I see you drive past me,
as if you were barely there.
You try to smile but manage
only a grimace that made me stare,
I wonder why you aren't smiling
What troubles did you face today-
I wished I stopped your rusty red car,
wish I had helped and not left you in dismay.
If you do read my little poem to you I hope that you know
That I hope you smile tomorrow and do not feel so low
Because you are a strong person too
And even if you don't feel this now, you can make it through,
through whatever is going on right now,
You have already come so far,
The woman in the little red car!

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

Preparing for a no
Before asking

Is like digging up seeds
Before there are signs of weeds

But which is worse?
The possibility of some tormenting weeds
Or
Not ever having a garden in the first place

My flowers could grow tall and bright and strong
They could be my purfume smell
They could be my smiles

Well i know
weeds do grow
And can **** my lovely flowers

I'll just plant some more

The worst part is I truely did think you liked me

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

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

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

When was the last time you felt like crying?
Was it something beautiful that you saw?
Was it the pity for others you felt?
Was it something so happy you couldn't keep your eyes dry?
Were you tired? Were you overworked?

Or was it someone who didn't care,
Who wasn't even worth the tears you shed?
Was it someone always and yet never there?
Someone you just can't get out of your head.

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.

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.

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!

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?

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..

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

Soaring so high,
Can hear all the angels sigh
As I dip and dive.

From way up here
The small creatures should have no fear
I'm too high to shed a tear

I don't want to ever come down
I'll just turn back around
No worms shall I eat
No branch shall I heat

Because I wish everyone could feel the way I do now
with my feathers skimming clouds and my morning tunes never too loud.

I'm free,
I wish all could feel like me!

Sometimes the one who smiles the most during the day
cries the hardest at night

Sometimes the one who is always there
Needs someone to be there for them

Sometimes the ones who try the hardest
Get it the toughest

Sometimes life isnt fair
Sometimes no one will be there

She can't listen. He can't hear.
They'll never communicate I fear.

Tension fills the room with smoke,
I can't breathe I start to choke.

The words on the page start to fade,
drifting, what even is a good grade.

I try to leave, to escape,
but I'm bound, stuck here, duct tape.

I force a small smile,
i'll be okay in a while.

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

Does it ever work out? Is it possible to love someone forever?

Everyone pulling, ripping, tearing trying to lift themselves above water
While suffocating others in the process
But look around
The waters shallow
just stand up
Pick your friend up and walk on

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..

If you are going to cut the rope that holds us together
please do it now before i get too high
It will hurt less when i've hit the ground

If you don't want to snap the threads that join us
maybe after a little while, before the rope starts to thin,
Tie a knot and show me that nothing's breaking

Maybe life is only difficult so that we realize the good when it's here. Maybe if it wasn't for the tears the smiles wouldn't be so sincere.

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...?

The worst part is that I really did think you were different
You fit all my cliche ideas
Dance with me? yes.
Kiss me? Yes
Hold and kiss my hands? Yes
Call me?
Even pretend you know I exist?
No.
I don't know what I missed
Now I will look inside myself for imperfections that I didnt have before you.
I will try and remember what I did or didn't do
I'll look for problems in me because you're not here to look at instead
Even though the problem is you

I* can arrange words in to any sequence
That explain perfectly how I feel.
I can write about how your eyes light up
as you talk of what you want to be.
How your worried, stressed creases disappear
when you talk about your dreams for your future you see.
How you dance like I would if I was home alone
with the radio on.
How every word you say
seems to be taken from a very wise book.
How you don't know how great you are,
How I wish you did know.

I can plan all the words to say,
Every little motion to do..
But when I see you all I can manage is
Hi how are *you?

Now is the time
You'll regret it after
if you dont do it this very second
but what if my queries turn him to laughter
what if i've misread the signs
But that book i've studied
Now is not the time to sit in bed and read
You will ask him
you have the courage
I know you do

Really what's the worst that could happen
Rejection scars heal..
Tears dry..
You won't die..
Better a chance of success than never trying..

Now get your wipes,
Clean those dark circles,
A bit of powder,
Words in your mind,
Jump little thing, now fly!

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

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.

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.

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* was outside last night,
looking at the stars under the moonlight
And then a thought hit me,
it made me fall deep..oh all the things I could see
That moment I realised that noone else will ever stand in this spot
Noone else will ever see what i see, ever think my thoughts
So I should write down a few
I dont know what else to do
if that's what you like, make sure you *do it too!!

How i long to feel his lips on mine,
To rest my arms on his spine
To hold on and never let go
The time spent apart seems to go so slow
I long to smell his smell again
When will he be here? when..
But he is not mine to touch or hold
Maybe I should just let go
I just don't know

Every little while we get a little doubt,
We wonder should we just get out.
But really you were just feeling afraid,
thinking of others who have played,
The damage and marks they made.

Sometimes you just need to be courageous
and stay with that smile that's so contagious.
Because you know what?
Someone's guna really like your ****,
they'll treat you like a princess,
and maybe teach you some chess,
and make you feel better, without stress
even when you look a mess.

You won't worry about who messages first
or about having conversations rehearsed
they'll make you crack a smile when the world's the worst.

If you find someone who you always want to hug
who you always want to bug,
Please go tell them right now they are the best
No more stress.
'I'm HAPPY', I shout!
No more doubt.

Why when it's over do we always question what is wrong with ourselves
Maybe, just this once the problem was theirs.

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

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

Can I miss you even if I never really had you

Try not to over think
My thinking voice thinks
But thinking about not thinking
Has just make me think more

I see him
     He sees me
          I talk to him
              He talks to me
          He talks to her
      We all talk so much but say so little

                                                     What do we really feel
                                       Who are we really
                          Are we all part of a grand plan
             Are we here by mistake by science

            Do i ask him
                       Does he feel the same
                                       Why do I exist
                               Why is there sadness why is there happiness
                                             why

                                                        Do i love him
                                  Does he love me
                Why do i feel the way i do
                                 Why do i do the things i do

                          Does he  notice me like i notice
                                                 Every detail
                             Does he think of her
                                           like i wish he thought of me?

                                                                   Why does it hurt
                                   Why does it make me feel
                                                                           like a bubble?
                                               So happy yet so breakable.....

Words are nothing just a few shapes, sounds,
Then why do they hurt me so much?

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

When my phone beeps i wish it was you
When I giggle i wish it was your joke
I wish it was you saying those words i long to hear

Sometimes i wish everyone else would disappear
and leave us to be what I know we could be

Why do i crave his touch
Why do i love his smell
Am i crazy. obsessed
Do others feel this as well?

What if i'm doing this all wrong
What if this feels right
who will fill the silences
when things get awkward, they might

Why do i feel like bursting
when he talks to me only
Why am i the one who must always be lonely

Why doesn't he hold my hand like i've seen others before
Why can't i help but melt when he holds open the door

Is he only being polite
or does he feel like i wish
Do dreams come true
do they even sort of...nearlyish?

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

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

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