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.

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..?

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 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

No matter how much of an open book you are
people will still read what others wrote on your back.
They don't see the scars there or the pain you felt
No they are hidden beneath this leather
They only see the number of stars you've been given
Not the the real world you live in.

So please, do this for me
I won't even make you open my book,
I just ask for a non-judgemental look.
A moment for you to rest your mouth
And learn what i'm really about.

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...?

I** wish you didn't see ugly when you looked at me.
I'm so sorry I am the cause of your damp eyes.
I want to help I really do.
How can I tell you that although i'm completely honest
it's your eyes that lie. The tears tears cloud your vision.

I'll explain;
I see the whole picture, I  must focus on every detail. I dont mean to or necessarily like it this way but I do. I can't ignore anything that is there. Really, I just do my best to be fair.

You look too close at your reflection,
ignoring the beauty seeking ''perfection''
I become cloudy and then wait for the the water droplets
or lightning to break me.

I look when you can close your eyes, I stay focused as you dream of colourful skies. Well my eyes are hot lightning from all the storms.
I don't mean to start them I swear I don't. It's not easy for me remember.
I am without the ability to console.

So next time you see me how about a smile, reflect your inner pretty soul. not a stare, eye contact is tiresome, not for too long
just a smile and move along.

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

Have you ever seen a picture in an art gallery under a blown bulb
Ever felt like that light over your head
Instead of making your life brighter
Was dulling your colours.

You just want to steal others lights
aim it toward yourself
but that wouldn't be fair
to take their light because you have none there.

Get up go to a shop and buy a new bulb
Display your lines and emotions
that are already on your canvas
Dump that cloud over your head and get another light to shine on you

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

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 ****..?

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.

I hope you smile so wide your face hurts,
I hope you laugh until you can't breath
I hope you feel the bubbles that I feel

Maybe if we all felt good more the world
would be a better place
Well i've heard it's contagious
Try and fit a smile onto your face

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

That one step forward took me 3 steps back from you

It's not your fault I never said anything
that would even slightly display the way
I've been feeling toward you,
It's not your fault I didn't say..

You don't owe me any thoughts
or even any loyalty,
how would you think otherwise,
It's not your fault I didn't say..

But this is me writing to you
Telling you
That I think you're pretty sweet,
That I adore your company,
That I want to spend more of my time with you,
That I get jealous when you talk to her more than me,
That I want to hang out at 2, Saturday,
That it's not your fault you don't know,
It's not your fault I still didn't say.

Beauty is a strange thing,
We search and beg
Through airbrushes and lies
Trying to be an impossible beautiful
That doesn't exist.

That doesn't stop the
disappointed tears that roll down his
plump cheeks and second chin
that makes him somehow less
Worthy than a model with one.

That doesn't stop the girl
whose reflection deceives her
down to skin and bone
because that is what is beautiful,
What is attractive,

But stop, please stop,
Beauty is the smile that lights up your eyes,
Beauty is the way you helped him,
Beauty is your expression through art,
Your encouragement,
Your humour,
Your strong mind,
Your good heart,

Beauty is you.

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 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.....

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.

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.

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

What does he think when he thinks of me,
Does he wonder if i think of him,
Does he think of me at all
I must stop thinking so grim

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.

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 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

It hurts to keep moving forward
But backwards is unbearable
you got this

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

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

You are the shark that tears me to bits
the ***** hairbrush that gives me nits

You are the liquid running down my cheeks
you are the my breaking after my confidence peaks

Can I miss you even if I never really had you

You're the water slipping through my hands,
to quench someone elses thirst,
my lips start to crack
enough of this flirtation
feed my dehydration

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

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

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

Everything is going to be okay

The worst part is I truely did think you liked me

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!!

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.

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!

'What if I care more than everyone?' she asked.
'What if I have more feelings?'
'What if I feel pain more deeply?'
'What if I put my heart in completely?'
'What if no-one cares or listens?'

'What really matters anyways?'

But no-one answers...

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

**stop.

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.

When** you haven't written poetry in a while
try not to stress, you can do that anyway,
try to just express what you want to say.
Ditch the mask, the smile
if you're feeling distraught
don't ignore the thought.

Let it all out,
run and scream and shout.

Sometimes you're not okay,
but that really is okay.
I'm just hear to say
it's okay where you're at today.

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...?

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