Longing gazes during science.
'Accidental' phone calls at midnight.
The way that forest green compliments you skin.

Your strong arms,
Your soft hair,
Your kind eyes,
Your beautiful smile.

Though we've known of each other for years,
I can't say I've ever really known you.

But I want to, I've always wanted to.

I've always felt this way.

Thought I'd grow out of it...
Guess not.

It makes me half-way-cringe to say it,
But I'm not really good at much...

The little girl who could be whatever she wanted. Where did she go, where did she go?

I thought I knew more.
I thought I knew for sure.
I thought I’d find you at my door.
But no.
Life’s not that perfect
Hell no.
I thought wrong.

I thought you were the one.
Or at least a step nearer.
You blinded me but now,
My vision is clearer.

I know what I was to you.
I’ve figured you out.
So like me or not,
I’m gone.

A good walking partner.
A good secret keeper.
A good food taster.
A good kiss giver.
A good listener.
A good cleaner.
A good friend.
A good dog.

Kiss my grandfather’s picture,
Turn out the light,
The tears begin to fall,
12, the clock strikes.
Goodnight.
…..Yeah right.

If everything's so 'great,'
Then why aren't I happy?
If it's all 'sorted out,'
Then why is there still so much to be done?

Trapped inside of something that you built to help yourself. Something so good that soon goes so bad. Like a sweet candy that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. The ones we thought we loved, we grew to hate. The ones who we went to became the ones to avoid. In this strange place called the 'real world' there's no telling what could happen next.
And suddenly, I want to go back. Back to the days of juice boxes, and building blocks. Back to when the biggest challenge was coloring in the lines.
But it's a vicious cycle.
All we wanted then was to grow up, and now all I want is to go back.
But we can't.

The things we take for granted,
a gunshot away from being gone.

I like him.
He likes her.
Happily ever after,
But I get burned.

6 strings,
Endless possibilities.
Happiness.

Good for you...
Good for him, too...
Not good for me,
But that's okay...
It's not like my feelings ever mattered.
Go,
Have fun.
At least one of us can be happy...

You've ruined blue eyes,

For when I gaze into his,

I'm still seeing you.

But when she looks into his eyes, everyone disappears and the world stops spinning.

For a split second his hand brushes hers. Suddenly she is torn from the crust of the Earth.

The are flying high above,
They are shooting stars.

And when their lips meet,
They are infinite.

Blocking out the world,
Drowning the emptiness in my chest.

My heart says yes,
My head says no.
My head says stop,
My heart says go.
I know who you want.
I know it's not me.
So what the hell,
Do I think I see?
It makes no sense,
And my head says no.
My heart says yes,
Don't know where to go.

All these poems about love,
And kissing,
And falling for someone.

It seems as if I only write poems of heartbreak.

You call me up.
It's like a broken record.
You say that your heart hurts,
Cause you can't get over him getting over you.

This isn't fair.
You use to call me your caterpillar.
But I've grown up, so let me fly.

I don't sleep at night.
I'm stuck on a one way street to failure,
And I stay up wondering, how can I turn this around?

*How can I turn this around.

He loves her. He loves her. The words sting. All of the gifts. Everywhere we went. Everything we did. It meant nothing to him. He loves her. He loves her. I don't want to be jealous and I refuse to say it. I can't. Maybe I'm just upset that its really over. I haven't seen him in so long. Even if I do, he loves her.

Breathe. It's over.
Completly, 100% over.
When he looks at you he sees nothing but human. Nothing...
Anymore...



Maybe...



He loves her.
She loves him,
*But so do I?

You.
You bring me so much happiness.
I smile when you glance at me.
I smile when I dream about what we could've had.

You.
You bring me so much pain.
I hate it when I glance at you.
I dream about what we don't have.


I love you
I hate you
I love you,
I love you



He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not.
*He loves me not.

And all I can do is think about you.
AlI can do is dream.
All of the calls, that I didn’t let through.
And all that I say, I don’t mean.

Living in a bubble.
Unaware.
Laughing at everything,
Singing every chance she gets.
Handles things nicely,
But cracks under pressure.
Loves music.
But usually she's her own audience.
No one believes in her,
For her dreams aren't easy to reach.
She's not the best.
She's not the worst.
She isn't right.
She isn't wrong.
She isn't pretty.
She isn't ugly.
She's more than meets the eye.
She's concussion prone,
And she likes to run.
She couldn't cook if her life depended on it.
Fear doesn't knock her down,
But it shakes her.
She hasn't a clue what to do,
If accidents occur,
But she is me,
And I am her.

Surrounded by family and friends.
Nothing to do,
Nowhere to go,
Peace.

Breathe
The weekly suffocation is over...
Well not over,
But paused.

Breathe
Savor it,
Enjoy it.
In a week and a half,
My everyday craziness will resume.

But for now,
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

My whole world was falling apart.
Homework,
Theater,
Track...
Everything.

Then he smiled,
And for a second,
It was all okay.

Hi people!
This isn't a poem, it's actually just a message that I wanted to post to ask a favor of a few of you. This website has provided a place for me to voice my opinion, organize my thoughts, and has given me listeners for my two-in-the-morning rants. All of you guys are great and I'm so happy that I decided to join. Anyways.... For my language arts class, we are doing a project about poetry where we have to find, as well as write poetry. I wanted to include writing from here because I feel like you guys are real people who I can communicate with and more importantly, relate to. Please comment if you would be okay with me including your poetry in my project. Also, another piece to the project must include a bio of the writer, so if I do use one of yours, I'm going to need a short little paragraph about you, doesn't have to be too detailed, just what you do, what you enjoy ect. So yeah... that's it. Hope to hear back from you!

Thanks so much,
AMT

I can't seem to find words to describe how I feel anymore. I just can't do it any longer. All they do is want and ask, but I've got nothing left to give.

Just when all hope is gone,
Things just seem to move along.
From the long descent,
Waking from my hibernation.

It's not a big deal unless you make it one.
You can get out of things if you pack up and run.
But just cause you're gone doesn't mean this is done.

This love is like a game of  hide and seek,
Except you're always
Hiding,
And I can never find













                                                   ­                         *you.

All of this energy,
Makes me want to pop,
People say give up,
But I'm not going to stop,
Because I dream about you,
Almost 24/7.
And your beautiful smile,
Is my personal heaven.

You've got me addicted to your scent,
Breathe you in 'till I feel content.
Craving the feeling of your lips against mine,
Obsessed with the feeling of our hands intertwined.

I know where to go,
I know what to do,
But I don't know if I would,
And I don't know how.

And I want to say it's okay,
To make things like they used to be.
But the damage has been done.
Once again,
Here I am:
Hurt...
As usual.

I'm a time bomb,
But I don't know when I'll explode.
I could tell you everything,
And you'd never truly know.

I'm the secrets I'll always keep.
I'm the gap between my teeth.
I'm the branch that's always out of place.
I'm the purple eyeliner,
Running down my face.

I'm my best friend,
And my worst enemy.
I am nobody else,
Except me.

I said I’d pay.
I said I’d handle it.
All of it!
So why can’t I go?!
I’m not asking if you will,
No, I am asking if I can.

The winter months approach,
The sun has given up,
For our cold hearts freeze the light in others.

We hide indoors,
And beneath layers and layers of coats.
Blankets wrap us in the last bits of hope,
That for some odd reason,
We continue to cling to.

The floor has given up,
The walls are caving in.

The crack grows larger.

We will fall.

But surely in the spring,
We shall all bounce back,
But for now,
It's too cold outside for angels to fly.

It was stupid.
So stupid.

My whole life, I'd been hoping that this dream would come true. Through the toughest of times, I'd tell myself "It's okay, someday..."

But what am I supposed to do now?
Dreams of 'someday' lay shattered on the kitchen counter.
I want to disappear.

Shot down by those who were supposed to support me.

Never once did it cross my mind that they were all lying. Never.

But who are we kidding?
Little girl with a big idea.

And that's all it'll ever be.
*An idea.

Didn't go the way I had wanted...
But then again,
What does?

Sighs because everything is too quiet.
How I miss the feeling of feeling.

Did I try my hardest?
Was it really my best?
Did I get an A plus,
Or did I fail the test?
Is the game over?
Did it just begin?
Am I kicked out,
Or am I welcomed in?
I don't want to stay,
But I don't want to go.
Questions, all these questions.
One answer: I don't know.

I don't know what happened.
I don't know where that came from.
I don't know why I did that.
I don't know how I expected you to react.
I don't know why I hurt you.
I know that I'm sorry
And I don't know why that's all I can say.

I wish that I could just TALK to him, that I could just walk right over and let the words run out of my mouth and into his thoughts.
I wish that he would just TALK to me; that our conversations could be captivating and not ending at hello.

If I died tomorrow,
I'd want my ashes to be spread around the world.
Even though I'm not there,
I could visit the places I wanted to go.

His arms are strong,
And embraces the weak.

His piercing blue eyes,
Melt anything they see.

His voice is like velvet,
Singing so soft and sweet.

And his heart is true.
He loves no one but me.

If only I could tell you,
If only you could know.
If only there was a map,
To tell me where to go.
If only I could explain,
If only I could share.
If only I could find a way,
To get you to care.
But it's too far,
And it's too hard to do,
When I'm feeling lonely,
If only I had you.

I'm not one to wear sweatpants in public.
It's not like I shame others for wearing them,
Or that I don't enjoy the comfort of that fuzzy inside part,
It's just there's something ****** enough inside of me that prevents me from exposing this level of comfort outside the safety of my home.

So if you ever see me in sweatpants,
Assume that all hell broke loose and that something went terribly wrong.

If I look mad:
Run.
Don't even consider stopping.
run
I bite.

If I look like I haven't slept,
Well you're probably right,
I probably haven't.

And if I appear to be sad and/or (probably) crying,
Don't talk. Just be there and listen to me complain.
And if you're having a 'sweatpants day,'
I'll be there for you as well.

If you really hated me that much,
Then why’d you stick around?
If you really liked me that much,
Then why’d you bring me down?

We used to be so close.
Now we’re so far away.
We don’t even talk anymore.
And if we did,
What would we say?

But now it’s clear to see,
How much your hate has grown.
You try to avoid me,
And make sure your message is known.

If you ever really were my friend,
You’d know who I am.
If you ever really were my friend.
You would give a ****.

But you don’t,
And you won’t.
So we’ll sit here in silence,
About ten feet away.
And we’ll sit here in silence,
Because there's nothing left to say.

If you say that you're fine,
But really you're shaking.
Playing it cool,
When your whole world is breaking.
Say you're all alone,
Thinking nobody cares.
I'll stick around and listen.
For you, I'll be there.

Should I write it in a letter?
Must I sing it in a song.
Because I think I liked you better,
Before we grew so strong.

Should I write it on my forehead,
Is there something I can do?
Perhaps I should just say the words that start with
I love you.

I saw myself fall,
Fall for you all over again.
I was so happy.
We were so happy.
But I'd never admit that in real life.
Never!
On the surface I hate your guts,
But really I like you...
A lot.
I know I love the you I saw in my dream,
But truthfully,
I haven’t seen the real you in months.



*And I hate that.