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Feb 2015 · 500
Inside...
WickedHope Feb 2015
Cut open

Me

Found

The scared little girl

I didn't want

To be seen

If I'm faking

Okay

Enough

Will I be

Fine
Read top to bottom or bottom to top.
Feb 2015 · 3.7k
Mud Puddle
WickedHope Feb 2015
I promise to be your
                                          rain storm;

            thunder

            and
                          lig
                 ­           ht
                           ni
                             n
                            g,

     if
you will remain
                  as the
                                             mud  
that
          keeps me
                         stuck.
If I ******* knew, I'd tell you.
Feb 2015 · 1.1k
"Nice ass," he called out.
WickedHope Feb 2015
"Don't you feel flattered?"
she inquired, confused --
in more ways than one,
though she didn't know it.

"People compliment you,
and you are so unappreciative."*
That is what she told me,
believing I needed a scolding.

Maybe I'm just tired of
people only caring about
how 'nice' my *** looks;
maybe I want more to matter.
I hate people.
WickedHope Feb 2015
please don't forget to think of me.
remember me when you feel the sunlight
reach your hair and grow warm, when
it hits your face and you're taken
aback and blinded as it pours steadily
into your eyes. don't look into the
sun like I did. it feels warm
and inviting on your skin, but if
you let it pour into you for
a moment it will take years until
you can see. the sun in the
end is nothing more than hot gas
burning in the distance. don't close your
eyes to it either, don't avoid it,
but cast your eyes down as it
climbs high over you. and watch from
it's setting to rising how the air
changes and it grows cool, cool but
you are not alone. you are no
longer alone as you allow your eyes
to raise and the moon reflects a
lighter glow you can understand, and scattered
about it are kaleidoscope cousins of the
sun that sought to burn. you remember
me when you realize these acts of
separation are safer than the sun direct.
This is the opposite of what I wanted to write, I actually think it ended up a little eerie if you think about it.
Feb 2015 · 629
Three Nights
WickedHope Feb 2015
I got three nights*             
Before she shut me down             

I got three nights
To tell him with my voice

I got three nights             
To watch that smile spread             

I got three nights
Of hearing his beautiful laugh

I got three nights             
Of listening hard for his voice             

I got three nights
But I want so many more

I got three nights             
But I want every day and night             

I got three nights
It feels like they happened years ago
This *****.
Feb 2015 · 897
Honey and Vinegar
WickedHope Feb 2015
i bleed toxins/ don't
you  taste  them/  in
your    water/    in
your wine/ on
your
lips/
it's a
ma-
tter/
of time
WickedHope Feb 2015
At two in the morning
I told you I'd
Locked myself in the closet
Again
I couldn't bare to listen
But you knew the walls
Were thin

You told me to wait
And you'd take me
Away
From this place

At two in the morning
You pulled up
I climbed out my window
And ran to the street

Italian rock bands
In your speakers
Drowning out the house
Behind

I was just 15 you an "adult"
And I had a boyfriend
I didn't love
Though none of it mattered
No
None of that mattered

As we passed the
Townline
I choked on a cry
And you stayed silent

Pulled up to your place
At two in the morning
Air hockey tournament
In your basement
Until

I was safe
Happy twentieth, best friend, Two AM, brother, father, salutatorian, college man... My Two AM.
You've always been there when I need you most.
Feb 2015 · 534
Titles can be so trivial
WickedHope Feb 2015
Sometimes whispers grow into shouts,
Though the wind can carry both.
But can a message be pinned and sent?
The wind blows free fast and far...
Can I have the vain hope to attach to it
Heavy words to you from me?
I write nothing. Literally nothing.
This? This is nothing. ...Meh.
WickedHope Feb 2015
I looked out the window
Why the **** did I look out the window
I dropped by your class
Why the **** did I drop by your class
You're hair is certainly long enough now
You vain boy

You certainly have the body for it ;)

I saw your allstars and skinny jeans
Make their way across the lot
When you pulled in late
Was I too late or you
I'm still trying to decide who's the bigger
**** up

Can I get a picture tonight?

I watch the wind tousle it
Like I used to want to
I saw your varsity jacket
Covering your 'Cry merch' shirt
I caught you later too
Staring at me from across the room

I don't what to hurt you

You snap at me more lately
I hope they all gave you hell
I hate you're perfect hair
I hate you're crystal eyes
I hate that I still care about you
I hate that I can't take back what I gave you
For the insecure boy with the Ray Ban frames.

Did you notice that I was right next to you the whole way?
Or did you never turning your head right happen to be coincidence.
I hate that I weigh more than you still.
Feb 2015 · 667
Arrowhead
WickedHope Feb 2015
~My heart is your inkwell
It will beat for you alone
Until you write it off
And the ink dries
~
Fall apart against me.
- - -
For no one imparticular.
Feb 2015 · 913
If I Were An Egg
WickedHope Feb 2015
If I were a coloring book,
*          would you color in the lines?

If I were water,
          would you let me be still?

If I were wooden,
          would you light me on fire?

If I were an egg,
          would you crack me, boil me?

If I were a string,
          would you tangle me, knot me?

If I were lava,
          would you try to swim?
Check out Victor's impromptu response poem here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1074861/if-you-were-an-egg/
Feb 2015 · 590
Ask My "Polaris"
WickedHope Feb 2015
Shh, shh, shh,
Shut down.

Ask him how well
It worked out
When we broke up,
Then he wanted me back.

How he showed up crying.
He's the only other one
I've ever called my Polaris,
And he called me his Firefly.

Late nights in my basement,
Giggling quiet because
My parents didn't know.

Ask him about
When I chose him
Over my Bird,
And he felt like air.

Ask him about
When he took it
Too far,
And why I don't wear
Miniskirts anymore.

Ask him about Valentines,
And why his new girlfriend
Hates me.

Ask him
What I'm like
When I lose
Predictability...
I miss playing games.
Welcome back old me.
Feb 2015 · 544
Dual/Duel
WickedHope Feb 2015
One half wants air
The other to drown
One remembers joy
The other only frowns

Split and torn
By love and hate
Tempting time
And teasing fate

One must win
And one must lose
I hate to say
But you must choose
Feb 2015 · 401
Lines. (10w)
WickedHope Feb 2015
The hands that hurt me,
Also fail me.

My hands.
I feel trapped. I hate this. Why does this always happen to me?
Feb 2015 · 324
Rainbow Taste (10w)
WickedHope Feb 2015
Colors pour into my eyes
And I leak out personality
Fakeness. :)
For mother
Feb 2015 · 963
Drowsy Eyes Shut Tonight
WickedHope Feb 2015
She falls asleep

The drops hitting the floor
Her tears
And her blood
Dripping along her skin

She falls asleep

The pill bottle crashing down
Her collapsing
After on the floor
Body colliding with the ground

She falls asleep
Feb 2015 · 356
Chipped Away (10w)
WickedHope Feb 2015
breaking

is addicting

once you start

you never

s  t  o  p


breaking
Current mood: crying.
Feb 2015 · 726
Verba
WickedHope Feb 2015
Scrape the safety out of my eyes
Let the tears wallow, watch me cry
She saw my wrists and laughed at me
I've "cursed myself" is what she believes

She never understood
My favorite type of art
Tells me it's evil work
And I'm breaking her heart

Ancient tongue we no longer speak
Upon my skin in chants to preach
Simple font in words concrete
I write about the things I've seen
Sooo much inability to form coherent thoughts. Sorry my writing ***** guys.
WickedHope Feb 2015
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet
You waged war
When all I wanted was peace
Let's explode
Paint all over our bodies like canvases
I promised to paint you
And you promised me pianos and voices
Loudly roaring and softly muttering
I'm tired of all these promises to never lie
Never hurt me
You can't guarantee your future
Sure as hell not mine
So now that your skin
Bleeds purple and green
From my brush and needle
Are you ready
To believe me
Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through
For it was all you
You waged war
Artists.
INFJ & ISFP.
It's about **** time, Andrew
Feb 2015 · 2.4k
Sad Songs And Age Old Misery
WickedHope Feb 2015
Play me a sad tune
And I'll sing to you
Play me a sad tune
And I'll dance to you*

You played me
A song about
A boy who loved
And was broken

The girl he'd die for
Toyed with him when
Her boyfriend was busy
And he treasured their time

The girl who promised to love him
Who made him smile and laugh
Even though she was shy and scared
He forgot to an undaunted charmer

But all she did was wait for
Him to fall
And she never helped to
Pick him up

The shy girl waited
And picked him up
Spent the summer
Trying to remind him

Remember April
And the I love yous
You stopped saying back
And never told me why

Remember both of us
Completely awkward
How hard I tried
To get your blue eyes

I just wanted you
To look at me
The way you promised
The way you used to

September even
I'd sneak up to see you
I threw away everything
For you

Now I know
That your blushes and laughs
Were you shyly embarrassed
Not shyly in love

Now I know
That the girl you loved
Cut you off to better everyone
You lost something different

Now I know
That you weren't heartbroken
You were lonely
With no one left but me to lust over
******* and your social anxiety.
**** me and mine.

You got me into so many amazing sad artists and songs,
you make me want to hate music.
.
Feb 2015 · 791
Warning Label
WickedHope Feb 2015
Mine got ripped off
All that remains
Is one word

CAUTION:
Feb 2015 · 462
I just want to run
WickedHope Feb 2015
I claw at my skin                                                                                                  
and the black leaks out                                                                        
and I watch it snake                                                        
down from my throat                                  
and over my chest                    
until the streams  
                eventually pool
                       at my feet

                                My mind cries
         out echoing
between my ears
until it spills                      
out through my eyes                    

I am in an ocean                          
  dark and grey                

The black      
of my heart                
swirling around                      
the salt                                                
from my eyes                                                    
I can't escape                                                                    
the current I've                                                                                
trapped myself in                                                                                    

And I drown
WickedHope Feb 2015
I have a flower
Blooming
It started blue
But as it grows
It's petals are yellow
Brightly framing
The purple
And pink core

The gardener
He planted it there
On my thigh
And my mother wonders why I don't like to garden with her...
WickedHope Feb 2015
The sky bleeds into my hair
Sunset leaks into my eyes
In this moment I look changed
He asked me to stay in this
Moment with so many words
Where my hair is more gold
My eyes are caramel not black
And my smile shines bright
But I let the sun slip down past
The horizon because I was
Afraid so he left for his future
While I stayed drowning in
Our past now I don't want to let
It slip away this time,
                                      *into the snow...
Your twentieth birthday is soon
and I'm no longer your favorite one to lie to.
WickedHope Feb 2015
HOW DARE YOU YOU *******
WHO ARE YOU TO HAVE FEELINGS

He likes to pull out his heart from time time to time
He looks at it and weeps as it beats silent and the world turns
He kicks me when I'm down leaving calico purple patches
He tries to rip apart the one who brought him here
But for us both he mostly settles for the words
He doesn't care until we wrestle his heart out of him
Then he ******* cries like he's sensitive

GROW THE HELL UP
THE REST OF US HAVE

The Trial Run is trying to separate herself from the intoxications
brought by men but stumbles down the sidewalk home...
I stopped pounding my words into his back because
he doesn't have time to be broken by me anymore...
The Elder creates his faux world because
everyone but me has exiled him out of the real one...
The Proper splits and I watch it happen to him as it happened to me,
still happens, angels and demons we hide inside...
The Child runs after the **** ups seeing rainbows
but devoid of color because he think's that's what age means...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6GIGL0K1UI
I want to talk to Andrew... (Mr Class of 2013, not Rhymes with Purple)
Feb 2015 · 618
Penmanship (10w)
WickedHope Feb 2015
the icicles drip your name into the snow                      
                                                       you're *beautiful
^.^
Feb 2015 · 691
Blood Bond
WickedHope Feb 2015
Burn my throat as I swallow the same air
Here we are choking on laughter that's grown stale
Don't let me cry out -- no -- don't let me cry out
Apart from this madness perhaps we'll find clarity
Rip off my arms and keep them for your lonesome self
How much good do empty words do us anyway
When you wake up remember I'm done waiting
Poison I've injected into your eyes and hands
Hopefully you can stay subdued and ignorant
You'll miss the parts where I'm on the floor
Gasping for air and nearly lifeless as I'm convulsing
We can smile about the times we bled into each other
Call me when you're drunk and willing to talk.
WickedHope Feb 2015
Cut away at my throat
You don't even know how deep the hatred runs in your veins
Sacrifice me in your diseased logic that traps your mind
Body and spirit broken beyond repair
You've always had a good heart
Please shut your mouth and still your hands

Summer will be here and we have to be perfect
I have to let my scars fade again
So at the beach you can prop me up as your rag doll
I just want to be invisible
All but one, I don't want to see me any longer
Faking functionality so that you can keep your pride

I just want to diverge and break off
Disappear to "where no one knows my name"
Well, all but one, the only one
Started of for one person, but by the third line I switched it.
Guess I'm still not okay again then. Awesome.
- - -
Symphonic covers of songs help me breathe... kinda
WickedHope Feb 2015
I tried to paint nothing today
but the blood dried too fast

I can't see clearly
the sun washed away the rain

Now the ravine is too deep
and I can't swim
WickedHope Jan 2015
They've all gone
Introverts dream
I'm just sitting
With my eyes
Wide shut in the
Corner of this room
With my music
Blaring through
My speakers with
The wailing washing
Right through me


I am half beauty
And half beast
You deserve the best
Pieces of me, but
I was grown bent
Trying to reach the
Sun shining in
The far distance
But choked out
By all the weeds

I want to promise
I'll never hurt you
But I can't tell
You such cruel lies
I'm going to break
You apart without
Meaning to if
You let me stick
Around too long

Yet if you decide
To keep me anyway
I will clean your
Wounds made by
The world and I
Kiss them until
My lips crack and bleed
If you let me stay
I will make it worth
The times I am a
Destructive hurricane
By being your warm
Spring breeze



The music is me
I had to channel it
For so many years
Sometimes it feels
Like it's the only way
For me to understand
                                                    Myself
The Poet by SayWeCanFly came on, it prompted the middle stanzas.
Harmonicas <3 (more like music in general, tbh)

(Last stanza is making a reference to me being a dancer, for clarity)
Jan 2015 · 758
My life in 5 words:
WickedHope Jan 2015
I haven't eaten in two days,
Barely sleep at night
And now I'm crying
Crying and I want to *****

~ ~ ~

I love you without end
No point of cease
You're everything
That I will ever need
I'm already upset about my grandfather, mother, and my Bird.
Now I'm fighting the anxiety induced urge to retch.
Jan 2015 · 564
Unrecognizable, Unlovable
WickedHope Jan 2015
How long is a day?
It's a second and forever.
Just say the word,
And I'd die for you.

How am I capable of love?
I don't know anymore.
I look like old, tattered rags,
Inside and out.

My heart is missing pieces
I gave away,
And no one ever returned
Or replaced.
Riddled with holes,
It's not even recognizable.

I honestly don't know
Why you would want
Something so broken;
Why you would want me.
Words. I choke on them repeatedly.
Jan 2015 · 776
01.29.15
WickedHope Jan 2015
I play with fire
I drown in rain
I scream please help me
Someone take this pain
"People I care about need to stop dying," says the suicidal one.
.
Jan 2015 · 19.9k
Prom
WickedHope Jan 2015
My dress, my dress
Girls gabbing about Prom
The almighty Prom
It's all any of you talk about
December to May
What dress to buy
What hair to have
But all I can think about is him
And how I'd love
To have our own
Prom, a private prom
And just be with him
This is **** and I don't care. (Yes I do... :/ )

17 weeks away and I'm already sick of the Prom talk. Ugh.
I just want to see him.
WickedHope Jan 2015
You hurt me most
When you hurt yourself
I understand how
When you feel pain
It can seem like
The only solution
But I want to fix you
Put you together
Hold you still, for
Every insult
You mutter to yourself
Feels as if
You screamed it at me
Every meal
That you skip
Makes me
Want to purge
Every cut
You give your self
Is a ****** tear
At my heart
The pain you put yourself through
Is not just a punishment for you
It ruins me
Inside
So I have to share in
Your pain
That has become
Mine
Remembering Sunday by All Time Low just came on, and I hate the memories tied to it. Hate them.
- - -
The title and note have no relevance to the subject matter of the poem itself.
- - -
Jan 2015 · 322
Powder
WickedHope Jan 2015
The sky is blue
And I am hiding

The bright
The excitement
I'm too ordinary
For such things
I have a song stuck in my head. Two actually.
Jan 2015 · 214
Poetry is not enough...
WickedHope Jan 2015
There are too many emotions
and words to put to paper it seems.
He consumes all of my thoughts
and fills all of my dreams.

I feel completely inadequate,
hopeless, trying to put into words
my heart beats, the notes my soul sings,
it feels absurd.

I want to write him something to
make his day, make him smile;
show him he makes me feel
something I haven't in a while.
Jan 2015 · 1.4k
Snowfall ❄
WickedHope Jan 2015
You are my snow
White reaching me
In my winter
Beautiful falling
Touching me all over
But you are the one
Melting me
My thoughts of you
Abundant as these
Crystalline flakes
All about me
Filling my heart
People move past you
Everyday ignoring
While I crouch
And hold your pieces
Up to my heart
Beating in my chest
Warmed by the chill
You are my frost
Coating me
Making me numb
Yet feel so deeply
Covered in your
Glistening in the
Sunshine
Moonlight
Daytime
Dark night
You are my snow
Reaching far to me
In my winter
I love you.
Now that I've said it, I won't stop:
❄ I love you.
WickedHope Jan 2015
I've actually just begun to confess
To my loved ones about
The one I desire to marry

I fell in love long ago
He is my love, my life
The world sees my love for
Him
As a joke, but I don't

I think I want to marry
Him
I went to see
Him
Today I stayed in his house

I've decided to give up my life for
Him
To see if this is meant to be
Totally not about what you think it's about.
But hopefully it works.
- - -
Jan 2015 · 389
I'll be back (Not a poem)
WickedHope Jan 2015
I am going through some highly personal things right now, so I'll be gone from the site for a bit and I'll have to be far less active than I've been. I'll still try to get to all of your poems and messages when I can.
You're all so lovely,
WickedHope
Jan 2015 · 3.6k
Lost or Locksmith
WickedHope Jan 2015
Lock and key
I have such rotten luck
I try the wrong key
And the lock gets jammed

Lock and key
Was the first ever
Sarah Dessen
Book that I read

Lock and key
One acts as a protector
The other one
Plays the part of saviour

Lock and key
I'm not quite sure
Which is you
And which is me
I-I don't know.
About a thing, for a person, blah blah blah, I hate breathing, the end.
WickedHope Jan 2015
I want to
dote and decorate
you
with kisses,
love.
I wish I could, you know.
I keep falling faster, and I'm sorry.
Jan 2015 · 517
I'm not safe.
WickedHope Jan 2015
"Stay safe,
Stay safe,"
You beg of me.
I wish to comply,
But I can only cry,
"Don't you see?"*
I can't control
Or guarantee
My thoughts,
My safety.
You tell me that
You don't want me
Hurt,
You don't want me
Gone...
But I'm charred, burnt.
Wrong.
Jan 2015 · 412
Mock Princess
WickedHope Jan 2015
My skin is so white
Sickly pale
For I am not Snow White


My lips are ruby red
Coated in blood
For I am not Snow White


My head with dark curls
Thoughts not hair
For I am not Snow White


My kindness to animals*
People shun me*
For I am not Snow White
An idea that fell apart when I tried to write it, oh well.
WickedHope Jan 2015
I started having dreams
again, I hate dreams,
they are a mockery
of my reality.
But once I decide something,
as indecisive as I am, I
don't get derailed easily.
I suppose my dreams know
I'm hooked, and that's
why they've returned.
I wake up empty
because I hate fake, and
that's all the dreams are.
I open my eyes
and they water with longing,
as they're fueled by desire
that leaves me ever wanting
when I wake. People tell me
I should practice restraint, stop
wearing my heart on my sleeve.
They're right, I know.
I have a brutal habit of leaving
pain in my wake and with me
everywhere heartbreak I take.
I barely sleep as it is,
now I'm afraid to. I'm afraid
of the dreams
and what I want
because for two people
to want the same thing...
well that never quite happens
with me.

~

I've had my heart broken so many times,
I think maybe I just like to see myself hurt.
In response to a certain poem I read earlier.
- - -
Courting is way more romantic than dating. The only guy I've ever courted rather than date, I broke up with for terrible reasons a while back. One of the biggest mistakes of my life thus far. The only guy who ever truly loved me for all the right reasons. I'm sorry KB. I'm sorry I let her get to me, my little Bird. Happy Birthday, I'll always love you.
WickedHope Jan 2015
I keep forgetting why I'm a bad idea

I'll leave you alone
Best person I've ever had the privileged of knowing.
I'm sorry we broke each others hearts.
Happy adulthood to you.
Jan 2015 · 562
1st Period
WickedHope Jan 2015
They tell me I'm ugly

She says I look ridiculous

They tell me I'm fat

She says go **** yourself



As if I don't know

As if I don't want to
Forgot how much I missed school.
Jan 2015 · 509
Pinned
WickedHope Jan 2015
My back with a two degree spinal curve is not quite flat against the wall
My tall but not tall enough height puts me just below your six-one chin
My small, pianist hands are easily held to the side by just one of yours
My dancers legs refuse to part but that's not what you're here for
My long neck is the target as you stand amid the congret I long to fade into
Jan 2015 · 504
Escape Routes?
WickedHope Jan 2015
Please someone come hold me
It's cold here, I'm lonely
Trapped in this house
Please just get me out
I literally might run away from here...
I can't take it anymore,
but I have nowhere to go.
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