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860 · May 2015
In Between
WickedHope May 2015
I am the in between
The middle
The line
The bridge
The limbo
The paleness
The fence
The open
The link
The connection
The break
I am the in between

The first to be forgotten
The last to be seen
Wrote a few on this thought today.
859 · Sep 2014
Conflicted Emotions
WickedHope Sep 2014
It's hard to hate someone
When they are so nice.
I hate her because you love her...
But she's so **** sweet.
WickedHope Oct 2015
I never asked you                                                              ­                
To look at me                                
To care                                
To try                    
To listen    
              To make me
                       Fall in love
With you                                                              ­            

*There were a lot of things                        
            I never asked you
Not that you ever answered the ones I did ask,
Andrew.
855 · Sep 2014
Will You Pick Up?
WickedHope Sep 2014
If I call you in tears three hours from now?
3 in the morning phone call?
848 · Oct 2014
Not Up To Par
WickedHope Oct 2014
she walks
into the bathroom
and is met with stares
as gossip ceases
and the amount of
***** looks increases
it shouldn't bother her
but it does

too ugly
*****
too fat
idiot
too misshapen
freak
too broken

they can see her
and she isn't up to par
so she goes home
and gives herself
yet another scar
*******.
WickedHope Mar 2015
The loneliness set in
When I couldn't fall asleep
I had grown accustomed to
Steadying my mind
With thoughts of you

I laid awake
wandering my conscious
Dragging myself away from you
No, not dragging, walking

Away from something
I once needed
But can no longer stand
No longer rest my head on
When the loneliness sets in
Still have writers block. Whhhyyyyyyyy...
(Slams head to keys in frustration.)
- - -
Kinda in that I-really-wish-I-was-dead-right-now mood.
838 · Nov 2014
Would You Follow Me
WickedHope Nov 2014
If you know me,
      You know
           I walk away a lot.
                Not to find my own path,
          Not always,
     Sometimes I leave because*
I want to be followed*.
838 · Oct 2014
What Do You Want
WickedHope Oct 2014
what do you want
from me
i can't see
your goal
whatever i do
i can't gauge your
reaction
do you
enjoy this
are you amused
confused
like me
disturbed
unperturbed
what do you want
from me
i'll give it
i'll be it
just tell me
WickedHope Jun 2015
Somehow
I ended up
With ink on my skin
Blue in my hair
Scrapes up my arms and down my legs
Blurting obscure quotes
My eyes painted black
My smile real
Authenticity at its finest
A diploma on my wall
At last
Somehow
I ended it
Strong
I want to thank my graduating class for making my life hell but also making it worth living.
Thank you all, undaunted evermore~
WickedHope Dec 2014
FAILURE.** NO GOOD. NOTHING. WORTHLESS.
LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHING. WOR
THLESS. LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHIN
G. WORTH
LESS. LOSE
R. FAILURE.
NO GOOD.
NOTHING. WORTHLESS. LOSE
R. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTH
ING. WORTHLESS. LOSER. FAIL
URE.
NO G
OOD. NOT
HING. WO
RTHLESS. L
OSER. FAIL
URE.
NO G
OOD. NOT
HING. WO
RTHLESS.
Failure.
WickedHope Nov 2021
I've never cried in front of you
Because I thought you needed to see me be strong
But that was a mistake

You forgot I have feelings
You forgot I am fragile
So so fragile
So so breakable
You can break anything if you try hard enough

But I let you think I was composed
All this time
I hoped it would give you strength
All this time
I hoped it would give you freedom to grow
I now see my flaw
I have always played pretend a little too well

My best lies were always the ones I never spoke
You believed my silence meant I was well constructed
I wonder if I'll ever be able to make you see
That the exposed and crumbling foundations cancered by mold and rot
Are not a trick nor a lie

I wonder if you'll ever start to believe me
When I repeat that you were always the good one
You were always the good one
You're the good one
You're good
JJ let me know if you ever see this
Cause I'm pretty sure you ******* hate me
Which is fine
But I've always loved you
WickedHope Dec 2017
I choke and I panic
Because you can't love me
I claw at the windows of my soul hoping to break one
This stagnant air is suffocating
My prayers are that you aren't the tornado I fear you to be
******* up the remaining parts of me
Spin me around and spit me out
This is what attention is about
No validation
Only violation
Imploding expectations of the girl advertised
She is not the same as the prisoner inside
You can't love me, self
You never will
Thoughts. Late night. Impulsive write.
830 · Jul 2015
I loved you on day one.
WickedHope Jul 2015
I have to write the things I can't tell you
It's been driving me insane
You treat me like I'm your sister
And you probably think I'm a pain
But thirteen years is too long to scribble your last name in note books
Play pretend with dolls
Daydream about a wedding that will never be reality
It's so unfortunate don't you think
I choose the wrong guys
You choose the wrong girls
They say I don't want to ruin what I have
I say I don't want to lose what could be
But how do I confess my love
To my life-long "buddy"
Yup.
~ ~ ~
Found this in my drafts.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Do you see me,
right here in front of you?

I'm the girl who's not even 115 pounds
but wants to lose twenty.
I'm the girl wearing pale-pink lipstick Monday
and black by Saturday.
I'm the girl who hates how I look in my glasses
but hides behind the glass and frames.
I'm the girl constantly creating picassos on my arms
and books in my mind.
I'm the girl who is constantly daydreaming
because she never sleeps.

I'm waiting on you
Do you see me?
Titles are pointless it seems.
- - -
Stuck in my head:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QS-mKQWOZI
WickedHope Jan 2015
I don't know how to cover the miles,
Hell, I don't even quite know how I feel,
But I know that tonight we're both alone.
I wish I could just hold your hand,
Hold you close and tell you, "I'm here."
Physically transcending the miles between
Seems impossible for you and me.
How do you hold broken bones together;
How do you dig one grave in two places?
We're buried under the rubble together,
But I can't grab on to you darling.
How can we keep each other from sinking?
We can't even sink with one another.
I just want to be able to kiss your cheek,
And show you I'm real and here for you,
But I don't know how to cover the miles...
Hell, I don't even quite know how I feel.
I just want us to stop having to be alone.
(As friends or otherwise.)
828 · Sep 2014
Life Cycle
WickedHope Sep 2014
I was doing so well,

Really.

Watching my butterfly fly and fade away...

Until the empty, lonely urge couldn't be helped,

And I watched my butterfly die...
Rhymes With Purple, it was yours.
WickedHope Aug 2021
Why are you always like a knife to the gut
I still dont know what you wanted from me
Or what you want from me
Was it a game
Was it fate
Was it a dream
For me it's a nightmare I can't wake up from
Don't look at me
Don't talk to me
Don't touch me
Please touch me
I'm addicted to the way you touch me
But you always left too soon for it to be casual
I still don't know who played who
But some days I wonder
When you left me behind
What if I had followed you
I still don't understand any of it but you never answer my questions anyway
827 · Sep 2015
Skin Tight. Now Don't.
WickedHope Sep 2015
Yesterday doesn't matter
Just love me tomorrow
So today won't hurt
Hello. It's the return of my short little nothings.
Please ignore, and enjoy your day. Thank you.
- - -
I have a song stuck in my head, please take it away.
826 · Nov 2014
I Want Black
WickedHope Nov 2014
I just want to get drunk
I just want to drive to his house
I just want to use him one more time
I just want to make really bad decisions
I just want to get so ******* high
I just want to forget
forget
forget
everything
everyone
me
I just want to do something stupid again
and not care
I just want to take off all my clothes
I just want to jump in the river
off that rock covered in ashes
I just want to go under the water
and never come back up
I'm going to work my way down the list.
826 · Nov 2014
A Piece Called "Black"
WickedHope Nov 2014
please don't forget to remember me hunny
when I am gone and can't hurt anymore
when I at last go and my blood can no longer flow
I'm so empty I'm amazed I can bleed
let me fade, fade away now
just stop breathing
I'm so hurt, afraid of everyone leaving
let me laugh, laugh hard
like it's the only thing I have left
because this moment -- this is it
and I'll be ****** if I let it go
if I let my sorrow show
so I'll pretend enough to
make them believe
this is me
this is me
or at least who I was, back when I was happy
I found this in my purse today. I think I wrote it sometime last week? ...Maybe?
It was scribbled out on some folded paper, and it's title was "black."
Though I can't remember why I picked that...
WickedHope Mar 2015
I can't even say          
                                                   ­                        you hurt me
with confidence.          

It feel like this so         
often I've begun          
to wonder if          
                                                    ­                         I do this to myself...

I want to cuss you         
out of my thoughts but         
                                                                ­            I only sink further
into them.          

So I'll pretend it's fine --           
I'm fine -- while          
                                                 ­                             I'm crying my eyes out,
because I don't even think         
                                                                ­             I can blame you.
Crying. Hating.
**** me.
823 · Aug 2015
Wild Flowers
WickedHope Aug 2015
We were walking through the field,
staring out at Boston.
I was choking on the whisper
of a memory of another here.

I gathered two wild flowers
and I showed them to you:
the familar
          Queen Anne's Lace has always been my favorite,
and the new
          I don't know what this one's called,
          but it's purple and pretty.
          They're both so lovely together.


I don't think you understood that
I was talking about us.
Hello.
822 · Oct 2014
Go To Bed, Or End Up Dead?
WickedHope Oct 2014
I'm bleeding and breaking,
and look at me shaking.
Funny how triggering
the seemingly benign can be.
For once I had a good day,
why must it end this way?

Oh, you stupid insomniac...
Staying awake all night only
makes me feel more lonely.

Everyone is sleeping
while my heart
I stop from beating~
I stay awake and let my thoughts echo
until they're all that's left of me.
WickedHope Aug 2021
I am so sick
Of these people saying I'm too much
Of those people saying I'm not enough
Just let me be
Prudish *****
Slutty bore
Perky punk
Failed monk
Does it really matter to you
Being myself
Doesn't require your permission
Before you call me a fake
Consider the lies that you make
Hoping to save face
Keep your face
Keep your slow rotting corpse
I'd rather preserve my soul
Rant cause **** people.

I love when I **** myself over and get sick. Good times.
822 · Oct 2014
I Fucked Up
WickedHope Oct 2014
Like always
Not really a poem.

Why do I have to ruin every ******* **** thing?
820 · Aug 2021
Dead Things Don't Die
WickedHope Aug 2021
At times I feel like I stole something
             If you rotted
If you have laid yourself into the earth
             Just know that
You made my soil far richer than I could have
             You are the reason I bloomed
Gavin,
I have not forgotten.
WickedHope Apr 2015
Who is she
What is she like
She is dark
They call her consumer of hearts
She lives like a chess game
She doesn't mean to
But every move she makes
She cruelly calculates
She loves the games she plays
But I think it's because
That's the only way she knows
How to trust
How to not get hurt
She pulls on heart strings
And she tugs at synapses
Biting free connections

She sinks her teeth into their souls
She watches what color they bleed
Delightedly she tears them apart

Her heart is gone
She can't remember if it was taken
Or if it was simply one of her own victims
I deserve to die.
815 · Dec 2014
Midnight Mass
WickedHope Dec 2014
Will I see you tonight
by the candle light,
where within the pews
I did pray with you?

Will you make time for me
in this winter heat,
or will I be with the breeze
left out to freeze?
I'm just going to post this, because... yeah.
814 · Dec 2014
*[Blank] Is Typing*
WickedHope Dec 2014
Left waiting for you to type
Wondering what you thought of my words
Wishing I could hear your voice, stare into your eyes
Knowing you're not thinking about me
That I'm the last thing on your mind
But I'm afraid to miss you
I'm too attached
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
Don't be mad at me when I lie to you
Tell you I'm okay
The days that are bad are the days that I'm smiling
******* laughing at my blood
Stab me, stop being kind
Only spend time with people who hurt me
Use me, hit me, pick me apart, crush me
Don't ask me what I ate or if I drank
Don't be mad at me when I lie to you
Laugh you off, flip my hair
Don't let the pretty colors fool you
I'm not the church girl you think I am
Don't let the brains fool you
I'm not the try hard you think I am
Don't let the smiles fool you
I don't have a cure
Don't be mad at me when I lie to you
And tell you I'm fine
You don't care, you can't care, I'll hurt you, just forget about me, you know it's easy, I always fade away from memory, it's one of my few ****** up talents.
For a friend who was concerned today; don't be.
I'm fine, after all, that's all you need know.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Who am I to tell myself what I am?
To think I can evaluate my life is a lie;
I'm not even sure I am real.
Talking myself up will only lead me to fail.

To think I can evaluate my life is a lie.
Protecting my skin will surely lead me to break,
Talking myself up will only lead me to fail.
Dying is the only way to live.

Protecting my skin will surely lead me to break --
I am not worth the wasted efforts of vitality.
Dying is the only way to live.
If everything is vanity, why not be nothing?

Who am I to tell myself what I am?
I am not worth the wasted efforts of vitality.
If everything is vanity, why not be nothing?
I'm not even sure I am real...
It doesn't rhyme because I can't do that.
I tried.
I failed... if you've read my bio, you know what comes next.
812 · Dec 2014
Begging You (/ Death Wish)
WickedHope Dec 2014
please come talk to me
i need to hear something besides the voices in my head

please come hold me
i havent been held in a very very long time

please come stop me
i dont think i can do it myself this time

*. . .
me right now is a very deadly thing
and im not really seeing the point
809 · Dec 2014
Let Me
WickedHope Dec 2014
Let me put my hands in your hair, and feel your mouth on mine.
Let me sigh with pleasure, when we've only just begun.
Let me take off your tie, unbutton your shirt.
Let me lick your skin, ache with so much want I hurt.
Let me slip off my dress, drop it to the floor.
Let me straddle you, craving, needing more.
Let me in your pants, to caress you with hungry delight.
Let me consume you, *******, only the start of the night.
Let me **** on you indulging, after you eat at me.
Let me bend and break at your very touch, all for you to see.
Let me be a toy, play with me, tease and tantalize.
Let me be yours, make me moan, make me scream- let us be vulgarized.
Just a thing... :"
Started as a little fantasy in the chem lab...
I feel awkwardly exposed...
- - -
So I wrote this a while ago... like mid October-ish...  please be kind, I never post my pieces that are like this, but I was tired of fueling my depression so I was trying to find something, ya know, not about death or dying or wanting to die or hating myself... So here is this weird little thing about me lusting after a guy in the chem lab. Consider this a late **** Sunday maybe? I probably will regret this. I'm so shy.
809 · Apr 2016
Time Me.
WickedHope Apr 2016
Curvature of a smile

Glint of a blade

Gasp of pain

Sigh of relief

Drops of crimson

A calmed peace of mind
Been craving this lately...
806 · Jul 2015
Swordsmanship
WickedHope Jul 2015
I drown in sadness
I don't let go
It's my curse
The curse of strings
Tied so tightly they choke me
I can't break the bonds
No matter how I try
I am caught in a web
Of memories
Of hope
Of dreams
Of the past
Cut short
By me
I am a knife
A knife that can't cut myself loose
Only scare away
I threaten, I menace
Yet I remain bonded

I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
For the guy who introduced me to anime, the guy who sat across from me for the first time two years ago, the guy who made me feel awful about myself, the guy that made me feel stupid, the guy that made me feel better, the guy who let me take him to see an awful and cliche christian film, the guy who wore number seven, the guy I really ******* up with, the guy who opened up to me in December in a google doc when we were supposed to be doing a history project but ending up having a six or so hour conversation, the guy with the most incredible and captivating eyes (blue or other wise) I've seen to date...

Please forgive me for being lonely and stupid and dumb and inconsiderate and pushy and emotional and rude and sick. I'm tired of one of us being mad at the other, can we just be friends? I haven't been able to stop thinking about how I keep ******* everything up with you.

Please give me another chance.
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.
- - -
806 · Sep 2014
Vacant Spot
WickedHope Sep 2014
I see you without her,
Your arm limp where she used to be.
If you need someone to keep you warm,
Please let it be me.
803 · Jan 2015
Losing Our Grips
WickedHope Jan 2015
Navy blue sweater
Five buttons up
Reaches my thighs

Brush the sleeves
Graze my hand
I gasp and sigh

But you turn away
*I wish you'd stay
Will you stay?
- - -
This is an old piece. Ehhh.... it's bad.
803 · Sep 2014
Something About You
WickedHope Sep 2014
your perfect eyes
the curve of your lips
your pianist hands
and dear God, your hair

they way you keep to yourself
intentional or not
intrigues me and everyone else

i don't feel like i have to impress you
do you know how long it's been
since i wasn't at the beck and call of a him
bending breaking at his every whim

when you are tired the look in your eyes turns me on
when you are excited the look in your eyes turns me on
when you just look at me, it turns me on

you are so smart, oh so intelligent
precise, focused, driven when you need to be

you respect my wish not to be touched
though sometimes i wish you wouldn't

i love that you are awake at ungodly hours
and that you take the time to talk to me
not many do, certainly none as intoxicating as you
The first few thoughts to cross my mind when asked why
801 · Mar 2016
Loneliness (10w)
WickedHope Mar 2016
nothing feels
more alone
than being
awake
amongst
the sleeping
...
WickedHope Jan 2015
I fell for it
I fell for you again
I didn't want to
I knew I shouldn't
But I couldn't resist you
As always
Why am I so weak
To fall for the words
I know aren't anything
Not worth my time
My energy
I deleted eighty percent
Of whatever happened
From my drunken brain
My phone
But I remember
I wished you a
"Mediocre New Year"
And with your responses
I was entrapped
Ensnared
And clothes came off
Prematurely with our words
And I kept telling you
"You're a bad idea"
You wanted pictures
I'm glad my friends
Didn't let me send
Because I want love
And you want lust
Last night
I think I pretended
I wanted it too
But I don't
"I shouldn't want you"
Everyone knows you are the opposite of what I need, so why do I still bleed for you, Andrew?
799 · Dec 2014
Distorted Humor
WickedHope Dec 2014
i could feel your eyes on me as i laughed
i looked up across the room and there you were
looking straight back
you weren't wearing your glasses
and i don't know about your contacts
so i don't know how much of me you could see
even though i've shown you more than most will ever
i'm sorry for that burden
that painful privilege
i hope you could see me today
well enough to notice my hesitation before i looked back
to the source of my cheer
you are the source of confusion
my desire has been untangling itself but i fear i'll never be free
and i'll be stuck under your gaze
while you continue to not love me
It was funny.
Until I saw you,
Then I was a little sad.
My glasses don't help me see you any clearer love.
798 · Aug 2014
Hysteria
WickedHope Aug 2014
its funny how now for me,
my night is just beginning,
and you’re probably fast asleep.
i think back to that feeling
of being the only two people in the world.
its only two am,
and you are my only friend.
the emptiness always went away with you.

its funny how i never imagined
the impact one night could have on me,
the ties i’d feel,
and know that there was something real.
something with meaning,
in this meaningless nightmare i’m living.

its funny how in the here and now
i feel so far away from myself.
the numbness that you made fade,
it laughs at our friendship façade.
and all i can think is,
could i have been better off
without you in my life?
bringing me internal strife.

oh how hysterical,
oh how hysterical you have made me.
crying and laughing,
my head in my hands,
drowning away the emptiness until
i forget i ever wanted you to stay.
we are hysteria.
this is what you do to me.
don't you find it hysterical?

its funny how for me,
my night is never ending,
and you’re probably getting a sunrise.
and all i can think of is
perfect eyes,
crazy smile,
and fearless friendship.
that all came crumbling down,
and i don't even know how.
797 · Dec 2015
volatile volumes.
WickedHope Dec 2015
the silence and the noise blur into a deafening void that consumes me.
796 · Nov 2014
The Girl...
WickedHope Nov 2014
I've been the girl with straight As
I've been the girl who is lusted after
I've been the girl with a flock of followers
I've been the girl who has everything

I've been the girl failing every course
I've been the girl rejected and used
I've been the girl ostracized, the victim, the joke
I've been the girl with nothing

I'm the girl drowning in her head
I'm the girl who has stopped eating
I'm the girl playing with blades
I'm the girl that hates her own life
Becoming depressed again.
That was fun while it lasted I guess.
Sorry for the utter stupidity of this piece.
796 · Nov 2014
Thin yet?
WickedHope Nov 2014
Am I thin?
Please tell me if I am.
Am I skinny?
I'm trying to get there.
I'm dying  *for your approval.
110 pounds...
100...
90...
How far can I get before I faint?
Before I'm enough --
Not* enough?
I hate this holiday.
792 · Sep 2014
Real People
WickedHope Sep 2014
I've begun to think that everyone is an illusion
hiding behind a mask
no one seems authentic to me anymore
if everyone's a fake am I a liar too
or perhaps it's only me and not at all you
savage dogs and thirsty wolves
on each other for a ****, any ****
trying to make ourselves seem real
am I as bad as all of you
give me a smile
that fake plastic mold you've attached to your face
tell me a story
that sweet burning fiction that comes out of your mouth
you mean nothing
nothing you say
nothing you've "done"
you mean nothing
illusions walking around trying to fool each other
fakes that pretend
you never grew out of the days of imaginary friends
I don't want imaginary friends
I want us to be real people
Something I started few days ago and was finally bitter enough to finish.
Sort of rant-ish. Oops
WickedHope Sep 2015
"Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain"
    Of trying to hold onto a heart wrapped in barbed wire

My own heart pounding in my throat
I simply cannot let go
As the days turn to weeks
And the earth freezes over
I bleed out into the snow

      *The crimson crystals as intense as
      The fresh sting of pain
      That has been with me as long as I can remember


I am a love-drunk and depleted decay
Wide eyed, still aflame
Shredded like strips of paper that blow in the wind
Yet I fall apart only to keep close
Bleeding out, I am made all the more numb
By the promise of what lies just beyond
Inspired by Shawn Mendes' song Stitches
(... Which I am utterly addicted to at the moment)
*Also, first line is actually from that song.

Another long title...
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