You are here for a reason, you can change lives,
But how can I make a difference if my words don't rhyme?

These words sound so melodic on paper,
Sound witty in my head
But no one cared to listen to the words that i've said.

I will let you win this arm wrestle
So that I can win your heart
Girls are meant to be pretty
Girls shouldn't be too smart
Because boys are meant to be strong,
Only girls can be weak.
Isn't this what you've heard since before you could speak?
But does being female have anything to do with wearing pink?
Why isn't it okay for him to shed a tear?
This is becoming a cycle I fear!

His eyes like the colours of the ocean
I wish to dive into it's depths
But I lose my breath too quickly

His lips so unreachable but yet so near..
I must stop staring

His voice so masculine and yet so high

He is perfection in a tie
But every button closed so what is he thinking?

But you have been told before perfection does not exist.

Relationships are like an icecream.
They start off light and sweet,
They fill the hungry empty part of you.
You feel light and complete...you really do.
Then it gets harder and the sweetness starts to fade.
THEN IT'S GONE, he's gone
I wish he stayed.

Are we with one another because we go together like ice cream and summertime?
Or were we just lonely and we needed to feel, feel anything ? Through all these memories i climb...

All the words that you said
.....That made me go ludicrously red

All the times we hung out
...we would just mess about

All the subtle hints towards bed
...You always knew how to get into my head

But now the heat melted the ice cream
and it's all over now
But hear the tuneful frozen van
Grab another quick because it's lonely...
Now the circle starts again ahhh!**

-Meggghan ^.^

I** didnt plan when to fall in love with you
I slipped into it;
down the icy cold path to you
But even though sometimes chilly, it is worth it
When I feel the warmth of your arms around me
when nothing but thoughts of you surround me
Keeping me warm on cold nights.

But those cozy moments one day must must come to an end
When I come to my senses and realise to you it was pretend
It doesnt matter what I say now
So instead I toss and turn with the heat of this season
When he's played me like his xbox for his own stupid reasons.

Why can't you read my poetry you ask
Posted online for the world to see
Does our friendship mean nothing to me?

Well it's like this..You don't know me, well only parts
You see the flower so bright, never to droop
With bees buzzing around waiting to land
But you don't see the inner parts, the stem that can barely stand
that is slowly falling and rotting on the inside

You know only the smiles and the joy
But really i'm delicate, one chop and my beauty is destroyed
only my fellow poets see that side of me
the obsessed mess you never see

Maybe one day when I'm feeling conceited feeling good
I'll show you the feelings I write, maybe i should...?

Where has my poetry gone
I cant seem to think of one thing to hate on.
Where did my melodic thoughts dissapear to
And why is my brain suddenly goo.

Try to do what's right
Try to make someone's day bright
Try to help those in distress
Try to clean up all of their mess

Kindness is a well and fine
But when you're in the school line
It doesn't matter how nice you were that day
for all their own problems you shall pay
Because kids can be cruel
And somewhere, someday you'll be cool

But will being nice get you anywhere
It seems the worst get more than's fair
Survival of the fittest or the meanest
Moshing to the food while the polite are the leanest

The top of the food chain I see
Is the ones who cut down the trees
But maybe in the end
The ones who never mastered any trend
Will be the ones who have the most love
Down here and up above
On the day that we are most recalled.

Maybe we will be remembered as the nicest person they ever knew
Or that nice one who let you ahead in the queue
Does all that goes come back around
Or do we only appreciate who is underground.

Once upon a time
You loved him
It all felt fine
Suddenly he/you realise
That you feel is all lies
Tears could fill an ocean
because you had a notion
that it was meant to be.
It was just a game..just for pretend
THE END
Or is it the start
Of another chance
For you to give away your heart
Another glance

Your lies were the water I needed
For the plants I had seeded
In the depths of my larynx
Because you had all the words I could've wanted
which at the time seemed undaunted
But seeds need sunlight too
so this love never grew...

All the words you and your shallow mind can think of
Wont make up for the disloyalty you stink of!

That one step forward took me 3 steps back from you

When your head is swimming with metaphors and similes
and your assignments will be delayed
That's more than enough poetry you've made..

Does it matter what others think of us when we like ourselves
Does it matter how many books are on your shelves
Should your make-up be of others concern
Or is it just up to you to learn
That you are special
just like everyone else
you need to find your place
with all the other specks of importance
alone, without the help of others you don't have a chance
So maybe we should try to befriend others
After all there is strength in numbers

What if his hand I never hold?
What if them three words I'm never told?
What if he will never be mine?
What if I am wasting my time?
Maybe he sees someone as I see him
Through misinterpreted signals I swim
Further and further into this daze
His heart the treasure and his words a maze
So I run as quick as my tired legs will go
Oh how did I ever sink this low?

Who should decide the child's rights
Who should decide what they hate or like
Who should decide what is best or all-right
Is it grey or black and white?

Words can cause so much pain, content
Why? They are only letters in arrangements.

Sleep I need you so much
I crave your covers I touch
I long for the softness
Let me join you
Please sleep I need you

Eyelids get heavy as i reload the messages for the thousandth time
When will i get that he doesn't feel like i do
hanging onto every word like a baby it's shoe
every few minutes falling needing to be picked up again
feeling as helpless and useless as without my pen
well maybe all is not lost
he never said it was
I shouldn't over think everything he does
trying to read the signs
when really i'm blind
without a clue how he feels
so i put on my heels
swap my jeans for a dress
and wait for someone to make me less
I am whatever they want because I amn't enough for him
Pathetically in my tears later I will swim.

You are not that mistake you made.
Your heart and soul can't, like fat be weighed.
You aren't what that boy said,
He's not worth the tears you shed.
You aren't what anyone else thinks or believes
You don't need any hearts on any sleeves.
You are words you write,
the ones that come from deep inside, an dark and lonely nights
You are not only the deep sad thoughts
but the happy ones too
you know who you are..that's the real **you

What does it take to end the pain of another
To help a suffering brother
To end all the good but also stop the bad
Although it hurts and feels unbearably sad
which is worse; to suffer for seemly never ending time
or to pass away peacefully, is that such a crime?

For someone who'd much rather a lot
Of buzzing than to take out a fly swat
I find it hard to understand
Life in someone else's hands

It's seems extreme to kick their bucket
To put them to peace
Right okay, now just call the police..

Ever smiled so hard it hurt your face
Ever laughed so hard you heart started to race
Because in that moment you were happy to be you
Proud of who you are
because in that moment you knew
that you don't intentionally hurt others
you don't intentionally feel the way you
In that moment you knew you found you

He was my hero
He was my smile
He was my inspiration
He was for a while

He was my jealousy
He was my worriment
He was my heartache
He was my resent

He was my tears
He was my fears
He was my misery
He was my end

What does it take for a little more kindness
a little more praise
a little less cruelty
a little change in our ways..?

Does poetry have to rhyme
all the time
or is it fine
to have a line
that doesn't rhyme
with anything really at all....thyme

What do people feel when they walk in my door?
Do they feel warm and fuzzy like they belong here?
Or do they feel like seconds turn to hours
as the kettle boils?
Does the silence feel like a breath of fresh air
Or an icy rough breeze that ruins their hair?
Are then really sorry they have to go when the phone rings
or  have they been waiting for a way out..for anything
To escape the presence of me?
What do you feel when you enter my dwelling
well ? Go on..don't leave without telling!

When my eyes feel heavy and my head does too
Why does my brain keep dragging me along
This night that seems so long
Knowing that tomorrow will feel longer
I'll just take my tea a bit stronger

We are** the poets
We bring light to the dark
although we know that darkness can be shiveringly beautiful too
We write poems..what else would you do?

We arent checking facebook for every poke
Or or youtube for every joke

All we have is crisp paper and our favourite pen
and we rhyme over and over and over and over again!!

Is there a kiss for every tear
Is there a happy ending for every fear
Is there laughter for every cry
Is there a prayer for all who died

Is there somebody for everybody to love
Is there somebody for me to love
Is there a ewe for every ram
Is there turkey for every ham
Who loved the turkey when he died
Who kissed the ram when he cried

The thing is 100 kisses won't get rid of all the tears
100 hugs won't make you smile my dear
There are plenty of fish in the sea
But i'm deep in the country
Drowning the tears
while the fish need water to survive
I don't need either do I..?

When** sleep won't reach you
The night tries to teach you
How much you really appreciate
The sounds that your family makes
They fill up the empty spaces
in my heart and the house
So that i'm not left with only my broken heart and the company of a mouse

The silence seems to scream
which makes me want to
anything to make me feel less alone
Any noise, a snore or a groan

Would be better than this
Will i wake them if i ****..?

A good poem is like a good sandwich

the layers are the lines that if not ordered right
would not rhyme and you wouldn't take a bite

The toppings are the words
alone are insignificant
but together make something magnificent
so rich with hidden messages and meanings
another way to eat your feelings

The sauce is the bit added hesitantly
because you're not sure how it is connected
these flavours you've perfected
and you hope the pieces all add together
to make your piece of art for you to munch
your rhyming lunch

You were** the smile at my phone
the reason my voice became a higher tone
you were the sugar in my tea


you were the reason i write poetry
to express my love, freely

Now i wince at every beep
and *my tea is no longer sweet.

The mirror lies..
your heart does not..
you're beautiful inside

**stop.

1 eyes meet
2 a smile
3 bubbly conversation
4 hang out for a while
5 no sleeping we're on the phone
6 just when things seem great..no reply
7 suddenly feel alone
8 cry
9 move on with time
10 another pair meet mine

You stopped
                     loving me,
                       I did not stop
                            needing you..

Why
                   do
             we need
answers          
                  to be happy,

   I ask...

Who decides who is cool,
Who is hot
who is attractive and who is not

Everybody thinks that girl is awkward
Everybody thinks that guy is cute
Who is this everybody we're so loyal to,
everything everybody does we just follow suit

Well if nobody is everybody
then everybody is no one
Then why are we doing what no one thinks will be best!
Ohh this life is such a mess!!

I just fear we all try to do what everybody thinks is normal and cool
when really we design this everybody we seem to live for..
Who will be everybody..Will anybody..who'll...?

When her eyes sparkle does it make mine seem dim
deep into your eyes I swim
deeper and deeper
trying to find a trace
a crack of weakness where you drop the armour and let me read your face
But you remain forevermore unreadable like a book in a language unknown to me,
for others girls to read and decode what you are thinking inside, the world that you see

So I take my thoughts from your eyes, take out my paper and pen..to try to solve the puzzle that is you but end up **rhyming yet again.

It is time i left my feelings
back in the classroom that day
                                            It's not normal to feel this much for someone..
It's me that make the thoughts stay

                I must train my mind to act and think in a way that i can't be hurt
                                    I must say we're just friends without any hesitation
how I feel must be wrong ignore the sensations,
                                                     ­                                   forget the temptations.

We are told we can be whatever we want, what we like
but being different to what others see as normal oh don't even consider it..how can this be right?

''Different must be wrong''        we drill into our heads day after day..
even though     we are all different       ..how does this make sense?

We live in a word full of sheep all huddled together making it easy
for farmers control all, to call the shots
We pretend not to notice the sheep not up to standards are replaced with
                                                            ­nO rMa l, aC c ep TA bl e in their spot.
No one says a word for fear to lose their place in the social world a place                they tried to hard to reach
                                  So i try to speak for them all
no words escape my mouth just hello poetry add poems button my fingers fall

ARE WE THE WORDS WE SPEAK
ARE WE THE THOUGHTS WE KEEP,
WHAT DEFINES WHO WE ARE?

IS IT THE SCARS
WHAT MAKES ME SO BIZARRE

WHO DECIDES WHO IS GOOD OR BAD
WHO GETS TO BE HAPPY AND OTHERS SAD

WHY ARE WE HERE
WHY ARE MY THOUGHTS UNCLEAR..