i use a fake smile
I hide in stories and poems
I get sad easily.
if you think i'm gonna change for you
you're WRONG
Im. Not. Like. Them.

they say a dream
can have a meaning.
That recurring dreams
try to send you a message.
But what if the dream
happens to be nightmare?
What does that mean?

Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Italy, Texas
Benton, Kentucky
Philedelphia
Los Angeles
Oxon Hill, Maryland
Nashville, Tennesssee
Parkland, Florida...

Why is the U.S like this...
Why have there been 8 shootings this year,
and we're only 2 months in.
Why do people have the urge to hurt others.

I pray for the grieving families..
I hope that God is with them in these hard times.

A threat came to my school,
it was not fun.
I pray for the ones who's threat, turned into reality.

Valentines day.
It's just around the corner.
A day for lovers,
to announce to the world.
While all alone
I sit.
On my bedroom for.
Watching reruns of Supernatural,
Sherlock, and Dr. Who.
But will I be sad that nobody is there for me?
Why would I be?
Will I be upset,
that I don't get chocolate or teddy bears?
Why would I be.
I dont need a guy to give me candy,
or stuffed animals.
Its all fake anyway.
So, no.
I wont be upset,
I'll be as happy as ever, if not happier.
Because I can have guys as friends,
without feeling guily,
I can eat what I want, when I want,
and not feel like I'm disappointing anyone

In this day and time,
sad poems are everywhere.
Maybe that is why,
young people think its 'cool'
to harm oneself or drink away the pain.
Maybe this is why,
Happy poems are so hard to find.
Maybe this is why,
anytime I look for poems
I get put into my feels,
and it's so hard to get out of that hole.
My solution:
Lets make a challenge,
because everyone loves challenges.
My challenge is to Make more happy poems.

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, perhaps so are you.
The roses are wiltes, the vilets now dead.
The sugars bowl's empty, your wrists stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky's not clear.
There is no silver lining, because you're no longer here.
Rain keeps pourings, with no end in sight.
You're lying there frozen, too far from the light.
Your beauty was unreal, your smile was the sun.
But time can't be turned, your actions undone.
The words that you wrote, that only I read.
"I love you so much. Please don't cry when I'm dead"
A bond we formed, a love that ran deep.
A pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes.
Been there the moment you said your goodbyes.
I want to forget, but most times I don't.
I want to let go, but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories in my head.
The roses have wilted, The violets are dead

The other day, Someone told me that I changed over summer,
I said that I didn't. They're crazy, I'm just the same.
I guess they were right,
I have changed after all.
I am Independent,
I am strong,
I don't need anyone.
I'm not holding anyone in my life anymore,
nor do I plan on it.
I can handle myself,
for I am not a child anymore.
I guess that he was right.
I have changed,
maybe for the best,
maybe for the worst.
I dont know yet.
But I'll find out soon enough.
So here's to the future,
and the new me.

A broken mirror,
a bleeding fist.
A silver blade against a wrist.
Tears falling to lips unkissed..
Ignore her and she won't exist.
She's not the kind you'll come to miss.

Embrace your flaws.
Whatever they may be.
The scars,
the marks,
the signs of all the pain.
The crooked smile,
The hair.
All of them,
because they are beautiful.
You are beautiful.

we are a fire;
we are flaming with red-hot passion
and we burn
and burn
and burn

we are a fire;
and it only took a spark
for us to light a wildfire
and we burn
and burn
and burn

we are a fire;
we need oxygen to live
but we are too close to breathe
and we burn
and burn
and burn
out.
-C.H

I am coming.
I am coming of a lot of things.
Of age,
of beauty.
I am comig
to a point where I don't need your love.
Where I can embrace my scars
and stretchmarks,
and love them.
Like you loved me,
way back when.

I don't understand how you seem so perfect.
I don't understand how your smile can light up a room. (And so much more)
I don't understand why I feel this way.
You're a friend, nothing else.
So why do I find myself thinking of you,
when I shoud be paying attention to my classes?
Why do I find myself doodling your name everywhere, and hearts?
Why is this happening?
I don't understand....

Bliss
is a weird thing.
It's like everything is perfect,
when it really not.
It's like there isn't a problem to face.
when there is.
Yet, it is a thing.
Supposedly common.
People use it to describe food, other human,
and so much more.
But how can a human be bliss?
How can the earth be in a state of bliss?
When there are so many problems to face:
Hunger, Homelessness, Abuse,
and so much more.
I don't understand

When we first met,
The very first thing I noticed were your eyes.
They were blue-
and not rhe color blue like the sky,
or sea.
They were their own color.
The color that soon became my favorite.

Then I noticed your voice.
The way you said my name,
The way you talked to your friends.
Anything that you said sounded like a song.

Then, the way you treated people.
You were always so kind,
even when the person didn't deserve it.

I realized that
whenever I'm with you,
I can't think straight,
I can't talk right.

You made my stomach fill with butterflies,
my mind fill with your face, your voice, just you in general.

Whenever you were around,
I was happy,
despite what had happened with anything.

You smile,
I'll smile.
You laugh,
I laugh.
You cry,
I'll punch a dude for you,
even though you're the guy.
I don't care,
who made steriotypes anyway,
They're stupid.

You led her on,
Made her believe that you loved her,
Made her believe you cared,
Made her trust you and open that door she had closed so tight.
She let you in,
And you let her down.
She fell for you hard,
You said you would catch her,
So why did she hit the ground?
She believed in you,
When no one else had,
And this is how you repay her?
This is so sad...
You led her here,
With words of love
And acts of romance,
Just to leave her there,
Her heart torn in two,
To fend for herself,
And find someone new.

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
That's what they say, but it really isn't true.
Roses are red, and apples are too.
But violets are violet, not really blue.
Oranges are orange, but Greenland's not green.
A pinky's not pink, so what does it mean?
To call something blue when it's not is to defile it,
But what the heck, it's hard to rhyme with 'violet'

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I know it's hard,
but you'll make it through
with your head up high,
and friends by your side
ready to hold you
whenever you cry.
You have so much left,
so much to do.
That alone is a motive
for you to fight through.
The roses are still red,
and violets are blue.
They'll be here a while,
and so should you.

Call me a name,
**** me with words,
Forget about me,
You say it's what I deserve.

I've had my pain,
all from you,
Now I'm done.

I've moved on,
though you still haven't.
I really don't care.

Roses aren't always red
And violets aren't exactly blue.
The society we live in
doesn't always speak the truth.

Smiles aren't always happy,
and frowns aren't always sad.
People judge to quickly,
and our feeling are too easy to forget.

I write,
not because I want to,
but because I need to.

I write,
because after I'm gone,
everyone will see who I truly was.

I write,
because I can get everything down on paper,
but it hard for me to explain it verbally.

I write,
because it's the only thing I'm good at.

I write,
because I need to get it out,
and you're not here to listen.

I thought I'd be this way forever.
You left, he came.
He asked me to promise,
I did.
He was just afriend,
then it grew to be more.
Now I'm over you,
But falling for him.
You wanna come back,
It's too late now.
I'm sorry.
Should've tried a couple weeks ago,
or better yet, never left
I'm better now.
I'm happier now.
I'm me again.

I watch,
and rewatch the video from that day.
The one where we were all happy.
The day of our first kiss. We were smiling and laughing.
I still have the pictures that our friends took.
The ones that you helped me hang up, they haven't moved.
I rewatch,
and I stare at the picures,
as I lie in bed, unable to sleep again.
Hoping,
Wishing,
That you'd come back.
But I know you won't,
for you were forbidden to speak to me.
I never knew why,
All I knew was that you started ignoring me.
Your friend was the one to tell me,
and the one to pass on my words to you
"I miss you. Come back when you can, Please
I love you"

You asked if I ate tody,
I said yes, of course.
I lied.

You asked if I've cut recently,
I said no.
I lied.

You asked if I was ok,
I said yeah, I'm fine.
I lied

You asked me if I was happy,
I said yes, knowing it would make you happy.
I lied.

You are filled,
with so many mysteries.
Yet, I am drawn to you,
more and more each day.

They always said,
"Drugs are bad, don't do drugs"
Then they said,
"Drugs **** people."

Yet, they failed to mention,
that love was a drug as well,
that love would eat you up slowly,
killing you, nevertheless,

Love was my drug,
I got addicted to your love,
You were my dealer,
and I was nothing but the addict

Broken, shattered, life filled with pain
Lonely, forgotten, eyes filled with shame
Lost, confused, heart filled with hurt
Praying, longing, for life not to get worse.

Unfortunately I:
[] Fall to fast
[] Crash too hard
[] Care too much
[] Forgive too easy
[] Wait too long
[] Miss people I shouldn't
[] Worry over nothing
[] Overthink everything
[] Am too complicated to be loved
[x] All of the above

Maybe it was meant,
to end this way.
Me, head over heels, while you are just fine,
But I can't help but think,
Maybe it wasn't,
Maybe I am giving up, all too easy,
Is that what it is?

You asked me the other day
if I loved you.
I didn't know, so I quietly told you so
I've been thinking,
whenever you're around, I can't think straight
I love being around you, I think of you 25/8
Is that what you call Love?
Because, if it is,
yes, I do love you.
I love you so much more than I thought I would at first.
I Love You more than I love most other people
But Is this love?

His smile could light up a room,
and so much more.
I could think about his smile,
and find myself smiling as well.
His touch sent me into a frenzy
His presence,
it was the worse,
it made me forget everything I knew.
and left me thinking about him till I drifted off to sleep,
then, I would dream,
of him, and me....