Why
                   do
             we need
answers          
                  to be happy,

   I ask...

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

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

I miss that laugh you do when you say something silly
and regret it after
I miss when you check my reaction to what you're saying
and mirror it
I miss how you play argue about anything i say
I miss you looking to me first
I miss being your shoulder
I miss when we talked every day
I miss you starting the conversation
I miss you

Sometimes words do hurt
and stones build houses.

Sometimes words do break me
and sticks keep me warm.

Sometimes kisses aren't soothing
and being alone is better company.

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.

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.

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..

He shines** like the sun
Most vibrant when few are watching

I should have rose early more frequently
because i wasn't alone in seeing his beauty

Those hours I lay in bed waiting for the sun to shine for me
I should've been out i should've climbed the highest tree
and gave my ultimate attention
Ignored the world's tension.

Now there's a wall that blocks my colours
And my world is to become a whole lot duller.

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

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 are not perfect but you are beautiful,
Not everyone will see that beauty, but it's there,
You don't need to cover it up with makeup.
You don't need short clothes or alcohol to be a fun person.

Your body may be too big in places and too small in others
but at least you have one.
Not everyone will like you but you are still awesome.
Chose to be with the ones who do.

Your sole purpose to exist is not to please or pleasure anyone,
If you know deep down you should, just leave.
Listen to the little voice in your head it can often be very wise.

Help everyone you can, you might need their help another day.
Don't forget your values, your inspirations.
Don't forget why you chose certain roads.

If someone hurts you; say it,
If you appreciate someone; tell them,
They won't be here for ever.
Speak up for what you believe in.
Do the things you always said you would.
Reflect but don't forget to keep moving forward.

Love,
Create,
Smile,
Live.
Be yourself even if you haven't figured who she is yet. ^.^

You words tell of hurt and loss
But the way you write is so much more.

You fill hello poetry with your thoughts and concerns
You open up and leave yourself raw

Your writing is quite beautiful,
Never the same, never cliche, you write what's real to you

So I want to take this time to appreciate your words.
with a few words of mine as I try to sum up how awesome you and your poetry is.

In your poem Backwards I thought it was really clever how the story is told from the bottom. I hope you realise that you don't need to be fixed you are you, you are real and that should be good enough for everybody else.

In your poem Beyond Repair I love the short simple lines that make it all the more meaningful and I like how I think I can relate to how you were feeling when writing this.

To sum it all up you really bring colour to hello poetry with your poems and I hope you keep writing and that I will see you get better and better.

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

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

Don't wait for him to bring you flowers
Dig up wherever ground you have
And create the garden of your dreams
You are in control of the colours
So make them bright
Pick ones that smell nothing like the cologne he always wears
None that could possible remind you of him
Plant your own flowers
He mightn't ever bring you some

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

We take off our armour, take off our makeup
and we lie in bed.

We are defenceless and real.
Real to feel what we really feel.
We are raw,
We have nothing to distract us from ourselves.

What do you think of when you lie there?
Do pass through your thoughts anywhere?
Maybe I have thought of you, not only you,
But you're one of the many pages of my books.

Maybe i think too much and sleep not enough
but i do try to understand why your smile
crosses my mind when my armour's off

It's not a feeling,
It's in your imagination.
Maybe it's that top,
Maybe you've been ditching the gym,
Maybe your coco could do with a skim.
But today, tomorrow, next christmas, in the morning;
You are beautiful and should be happy in you.
Fat is not a feeling.
Even if it was
Feelings are temporary just like weight.
Remember you weigh less in space anyways.

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.

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

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!

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?

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

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?

What is okay?
Is it really a thing?
Are we ever really okay
Or are we just distracting ourselves from our hurt
There's something not okay with you and there's something not okay with me
But that's okay
I think
Maybe if we focus on others hurts
We can forget about ours for a while
Maybe i can smile for a while
Maybe i'm not doing okay

It's so much easier to say okay
Than to explain everything
Which maybe is nothing to explain at all i comparison I other peoples 'unokeyness'
Maybe it's just a bad day
Maybe I am okay

How do you convince yourself that others care?
Could keep asking but that's unfair.
Don't want to be nuisance,
But my head is full of nonsense
Shouting "you are ALONE ALONE ALONE!"
"Just go. Leave them be.
They're better off without me."

But people do love me.
They want me to feel safe
want me to be free
from the thunder
in my mind.

Maybe I can find
a way to tell me
it's all going to be
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.

Step 1: Find a boy/girl
Step 2: Fall very deep
Step 3: Get rejected (Like a boss;)
Step 4: Cry very sad tears
Step 5: Pour out your soul into a poem
(Maybe not a very professional poem but at least it's real)
Step 6: Post on hello poetry
* 7: Get a few hearts
* 8: Poem goes trending
* 9: Cry very very happy tears
Step 10: Find a new boy/girl etc etc
* If you are really really lucky!

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..

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.

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...

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

Feeling so little
Short i may be
In case you were wondering 5, 3
But's it's my mind that feels so small
when I can't help but recall,
how you never want to talk to me.

It's not the talking that hurts me
It's not her giggles
It's not the walking with that hurts me
It's not how she looks at you,
I don't mind with who you talk,
Or along whose side you walk,
I just want you to be happy.
It hurts to know
That she is much prettier,
Much more interesting,
Not as needy,
Not crazy
It hurts to think you could fall for her instead.
So i'll just trip you tomorrow and hope for the best!

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!

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

Run and run and run
Somewhere, anywhere, just move
until your skin is hot and your heart is beating. For you though,
You've nothing to prove.

Let the pain out in the sweat that pours down your face,
instead of tears.
Don't think about what you said or should've said or any of your fears.

Uncrumple, unroll yourself out of your ball of paper,
make it is wide open as you're able
Stand up on your own two feet now good and stable.

Next start to move a little,
jog if that's all you can

now just run off your fear

Look how far you've come:
All the clothes you were too afraid to wear,
All the opinions you were too afraid to share.

It's okay my dear,
just run off the fear.

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!!

Maybe I'm just bored

Maybe I'm just lonely

I don't want to hurt you

I don't want to lose you

holding on to your sweet words like holding my fingers on the chords..hurts one part but builds up the other.

Can both sides of a stick burn equally
Or does one side dampen smoke
While the other burns red
The red in all of us that smokes others in our lives.

Can we ever both love equal or will one always care more?
Will one always be half way out the door?

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

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?

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.

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!

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