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Hinata Nov 2013
when youre alone, you reflect on things that you usually never think about.
when you're alone, you just want to get out.
when you're alone, you become crazy, doing crazy stuff.
when you're alone, you wipe away the makeup.
When you're alone, you see the hardships written all over your face.
when youre alone, you cry about being a disgrace.
when you're alone, you smile and fantasize about the happiness in your life.
when you're alone, you unintentionally stare at the razor sharp knife.
when you're alone, you smile and cry.
when you're alone, you wish that either you or someone else would just simply die.
the only problem is that when you're alone,
you're not really alone.
im always there with you,
watching you....
Well here it is, just came up with it right now, tell me what you think, sorry if its creepy, it just turned out that way. Hope you enjoy.
Hinata Nov 2013
Yet again, I wait here for you.
yet again, I silently mourn over you.
yet again, I lay with my eyes close, hoping for a miracle.
Yet again, we hit another obstacle.
yet again, I cry till I can't see anymore.
yet again, I take you back once more.
yet again, I wonder if you're cheating on me,
yet again, we repeat the same history.
yet again, i run from the truth,
Yet again, it was you who was rude.
yet again, I tried to hide,
yet again, we promised and said we tried.
yet again, we fought and argued with each other,
yet again, we stayed together.
Not my best work but it was in my head
Hinata Mar 2013
it is 11:00, you're gentle smile lit up my world.
it is 11:10, you were always a sweet girl.
it is 11:20, you were always so shy.
it is 11:30, you looked so peaceful as you looked up at the night sky.
it is 11:40, you looked so beautiful with your soft, perfumed hair and soft, silk like skin.
it is 11:45, you looked so lovely, i cant even find the right words to begin.
it is 11:50, the ever present glow in your eyes is starting to fade,
was i too late?
it is 11:55, your beautiful lips start to soften, your legs started to grow weak as i held you in my arms.
it is 11:59, i can feel the delicate decrease in your heart.
it is 12:00, midnight, the time you died so peacefully in my embrace.
it is still midnight, the time i died with you, still holding you tightly, leaving no space.
it was midnight that two lovers died together,
living with the other in the afterlife forever.
tell me what you think please, i need to better improve my poetry. thank you.
Hinata Jun 2012
sadness is what the girl feels,
hopeless as her fate is sealed.
every decision made by other people as she is forced into classes challenging and difficult,
though she knows that she cant revolt.
sadness grips her by the throat yet again by those who push her around,
the teachers, the parents, her boyfriend, the students, even the class clown.
everything is expected of her,
she is someone that people prefer,
due to her level of education and inability to say much in anything,
often not part of any deciding.
sadness pierces through her body as she lets her boyfriend hurt her with broken promises,
never making any compromises.
so many cancelled dates and broken promises lay before her as she hides her feelings,
though she cries at night and stare at the ceiling.
sadness threw her on the ground as her mom forces her to look presentable to the world,
no one likes a weird girl.
her father teaches her to fight,
oblivious to anything but whatever is on his mind,
he forces her and her family to do whatever he pleases,
unaware of any of her family's grievances.
sadness haunted her at school as her friends call her strong but are unaware of her grief,
then run off to do their usual mischief.
cant anyone see her unbearable sadness?
cant anyone get her out of this mess?
how long will it take
for her to break?
questions she ask herself everyday,
wishing she had a say.
until finally it got to her, as she held up a knife,
the one that she planned to end her life.
as she stared at it, she hesitated,
then threw it away.
she couldn't, she knew that.
because if she did, it would only bring up the one painful, heartbreaking fact.
even in death sadness is something she couldn't escape,
because that was her unbreakable, painful fate.
Hinata Jun 2012
i apologize for my error,
it is a almighty terror,
so as a sorry i made this poem for something i did, but you will never know,
because its like my towns rare fall of snow,
there one minute,
gone in the next to our disappointment,
so have fun,
and enjoy this bizarre poem!
Hinata May 2012
when the world ends, what will people do?
people would loot,
people will pray,
people would try to find a way.
yet when that final hour has past,
how long will we last?
one day, a human will end up dying,
while somewhere else a baby will be crying.
many people look towards the bad things of dying,
but saying that its only bad would be lying.
when that final hour on your life pasts how would you spend it?
how would you live it?
if the world ever ends, a man would hold his wife,
a broken family of strangers would reunite.
bitter rivals would become friends,
and a boy who loves a girl in secret would confess.
the sad thing about life is that we don't realize how good it is until finally its ending
and they wish for a happy ending.
people who oppose religion would become religious,
a student who flunk all the time would mysteriously become a genius
a man who is very mean to everyone would be nice to everyone,
and a woman who hates children would want one.
the end does strange things to people, changing their beliefs,
much to some peoples reliefs.
the end actually is the best cure for all the troubles in the world,
that could be easily seen, for every boy and girl.
enemies would become friends,
a man who hates his wife would want to be their till the end.
a boy would get the courage to confess to a girl or stand up against her father,
a girl who wants to be free will realize she wants to become a mother.
the end is something we all need,
to reunite important things, like love, friends and, most of all, family.
i was mostly talking about death, i don't believe in the world ending on 2012 and sorry if it *****.
Hinata May 2012
lovely bones scattered on the floor,
beautifully red and intersecting all over the door.
lovely bones ran clean with no scrapes from the knife,
the very knife that took their life.
lovely bones, so beautiful, so pretty.
more beautiful than their blood that tasted ever so sweet.
lovely bones decorated the floor so beautifully and gave it the beauty of death,
not caring that i took their owners breath.
my beautiful bones, my lovely bones,
smooth and heavy as beautiful stones.
my lovely bones, i stroke your skulls,
your blank inexpressive expression tells it all.
i love your beautiful ribs and spine,
knowing that they are now mine.
but my favorite of all time is the arm and leg bones,
i love that bone.
its beautiful and long with a unique characteristic.
its beauty is just so majestic!
my beautiful lovely bones, i adore you!
i laugh wickedly as i fondled you.
my lovely bones, so beautiful,
only getting you was a task i must fulfill.
come to me, my fantasy as beautiful as dazzling stones,
my angelic, lovely bones.
i thought i could capture the mind of a killer, so anyways, any thoughts?
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