take that as good.
I'm thinking differently now.
And it's not at all positive.
I don't know what I have faith in.
Seems like negativity outweighs religion.
I can't even look at school work.
I just want to tear it up.
I guess I could try and push.
But I doubt it would work.
I don't see I'll ever get that done.
Each day I question what might've been sanity.
And everyday that seems to get smaller.
I see the stress.
I feel the occasional tears.
What can you do in the world.
When the world's against you.
Capable of sleeping but stay up too late.
Then worry about not getting enough.
Which makes even more stress.
That you already have.
Life's a *****.
It's not my friend.
It's not yours either.
Because one day we'll all reach our death.
Then there will be nothing left.
You won't know pain.
Because you won't be here.
Those left behind hurting.
Well one day they'll die anyway.
If there's a purpose for life.
Then it is to die.
So the reason there's a start.
Is that there's an end.
Which means there's no point.
So I may as well be dead.
But this is just all too ironic.
This poem is by a happy girl.
With everything going.
She'd never throw away her life.
And thinks it's such an amazing gift.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I can still write this.
With meaning as well.
Because this life is just eternal hell.
Well until the our death day.
Then there's just a bunch of nothingness.
You won't even be able to say.
"Oh well."
Jun 2015 · 435
One More Day
There's nothing but just one day left.
By then I have to be over him.
I know that it makes no sense,
But nothing ever makes sense.
Maybe what I'm really longing for is someone who will do that.
Someone to make sense with,
Other than my best friend.
How do you get over someone in one day,
When you've had a senseless crush on them for a year?
There's not much attracting me to them,
There's just thoughts of my imagination and he's there to fill the place.
I can't keep doing this,
But I just can't stop.
Something not even a slap around the face could solve.
I may as well dive into ice cold water,
Knowing I have no towel.
That's what it's like falling for him.
However I managed to get myself into such a state,
That it's not even him I like anymore.
And I tried so hard to prevent this,
Yet I'm sure it's still happened.
I have one more day to convince myself it's not worth it.
That I already know.
I just can't control my thoughts,
And lately it's been making me feel so crazy on top of everything else.
I'm not sure what to do now,
But breathe,
Just breathe and hope for something.
So many things going on in my head.
Just forget these feelings.
What was never here needs to leave my mind.
I feel so stupid and I feel mental.
Is there anybody who knows the answer?
I've been searching and I can't find it anywhere.
I believe in a beautiful place,
Where suffering does not exist.
This place is light and airy.
No one there ever feels down.
It's a place full of happiness without suffering sorrow.
Everything makes sense when you will go there.
No one is hurt,
Life is of fairness,
Poverty is not such a thing,
Everyone is equal and granted their rights.

Where you are now you can cry.
You'll be upset and have to suffer,
And see others suffer.
You decide which is worse.
The meaning of things aren't always seen.
And when you're here and you're on your knees,
Just picture one thing:
I know there's a place out there,
Where there is no suffering,
No one feels pain,
Everything is fair,
Everyone's happy and there are no worries,
It's beautiful and makes you sure of things.

This place is far from where you are now,
But I know you will get there.
Because where you are now is the earth,
And that place I'm sure you'll go is heaven.
So spend these hard days knowing you'll get there.
Know that you're worth it and so is this trip.
Remember Jesus died for us,
So that we can go to heaven with him.
I promise you will be rewarded for doing good things.

There are many things that I still don't know,
But I know our Heavenly Father loves us.
If you allow it this will comfort you a whole lot.
I know it comforts me.
God pulls me through each day.
Just like a real father;
He will never leave you,
He'll always comfort you,
Always help you,
Always love you.
I may not have a dad like the others,
But I know we all have our Heavenly Father.
I know he didn't put me here alone,
Because besides my family I have him.
He'll watch over me when I cry,
Even when I'm not nice to be seen.
He doesn't care because relentlessly he loves us all,
It doesn't matter how lovable we seem.
I know he'll always be there.
This is my personal view and I have not posted this to disrespect others,  just to write what I've been feeling I need to write a poem about so please don't disrespect my beliefs, as I would never dream of doing that to anyone.
Jun 2015 · 404
Push, Don't Push Me Down
So far I'm feeling so crazy,
My mind's so chaotic.
I can't see where my thoughts begin.
Do you know what it's like,
To fear being different?
Not the type of different that means we have personalities.
The type of difference that separates types of people,
Even though we are really all the same.
Well I know what it's like,
I've had a taste and it's not very nice,
It's so disgusting it makes me cry.
Do you long to prove your place?
Long to prove your capability,
To rub in people's faces that they're no better than you,
That you will win.
I know what it's like.
But if you know what these two things are like,
Do you know what is like to be threatened.
You've proved these things to yourself,
And you're still on your mission to do this to the rest of the world.
Then something comes along and gets in the way.
It stops your whole process.
It says what you've been trying hard to prove wrong for so long.
They tear you down.
You tear yourself down.
From what they say,
It's as if you're questioning your sanity.
The one thing that would get to you most.
That tops all things you would have first thought of.

You see I know all of these things.
They like to push me down.
It's never about the outside damage,
It's about what you feel within.
Jun 2015 · 953
The Unsocial Shell
It’s as if I’m stuck inside a shell I can’t see out of.
I’ve never been able to even try to tear my way out because that is too much.
I dream of all these things inside,
But on the outside I can’t get there.
I know it’ll always be hard work and I’ll just have to try,
But I can’t force myself to be confident and have nothing at all to say.
I can imagine as many situations as I like,
Plan out some different possible future jobs.
Only I’ll never be able to get there,
Because I **** at social skills.
Right now I’m trying to figure out what to do,
Right now I can’t find any solution.
I’ll get there because I have to,
However I really don’t know how to escape from this zone of comfort.
It’s something that I don’t seem capable to fight.
I am not in anyway comparing this to social problems because it's not that bad but this is how I've been feeling. I'm thinking of being something like a social worker or a nurse when i'm older and basically everything and day to day life requires to be social and i really don't seem that good at it. I guess I'm okay but nowhere near as good as some people I know and for what i want to do i need to be social. also when meeting new people like friends of friends i basically close myself off from everyone and it makes my friends ask if i'm okay which i am, i guess i don't like people but i like people enough to want to have a job involving helping people? I don't know.
May 2015 · 846
Realisation
This was all stupid
All for nothing
If this is some kind of realisation
Then it isn't very nice
And you aren't being very kind
So instead of being destroyed
I should really realise
That this foolish wish less dream needs to end
Everything I thought of him
Can be thrown away in the bin
I have admitted I'm starting to move on
But when I say that it feels like
It won't actually be true
Sometimes I don't even know
If I want to end this here
But I do
Because I need this for me
I used to think this would be for him
Now I just want it for myself
I need to have my own life
Not be crowded with those thoughts
This so called realisation
Might feel weird right now
But even if it starts to hurt
It can't hurt near as much
I just feel foolish for all I thought
All it didn't come to be
Everything then now seems stupid
Pointless and a catastrophe
Yes sometimes I liked the pain
It became too much
I know I'm better off this way
I'm hoping this realisation will sink in
However I don't even know
If it's actually happening
You could call it
Looking through clouded glass
That you can't turn clear
Not yet but you're hoping soon
This does come with loads of things
What the final question is
Is if I've realised
Then the second would be
Why this even affected me in the first place
Well I guess we'll never know
Maybe it was my heads way
Of getting over past things
Well now that's done
Maybe this is too
But what if it's just another spiralling cue
May 2015 · 1.2k
Time To Finish With This
I don't want to need you anymore,
Sick and tired of you not being there.
It's not my problem anymore.
It's my fault, it's my stupid brain.
I have to imagine things to make me happy,
I get too **** caught up in them.
Well not now and not anymore,
Because I've changed my mind.
I'm not gonna depend on things anymore.
I've always thought I'd never need anyone,
Yet I imagine myself with people.
I don't have them and them I don't want.
I want myself and that's enough.
I'm going to live my life.
Take what is mine and maybe one day I will leave you behind.
Maybe one day I won't like you at all.
It's all good for me,
You're not pleasing, you see.
But if you ever change your mind.
I guess part of me will still be waiting,
However I can't afford to wait behind.
So for those feelings it is goodbye.
Hopefully I'll know what it's like to just friendly like you.
I don't know what to do,
It's like I've lost myself while trying to find you.
It's like you make me suffer so much
But you run free without a care.
To you it should seems like I'm just fine.
What if I told you I was dying inside?
Would you care or would you hate me.
Well I hate me for liking you.
I feel guilty because I'm hanging on to nothing.
You don't want me but I'm carrying my same old thoughts.
I feel bad for you because I love you,
Meanwhile you don't want me to.
I'm such a bad friend for liking you,
Because you just want to be friends.
I still feel like drowning.
This is just another of poems out of many.
About you.
There's so ****** many about you,
Yet you might not have a clue.
You couldn't know,
You couldn't imagine,
How much this is effecting me.
And now I actually sometimes try,
To get you off my mind.
I don't want to see you and ruin your moment,
Because of the fact your aware of me liking you.
Then I think what if this never happened.
What if you just said yes?
Then I sure as hell wouldn't be stuck here feeling like this.
No, I don't hate you.
You can't control who you love,
And I know that more than anyone.
I hate that I love you.
Because I shouldn't so it feels like betrayal.
So I'm sorry but I can't stop.
I haven't wanted to stop but now I think I want it to.
Never the less I have no choice.
I just have to sit here with you tearing me to shreds.
You don't know.
But if you did,
I wouldn't be able to come within a mile of you.
Because I'm sorry, so sorry.
Do you know what it feels like though?
To love someone without a chance,
And for so long but not being given the same type of glance.
So there's pathetic and then there's me.
More rather they're the same thing.
I don't know what to do apart from listen to depressing love songs.
Ones that I can't relate to because they've actually been in love.
They've had a relationship.
All I've had is this stupid crush,
But somehow it still hurts so much.
So I sing the lyrics and want to cry,
But no matter how loud,
You don't hear me.
Because I'm not singing to you and I don't want you to know.
There's nothing you could do.
You don't love me and you can't.
You won't.
But for goodness sake this hurts too much!
I try to live my life but I can't.
Which is because I'm thinking of you.
Everything right now just makes me want to scream.
There's no way around it,
Because you'll never love me.
Apr 2015 · 6.3k
Bluebells
Spend time with me by the bluebells.
They look so beautiful,
Just as you do and should know.
I want to be with you by bluebells.
I want us to look beautiful together,
Just like bluebells do.
I really do love bluebells.
They come with childhood memories.
So walk with me through the bluebells.
I wish you could see their beauty in me.
Apr 2015 · 598
Lives That Should Still Be
I guess some people are just too amazing to live what’s considered a full life.
Maybe even God gets too jealous to handle the truth.
It cannot be denied that some people who were taken,
Shouldn't have been taken away.

Some people get stolen right away from us.
Leaving us feeling like they've literally been torn from our grasp.
Without them we’re a glass half empty.
We don’t want to say half full because it’s not at all happy.
Apr 2015 · 437
Born To Be Gone
How are we made to be destroyed?
Do you understand, does anyone?
How can we know what’s not written out for us,
If we have no clue of suggestion?

How can we get to grips with the world,
If we don’t even know what the world really is.
It’s been disguised so many times.
No shameless chance of knowing what it’s really like.

Why would we come into this world,
With this life, if we weren't meant to have it anyway?
We get given stuff just so that it will get ripped away.
Shown things right in front of us,
Just so we know we cannot have.

I don’t understand how people could possibly be brought into life,
Then being made as a sacrifice.
People die, get killed, get tortured mentally, physically, emotionally and abused by their own minds.
How is this fair is any of this?
Tell me what is the point?

But we don’t know because we’re just simply humans,
Who can’t know any better.
We can’t come up with a conclusion,
That we have no way to know.
Apr 2015 · 393
Untitled
I think I like to play this game where I try to forget you.
I know this is not a poem and I don't count it as one, but this came into my thoughts ages ago and felt like I should write it down and I've now come to the conclusion of wanting to post it here.
Apr 2015 · 910
Stars
The stars will always shine.
They'll keep shining relentlessly.
You shouldn't ever forget that,
Because in hard times there are little things.
These little things we learn to hold onto.
They can help keep us from falling apart.
Take the stars for example;
They'll still always be there
And they won't ever give up.
You should make the same efforts.
To make everyday be lived and loved,
And also to not ever
Give up.
Apr 2015 · 412
Mind abusing
It's mind abusing.
I can't stop thinking about it.
It keeps coming into my head.
I try not to let it hurt me,
Because that's what it did too long ago.
It shouldn't still hurt.
There is no reason for it.
It's not like I can change it.
The past has gone and I couldn't have stopped it.
It shouldn't randomly effect me now.
It's all been and gone.
The time that people could sympathise has gone.
It's not like anythings been done.
I should be used to it by now.
I can push it aside.
I passed crying over a year ago.
There's no reason to go back.
Nothing's going on in my life.
I should be sorry for someone else,
But not for myself.
This was because it randomly got to me how I don't see my mum much, but I wrote this a whole ago.
Feb 2015 · 4.6k
Thursday
I thought of how it seems like,
Oh let's make Chloe feel crap day.
Then I remembered that it's Thursday.
So yeah,
It really is.
It's always Thursdays.
Sometimes Thursdays have been fine.
But when a day of the week hasn't been fine,
It's been a Thursday.
I don't know why.
Thursdays should be good.
I have good lessons that day.
It just seems like,
Everything's against me then.
No, not people.
It's just feelings.
They appear from nowhere,
With no reason to be here.
No it's not very extreme,
But it's my less good days.
It's a Thursday.
Feb 2015 · 2.5k
Blood
Blood means nothing once it's faded away,
Or maybe it never had the chance to stay.
Genetics don't mean a thing,
When you've never had the chance to know.
Blood means nothing,
Because you don't care so now I don't care.
If one day you decide to care,
Well then you've lost your chance.
You can see the blood smeared on the walls.
They mean nothing at all.
Our blood has now changed.
Goodbye to a never known "man."
Feb 2015 · 1.7k
Not A Dad, Not A Father
No dad, no hassle.
No parental battle.
I guess this should be a good thing.
It's not like it's ever bothered me.
Except that it has,
But depending when you ask,
It doesn't anymore.
I'm completely fine.
I'll continue my life.
Nothing, nothing has changed.
I've managed without,
So why would I need?
Why would I want?
But sometimes I can't make up my mind.
So I do nothing to it.
It's the only thing that's safe.
Because once you've done something,
There's no going back.
Why give it the chance to effect me?
I don't want you.
Don't want to know you.
You don't even want to know me.
You're not my dad,
Barely a father.
To be a dad you have to stick around,
But you were never there to begin with.
Other daughters and fathers bond,
But I wouldn't want to with you.
You're the wrong type of person anyway.
Even though, I've seen some of your Facebook posts.
One I found very ironic.
And too much time has gone since I was born.
I bet you don't know I'm fifteen.
You've probably forgotten about your unknown daughters.
And why wouldn't you?
Funny, you don't know I exist.
But this poem, I wrote about you.
Feb 2015 · 1.7k
What Are You Doing?
Love is sweet,
Love is kind,
So what the hell is this?

It's like you're breaking me down.
I can't control my thoughts,
They all evolve around you!
Why do you do this?
You don't even care.
If only you were here,
And you actually care.

What's this you're doing?
Don't tell me you think it's fair.
It wants to tear me down.
Jan 2015 · 871
A Poets Understanding
Do you ever think of verses,
While you're brushing your teeth?
Then repeat them inside your head,
As if you're counting sheep?
You rush into your room,
And scribble the lines down.
Do you?
I do.

Do you ever think of things to say,
Not caring if it wants to be heard?
You just get some thoughts together.
Then you pick at some of the words.
And In this wonderful world,
You have the choice to be silent,
While shouting out your emotions.
You don't have to like talking.
You just write things down.
Poetry it becomes.
Soulfully yours and meaningful to more than one.

The poems might just come to you.
Or you might have to think.
But however you come up with it,
You'll be making beauty.
You'll be an artist in control.

Wouldn't we all love to know,
That through this we have power.
The ability to gather thoughts,
And turn them into flowing poems.
That our words can be effective.
That they don't just comfort us.
If we knew they made others feel things,
Relate or understand.
Well that would be fantastic.
That's what we all want to hear.
To be told someone's enjoyed it,
Or that it made them shed a tear.
Knowing that someone understood.
That someone's complimenting how you use words.
It's an amazing feeling.
Especially when poetry's what your so close to.
You owe it all the world.
So someone's compliment,
Would brighten up your days.

If you are a poet,
Then you might understand this.
But we are all different.
We understand different things.
What one could write,
Others may not be able to read.
Jan 2015 · 2.5k
My World Around You
It's as if I want to hate you,
And I might even say it to myself.
But at the same time,
I'm saying I love you too much.

Sometimes I'll think that I don't want this pain.
At the same time I'll know that I like it.
I like how it feels,
how it stings,
How it burns.
At least I'm feeling something,
That I think could be love.
But it's only one sided,
So how can I tell.

I'll tell you how it goes.
I love you,
I think of you,
I miss you,
I want to talk to you.
When you don't reply,
Even if you've been online,
About 15 thousand times,
You'll take another 24-48 hours.
Then I want to not like you anymore.
Even though you still haven't done anything.
It just slaps me once again,
That you will never feel the same.
But it can be a nice feeling,
So I cling onto it,
Thinking that it's worth it.
The most it's done for me is cause pain.

But then you're face.
It brightens my day.
But that also makes my heart break.
How many times can a heart be broken?
And this is only by one person,
Who hasn't done anything to break me.

No one can break me.
No ones broken me.
I'm not some object.
I am a real person.
I have real feelings,
But are these real?
Well I don't know.
I haven't had the chance to find out.
If you saw me, the way I see you...
Oh silly me that could never be!

What am I here for?
What do I care?
It's not like I deserve you.
It's not like I've always been there.
If you were by my side, though,
And you needed me,
Then I would bow down to your feet.
No, not literally.
But I would be there.
I would help.
I would do whatever I could.
You should realise that.
I bet you know.

None of that,
none of this.
Could possibly change any given thing.
I know I can't just write,
And make you feel things.
I know I can't just love,
And expect the same from you.
I don't.
I won't.
Oh, and you never will.
Basically, what I'm saying is:
You feel how you feel.
This is what it is.
This is not what it's not.

You and me.
We seem to be two different things.
Regardless of this,
I continue to dream.
I don't expect you to change your view.
I know how you feel about me.
You know how I feel about you.
Now there's not much left to say or do.
I'll just keep myself here.
Apparently this is what I do.
I sit here,
I sit here.
And I wait for you.
Apparently it was time to let the trapped emotions flow out. I hope you like the results.
Jan 2015 · 583
Untitled
We strive for perfection
but it's a goal we can't reach
Because we only see imperfection
Or at least in ourselves
Jan 2015 · 315
Do You Ever
Do you ever hear me?
Because I feel like I'm always screaming.
Do you ever listen?
Because it's like you're never here.
Do you ever want me?
Because I always want you.
Do you ever feel me near?
Because I'd love to know.
Do you ever worry?
Because I worry about you and things.
Do you ever care for me?
Because it feels like we never talk.
Do you ever fantasise?
Because I do about you all the time.
Let me draw you a picture.
One that tells the truth.
I won't try to make it beautiful.
I'll just make it so it's true.

You see there is a world today,
I guess with not much use.
We have plenty opportunities.
We have time without the effort.

We have some wealthy countries.
Yeah, that sounds really good.
You go on and see others with middle income.
Well that's not too bad!
Wait a Minute though.
You go on to realise ones without enough.

Not all countries have enough money.
Not all countries have enough food.
Not all have clean water.
Not all have reliable health care.
Not all have our other priorities.

Now get your head together.
It isn't that hard to see,
What is going wrong here.
The solution sounds easy.

There's many developed countries.
This is very good.
But why are some struggling,
While other ones are thriving?
Surely it should be equal.
If there's enough money in the world,
Why not just spread it round.
If everyone could just think,
Then the solution could be found.
I don't mean just found.
I'm sure people already know.
What we really need to do,
Is to imply it.
Then we can grow.

Can you see this picture clearer?
I've drawn it now,
It's done.
What comes into your mind?
A mess?
Black scribbles everywhere.
From here the world seems great.
I am thankful for that.
But why should other places not be?

Our parents, our families.
They teach us how to share.
Not only that,
But they teach us how to care.
Where did this go wrong then?
Stand with your eyes open.
Don't be tricked to only see the good bits.
You can also see the parts that are broken.

Why don't we get together.
Show the world what we're made of.
Show others that we all have a heart.
That's what is broken can be mended.
If we were to work together.
Not just as countries,
But as people of the earth.
We could all live in comforts.
A home to live and breathe in.
We wouldn't be alone,
Because everyone could have someone.
Now do you see?
This is the real picture of out Earth.
There's plenty reasons

You'll never love me

My body is one

It's far from the best

It's one of the worst

Also I'm not pretty

All the other girls are

I'm not very clever

Not compared to you

I'm just average

I don't stand out

I have loads of spots

That not even make up

Can cover up

I'm not at all popular

Not many people like me

They'd rather spend their time

Making fun of me

I'm not very tanned

Instead very pale

And everyone likes tanned skin

With slim bodies to match

We both know I have none of that

My eyes aren't perfect

So don't look too close

My personality doesn't stand out

I can be very quiet

Or at times very loud

Loose strands in my hair

Fly everywhere

Loads of split ends

You are just my friend

I'm stuck in the friend zone

I don't like myself

So I don't know how you'd cope

I'm lucky to have you

Just as a friend

But I can't help wanting more than that

So reasons why you'll never love me

There's more than a few

Those are some of them

But don't worry there's more too
This is one I did ages ago but I thought I'd post it.
Jan 2015 · 4.3k
Wasted Love
I'm still here loving you.
Do you still realise?
Do you feel like my love is going to waste?
Well we both know that it is,
But if I do I might never admit.
I don't call it a waste,
Because I'm spending it on you.
However it's not being returned.
You could count it as a waste.
It's been around six months.
That's half a year that's already gone.
Half a year of my wasted love.
How has it already been that long?
My love for you still feels fresh.
It's just never been used.
Jan 2015 · 530
Love For You
Don't hold back your feelings.
Don't hide your pain and tears.
I told you I want all of you,
And your lies are not you my dear.

Everyone has fears,
And you don't need to face them alone.
We can do this together,
If you just tell me what is wrong.

You're my source of comfort.
I want to be the same.
I want to show you real love,
Maybe you can feel okay again.

If I wrap my arms around you,
Would you want them there?
Would you break away the passion,
Or ignite our eternal flame right here?
Jan 2015 · 505
Crush
I love you,
I just can't have you.
I have to stay on the sidelines,
Waiting until you feel the same.

I don't think you'll ever feel the same.
Everyone tells me to move on.
I'm not sure it's that I can't.
It's that I don't want to.

Yes I've fancied other people.
None of them were like you.
I would make myself get over them,
But I didn't really like them in the slightest.

Now it's you I'm crushing on.
I have loads if reasons to.
You're just so amazing and this is embarrassing.
It's too bad I'm in the friend zone,
Because there's no coming out.
Dec 2014 · 636
Empty Books
The books you keep.
They are all empty.
I went to your house.
I looked in your room.
These books I found,
I looked through the pages.
I was sure to find some ink,
Upon those pages.
I checked the pages.
I looked through them twice.
These books I could not read.
There was no text to ever be seen.
I then thought again,
It might just be a note book.
I looked around again.
More books I found.
These books must've been worded.
At least that's what I thought.
In fact I was so sure.
Before opening the cover,
I thought some more.
It looked like a reading book.
Just like a novel.
So did the last one.
They surely weren't note books.
So for this second time.
I looked at the first page.
It was blank,
But I thought that was okay.
Sometimes there's a few blanks.
This book still has a chance.
I gazed through the rest.
This astonished me.
Here too, there were no words.
There's no words there to comfort me.
While he was gone I continued my search.
I just wanted to find out,
That he had one proper book.
In the mess I was,
I tore down all the shelves.
Flipping fiercely through pages.
This time did not go well.
When he came back.
He saw me on the floor.
Books where spread everywhere.
His eyes went from them and up to me.  
He said, "what have you been doing?"
I said. "You only have empty books."
He nodded then he sighed.
"Why were you looking through them?"
Then I replied, "I wanted to find a book.
That book was empty,
So I checked them all."
His face went back down to the floor.
Empty books.
That's all I see.
"Why are they empty."
He said, "they aren't empty to me."
You may not understand this,
At the same time yes you may.
The truth is that what's written,
Is all you need to read.
There are no missing pieces.
You can find that it does make sense.
You just need to have an understanding.
This event didn't happen,
That's not what this poems about.
It's called empty books.
To her they're empty,
To him they're not.
This isn't really about books.
It's about anything you want.
It teaches you about perception.
Different people see diffrent things.
Different people think different things.
Oct 2014 · 836
I don't know, okay.
Who said I'm fine?
Well who said I'm not?
I've said neither.
Not in plain words.
I said I'm okay,
That there's nothing to say.
I simply said that one word.

What would you say?
What would you do?
Oh, if only you knew.
You don't know.
You still won't.
It's not my choice to keep it from you.

There's nothing I can say.
Not today,
Not tomorrow.
Maybe if there were some other way.
But there's not.
There isn't and there won't be.
I'm sorry.
Or maybe I'm not.

You asked how I was.
I did reply.
I had to be kind,
Anyway why wouldn't i?
I told you one word.
"Okay."
I'm always okay.
You asked and I said.
Okay doesn't always mean the same.

I said okay.
You might've thought it meant fine.
But maybe I am far from it.
Too bad I'm not then.
Maybe I had you worried then.
All it is that I can't explain.
Keep asking.
Go on,
I'll keep answering.
Be aware you might only get one word.
One word,
That's that word.
How else could I put it,
When there is no other way?

I'd love to tell you.
That's the fact,
I really would.
Believe me I don't like keeping from you.
I would tell you simply.
Right now,
Maybe today.
But actually I don't think I would.
I like to wait.
Figure stuff out.
Often stop you worrying as long as I can.
I don't know why.
You shouldn't ask why.
They are all very trivial.
Being all very small.
None of them problems at all.

It's all rather too bad.
Too bad I don't know.
Just a tad.
If I don't know then I can't tell you.
As much as I think.
No matter how much,
I still do not know.
So there's no way that I could explain.
I guess you'll have to wait.
For someone else I guess.
Someone to tell you what's wrong with them.
Right now I can't tell a soul.
Before I tell you.
I need to tell myself.
Which I can't,
because I don't know.
Oct 2014 · 453
Max's Poem
I really don't want to write this poem.
Doing so means you're really going.
You've been a big part of my life.
I was only just turning three.
That was when you came.
You've been here since I can remember.
I don't want you to go today.

I hate how much you're struggling.
I can't believe it's today.
If I could take away you're pain,
I'd do it this very second.
If I could I'd still be seconds late.

There's an ache in my heart.
I know it won't go away for so long.
I don't want to miss you,
Because if I miss you then you'll be gone.
You don't know how hard this is.
It's way too hard to let go.
Why give in?
Too bad there's no other way.

You fought so hard.
It's not your fault and god knows you don't deserve this.
I can't believe it's your time.
I don't want it to be,
But sadly that won't change a thing.

You though, will change everything.
You've always been here.
You have to be here.
Why do you have to go?
I know it's you're time.
I know you've lived long.
I just want you here forever.

I could cry a thousand tears,
But that won't stop you going.
Oh well I can't help,
So I'll do it anyway.
I'll continue crying millions of tears.
Unfortunately though, still you will go.

I won't say goodbye.
Not really a goodbye.
If I do it would mean you're going.
You're not really going.
You can't really go.
You belong here at home.

You might be a dog,
But you're our family.
No matter what happens you will always be.
You can't be going.
I know you are,
But you'll never really be gone.
You still have to be here.
Be here everyday.
Maybe we won't have to move on.

You are the best dog ever.
You always will be!
Even when you're 'gone'.
Wherever you go,
Does anyone really know?
Do we even have to.
I know you'll be somewhere.
I'll see you again.
Until then I'll be missing you.

Very soon I'll have to let you go.
I know it's for the best and all,
But even so it won't help this pain.
At least you won't be suffering your pain.
I have to try to let go,
But that's the last thing I want to do.
You've always been here.
So why can't you stay?
I can't help these pointless questions.

Eventually I'll move on,
I know.
Thats how all of this stuff goes.
That doesn't mean I'll:
Forget you,
Stop loving you,
Stop thinking of you
And I know I won't stop missing you.

Goodbye max.
But this isn't goodbye really,
Because this is not the end.
One day we'll all see you.
Then we can all be happy together again.
My grandma's dog sadly died the day before my birthday (27th Oct)! :,( rest in peace Max.
Oct 2014 · 427
Good Poetry
Good poetry doesn't deserve to be kept a sweet secret.
Don't be scared of criticism,
Release it for the world to see.
Set it free and let it flourish.
Oct 2014 · 515
I don't like this
Apparently this is how rebounds are.

I guess I've never loved enough,

To ever have one on a crush.

Well I've never been in love.

I can surely say though,

That I love this one very much.

His face is ingrained into my mind.

The familiar name scribbled on my heart.

How long will it try to tear me apart?

Whenever I see him,

Real or in pictures,

That is when my heart bursts.

At random times my heart aches.

I literally feel it crying in my chest.

My brain also won't let me forget.

I will always love that one.

I did, I do and I still will carry on.

Now someone else though,

Threatens to steal his place.

I don't want to let him in,

But I can tell he's creeping in.

I can tell that it would be nice,

But he has nothing on him.

I can daydream both of them up.

He is still my number one.

Seeing his picture,

Is what makes my heart swirl.

It must be curiosity.

I've heard about rebounds.

Of course I never understood.

If this is one then are you sure,

That they are not an evil curse.

It attacks me inside.

Making me feel so guilty,

Does it show on the outside?

Apparently you can rebound from a crush.

Let's be honest that's all he is,

Even if I think it's more.

To me right now it feels like love.

Too bad it's not returned.

This came from a crush.

The one I love.

The one I got rejected by.

It's okay, I see how I'm not enough.

Even if you said yes,

Even when I asked you out,

I knew how crap I was.

I knew you should have better.

This makes me feel bad too,

Because I gave him the option of having someone.

Someone who is not enough.

He deserves the best.

The only person I could think up,

That would be worthy of his love,

Well that's impossible.

No one deserves him,

And there's no one good enough for him.

I'm at the bottom of my chart of worth.

I hate living with myself,

So I don't know why I'd want him to love me.

I know you said I'm perfect.

I know you said you cared.

You also said you love me.

You know I love you more.

In a very different way.

The way you love me is plenty.

More than I deserves,

But I'm sorry that's just not enough.

Not when I've fallen so hard.

I'm here on the ground,

Just watching you standing tall.

Without a problem.

Never going to fall.

Well not for me anyway.

That's only what I dream.

I actually like this heart break.

Even if it hurts a bit,

Or a lot.

At least I almost have something going on.

I'm sorry but it is what it sounds like.

I want something to be sad about.

I want my heart to break.

Then I can learn what love feels like.

I know this stuff sounds twisted.

You're like, who are you to think that?

I find it twisted too.

Maybe we all are a bit on the inside.

Deep down.

Most people wouldn't think this.

Yes I want more pain,

Of which none I have.

Don't ask me to explain.

I highly doubt I can.

I want to promise I'm not that bad.

That I'm a good and nice person.

I don't know if I can.

In not sure if it would turn out to be a lie.

I want to stop thinking of this other person,

In this way.

I only want the one I really love.

The one who I know doesn't love me.

But if this new person of interest does.

I've been trying to think of what I'd do.

The answer to that,

I have no clue.

I'd still be thinking of him.

I don't want to let myself do that to him.

Go out with someone,

When my hearts with someone else.

I don't know how to stop it.

Some would say stop bothering with the first.

He doesn't love you anyway.

They don't understand how much I don't want to.

I never want to let go of him.

This other persons just a rebound.

Keep your head, heart and eyes faithful.

Don't let your daydreams drift.
Oct 2014 · 268
Sometimes
Sometimes it's not what you want,
It's what you're given.
It's not always how you've planned,
Or what you could've guessed.
Maybe it's so out there,
That you don't recognise.

Sometimes it's what you want,
But what you haven't gotten.  
It could be how you've planned it,
Something that you've thought.
This could be so close to home,
That it is all you know.
Oct 2014 · 413
Fire
Simple letters,
Perfect formed syllables.
Watered down words,
Filled with emotions,
But now with no meaning.
Once was a voice,
But just like a fire,
It crackled out.
As opposed to the flames,
They rose high with a passion,
However now there's only ashes.
The words we wrote,
Our story on the page,
Has been demolished by this fire,
Which happened to be our love.
Sep 2014 · 1.0k
I believe
I believe there are angels here.
They're all around us.
They're watching and caring.
Even if they're not interfering.

I believe that they are waiting.
Willing to help us.
If we need saving.

I believe that if we call.
An angels will soon answer.
They won't let us fall.
Instead they catch us.

I believe we can contact our angels.
By thoughts or speaking.
Then we might see, hear or feel them.

I believe we are never alone.
They can ease off on us,
But never go too far away.
They're loving us every day.
Sep 2014 · 2.8k
Stress and you
I'm stressed inside and out.
Annoying thoughts are swirling around.
I can't even tell them to go away.
I have to face them the next day.
I have to get myself through it,
Do all my homework the best I can.
Yes this sounds stupid.
It's only about homework.
But you couldn't realise,
How it stresses me inside.
Along with all of this.
You are there.
In my head.
On my mind when I breathe in fresh air.
I know that I can't hide.
I saw you today,
I saw you last week.
I talk to you too.
But so far I feel blue.
I guess I get jealous.
I know that I do.
This reality is nothing I can do.
I want you so bad,
But you don't feel the same.
I know it,
You've told me,
And I can't make that change.
None of this though,
Will pry me away.
Because you forever,
In my heart you will stay.
Sep 2014 · 3.6k
Heart break
Do you hear that?
That's my heart breaking.
Don't worry, it's only mine.
It's not like it matters.
It's not like I matter to you.
At least not how you do.

It saddens me
Deeply
Help me
I'm falling
I don't want to let go of you
I wrote the two parts at different times as different poems but I didn't want to continue or for it to be so short, so I added them together.
Sep 2014 · 3.5k
It's not lust
You've filled up my heart.
You're brightening my soul.
Even just your smile,
Gives me reason to glow.

You cannot possibly know,
How happy that you make me.
I still can't believe,
That I got to see you that day.

You're voice had my heart soaring.
I just can't get over it.
Everything about you,
Is all so perfect.

Also that you hugged me.
You didn't even have to be asked.
You just came along and did it.
But it was still over too fast.

It did last long,
But nothing's ever enough.
Not when you take account of,
How much I love you and not lust.

I guess you could say,
I lust for you too.
My feelings aren't full of lust though.
It's really all just of love.

Now I feel renewed.
Like you've topped my happiness up.
I can't wait until next time,
Because last time was just great.
Aug 2014 · 3.3k
Give me your pain
Give me your pain.
You don't need to have it,
Nor should you and you don't deserve it.

Wipe your tears away,
That cover your pretty face.
Find that smile again.

Your smile, you think.
Well that is fake,
But that's what I want to change.

Give me your pain,
Give me it all.
Then you won't have to suffer,
anymore.

Think to your self.
Not of your demons inside,
But instead angelic thoughts.

Your lying in bed,
The covers over your head.
Now softly have sweet dreams.

Waking up in the morning,
You wash your face.
Now start the day with joy.

Give me your pain,
I say once again.
I'll hide it away from you.

You don't need to weep,
Your thoughts not too deep,
If you just give your pain to me.

There's no need for you,
To be on your knees.
Next wipe the dirt from the floor.

Pour yourself a drink,
Very mindlessly.
You don't need to be careful anymore.

Give me your pain,
Is what I say everyday.
I don't want to be ignored.



Guys, give me your pain!
This is what i think and want.
I don't want you or anyone,
to suffer from your thoughts.
So give me your pain.
I don't have much,
but I want a whole lot more.
I'd brace a smile, everyday,
to free you from this mess.
Give me your pain,
I whisper to you.
I am not asking but demanding.
I will not accept you saying no,
so don't deny me again.
Instead, the thing you can do,
is give me your pain now.
The last bit is kind of more like a poem version of an authors note, that I thought belonged in the poem.
Aug 2014 · 1.4k
It is
It is a blessing to see the beauty in everything.
It is a blessing to see the pain behind beauty.
It is a curse to see the ugliness in everything.
It is a curse for someone to point out the ugly.
It is the truth that everyone and everything is beautiful.
I generally believe that everyone and everything is truly beautiful. I think everyone should know and get told that they ARE beautiful and believe it. Whoever and wherever you are, You're Beautiful! You are loved!
Aug 2014 · 37.3k
The waterfall
The Waterfall,
Is blue with silver highlights.
It appears clear and clean,
Rapidly flowing into the stream.
The water is frothy,
Where it falls to hit the water.
At least things like this,
Are caught when they fall.
The sunlight still shining,
The water doesn't mind.
It continues it's journey,
Searching for it's destination.

The waterfall.
It's beautiful,
A sight to all.
But how do we know,
What's hiding underneath?
We hide pain,
All in our fake smiles.
What if this waterfall,
Hides things in it's beauty?
If we wait long enough,
Do you think we could see?
Aug 2014 · 983
Maybe we shouldn't
Maybe you're right.

Maybe it's for the best.

Maybe i'll get over it.

Maybe then this will be behind us,

Well it's already behind you.

I bet you've already put the book away,

Saying no it's not an option.

Then that's all it is for you.

Maybe I don't want it behind me.

I keep this book open,

Because I want to keep it close.

For me it's not an option.

It's something I need to happen.

Maybe we shouldn't be together.

Maybe you are right.

Maybe you were and always will be.

Maybe is only a maybe.

Maybe we shouldn't for now.

But maybe doesn't mean forever.

Maybe if you read all this.

This one poem now.

Maybe you wouldn't realise,

That I'm lying to myself.

Maybe I can say maybe.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Another thing I can say though,

Is maybe that we should.

Unfortunately you don't agree with that.

Maybe as I know,

You never will agree.

Maybe one day you will.

Maybe is a word,

That I can say a million times.

If I say maybe we shouldn't,

Even if I said it that much,

It would never ever mean,

That the maybe wasn't a lie.

Maybe I'm still into you.

Maybe I always will be.

Maybe you'll never want me.

Maybe I'll be fine with that.

Maybe I just lied again.

Maybe I would rather that,

Than having my love for you stop.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Now I could put that in every verse.

Maybe I could put in the opposite,

But that would change this poem.

This is about how we shouldn't,

Even if I think we should.

Let's be honest here and now.

You think we shouldn't,

But I will always think we should.

Maybe it will take you twenty years,

To actually understand why.

I don't mind if my hearts get broken,

As long as it's by you.

It may already be cracked,

But I'm proud that you caused that.

Maybe I'll still be sitting here,

All these years later.

Maybe i'll still write these poems.

Maybe I'll put them in a letter.

Maybe I could send them to you.

Maybe I'll throw them in the sea.

Maybe at least they'll go somewhere.

Anywhere could be better.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Do I need to say it another time?

All of us here are knowing,

That these lies keep coming.

Maybe it's only you,

That I will ever leave my heart open to.

Maybe one day you'll open your heart as well.

Maybe I already know,

That it won't be open to me.

Maybe this poem is stupid.

Maybe it's full of hopeless hopes.

Maybe it's all lies.

Maybe it won't be so simple to you,

But I know what I feel inside.

Maybe we shouldn't,

The name of this poem.

This poem is all a lie.
Aug 2014 · 1.7k
Pity love
Pity love,

Is the love you give me.

The only reason of your love,

Is out of pity.

I hope it's not true,

Because I'd like to think,

You don't see reason to pity me.

I don't want to be,

Your pity love.

I want you to have proper reasons,

And I want to be,

Your one true love.
This is completely how I feel, I wrote it a few days ago (not that you needed to know that).
Aug 2014 · 2.0k
Tigers hunt
As fierce as they can be,

Tigers hunt to survive.

They only do,

What they have to do.

Did you know,

If pray was in sight,

The tiger wouldn't even attack,

Unless it was hungry for a snack.

Tigers aren't all bad.

Not at all really.

They just find their way,

Trying to live.

There's a food chain,

You can't avoid that fact.

They need to eat meat,

So what can they do,

If they didn't ****?

They'd die of course!

Would you be happy then?

Because humans hunt them too.

We don't need them for food.

We don't HAVE to **** them for medicine,

Why do most of them **** tigers?

Only for their skin.

Yes, it is beautiful,

But it's not ours to take.

You shouldn't **** tigers,

Just for their stripes.

They would only **** you,

If they needed food.

Food of which,

Some struggle to find.

It's sad this isn't the only reason,

That most of them die.

Those cruel people,

Set up traps all their habitat.

When trapped,

All is painful.

The more that they struggle,

The tighter it gets.

If they're not dead,

By the time those people come,

They will surely **** them,

And all because they want to be rich.

Tigers need saving.

They need our help now.

They're already endangered,

But they have no good enough reason,

To die right out.

We don't need tiger skin.

Can't anyone see that,

It only looks nice on that tiger?

But no, tigers get killed.

It's not their fault,

That people want their beautiful skin.

They may be running out of food,

Because they're running out of trees.

Without the trees,

They don't have much to hide in.

But the poachers don't help.

In fact the truth is,

They make everything unfairly worse.

So please help them.

Donate to charity.

We can save the tigers,

From the cruelty of today.

At the same time as this,

We could help save the trees.

Without the trees,

There is no jungle.

Without the jungle,

There's no home for tigers.
I am very passionate about tigers, if you have the money then please donate. There is WWF and also other charity's where I'm sure you could also give one off payments instead of sponsoring.
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