Haruhi

Dec 2015

Chris

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A broken heart for Christmas
was waiting there for me
When I woke up this morning
underneath my Christmas tree

It's nothing that I wished for,
it wasn't on my list
That I sent off to Santa
but I ended up with this

I guess that I deserved it,
much naughtier than nice
And I am sure St. Nick has checked
his list much more than twice

A broken heart for Christmas
was all that I found here
That's why I'm thankful Christmas
only comes but once a year

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Then I flipped it over
and I can not explain
The joy when I looked at the tag
and it was not my name

Santa made an error
I know this to be true
Because she wrote me yesterday
and told me "I love you"

Merry Christmas everyone!

Haruhi Dec 2015

The Pain of Moonlight

When the moonlight reaches my window at night,
I break down and start to cry.
It reminds me of when things weren't so bad.
When my life was filled to the brim with lies.
When all I had to do was color really bad.
Now a days I've seem to have forgotten,
How to enjoy the little things,
That I stand here idly watching.
I can't forgive myself for wrong actions done,
But neither can I forget about the lessons I've learned.
The moonlight causes these pains to surface,
each and every time I lay down for night.
It's not all that bad though,
No really it's fine,
Tortuous memories are just what I need to survive.

Dec 2015

Kay

you are a strike anywhere match

You are a strike anywhere match.
But you have always burnt out much too fast -
Disappeared before I even had the chance to hold your glow.

You, with your beautiful flicker
out and in and in and out
of my life

You dear, sweet nothing.
Whispered passing in my bad ear
I could never quite make out your meaning.

You - filled to the brim with sulfur
with wood splinter
with flame -

You never answered my question.
Were you meant to burn out?
Or else ignite?

I literally wrote this while talking to myself in the bathroom, washing my face this morning. But I liked it well enough, so here it is.

#love #breakup #unrequitedlove #lovepoem #flame

Haruhi Dec 2015

"Mother"and "Father"

The Ashes of a Phoenix brings life but means death.
The bee stinging a human brings death but means strength.
A girl and a boy means bad news,
For me and you.
But if they have the strength to resist.
The families will live in bliss.
But if they were to give into temptation.
Their bodies intertwine and make the heat rise.
But if they could keep it under wraps,
It just means they're back to being "friends"
All because of the weight of being a "mother",
Comes to early for the girl who couldn't resist.
And comes the label "father",
For a man
that was still a boy.

Don't get pregnant till you're ready to take responsibility of that child.
For real.
Simple as that.
Hold back.
Keep your pride.
✨

#wait

Haruhi Dec 2015

I dream of passion

I dream of passion.
A fiery love.
A relationship full of electricity.
Too bad it's still only a dream.

I dream of men.
Imagine the perfect man.
Unrequited love changes in a instant.
A special moment for two of us.

I dream of women.
A cute girl that's perfect for me.
Cover ourselves with blankets at night.
Her warm embrace.

I dream of passion.
I see us as one.
In unexpected scenes.
I dream of me loving you.

Tamera the Teacher. x3

#tamera

Haruhi Dec 2015

Tech

There's a motor in me in need of oil.
It grinds and squeaks,
Like a turn table.
My gears are rusted and have stopped turning.
My brain is down and needing a surgeon.
There's no way to win when you live in doubt.
If it came down to it,
Who would you ****?
Who would you save?
Who would you allow to operate?
When will you switch out my batteries,
So I can move away?
When will I be able to detach from the puppet master's fingers?
I'm sick of this way of living, living by their rules.
Everyday obeying and going to school.
My life was simple without all this tech junk,
But now I'm on it 24/7 and I can't seem to get enough.

Haruhi Dec 2015

Because of you

The shattered vase lies on the ground.
The broken plate crashed against the wall.
The glass of milk spilled on the floor.
My mascara running down my face.
My hands sill, lifeless, not a trace.

Rain splattering on my window,
Leaving it to run.
Why can't I run from you,
Like the rain runs from the window pane?

I can't run from what I feel.
I can't be ashamed of what I think is real
Not all my dreams come to fruition
Not all heartaches go away
But that's okay

Every thing is not what it seems
I'm freaking out inside
But not because of me.
Because of you.

Your smile weakens me,
Like an arrow in the knee.
But that's just me.
So I think you're cute.
This poem just screams it!
Can't you see?