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 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Bradley
Why?
Why don’t you notice?

Why can’t you hear my screams for help?
Why do you ignore my midnight sobs
Echoing off my cold and empty walls,
Bouncing into the dark abyss of loneliness

Why can’t you see my calls for help?
Why don’t you notice my sliced wrists,
Dyeing every long sleeve in my closet
Staining more than just my clothes
Why don’t you notice the red seeping from my socks?
The makeshift bandages overflowing my trashcan,
The seven pairs of now red high-tops overflowing my closet


Why don’t you hear my silent sobs?
Pulling me deeper and deeper into an ocean of tears,
Consuming what’s left of my broken, shattered heart

Why don’t you hear my midnight thoughts,
Pinning my eyes open until the sun rises again,
Pulling me deeper into the cold pit you call exhaustion

Why don’t you see me?
Do you think I bandage my ankles because I cut them while shaving?
Do you think I wear high-tops because they’re fashionable?
Do you think I wear long sleeves and pants because I’m cold?
Do you think that I can’t sleep because of high-school stress?
Do you think that I am fine?

Why don’t you hear my screams for help?
Why can’t you my screams of silence?
Scrolling through poetries

Finding myself in "messages"

"You seem so happy. How are you so happy all the time? Why are you so happy though?"

Someone had said to me.

Well, to be honest I don't really know how I am happy. I'm not even sure if I am.

I don't know why I always grin like a fool in front of my friends.

How I'm so positive. How I laugh and smile at everything.

Because....... I guess.......


It feels good.

To laugh rather than cry

To smile rather than frown.

To be happy when you know something isn't.

It feels comfortable.

Just smile at everything!

Be happy.

It feels like cuddling with blankets on a freezing winter. Cookies beside you.... warmth filling your body....

Like heaven..


I just smile.



Can you do me a favor....


And just smile.....

Smile....



Like nothing matters..... smile.....





Let's be happy, guys. : )
: ) can you smile for me???RAISE YOUR HAND LIKE A KINDERGANTENER IF YOU ACTUALLY SMILED!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAAAHH!
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
chris
And
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
chris
And
all of a sudden I felt
really tired.

Like the world had drained me
for everything that
I had.
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Marie-Lyne
You
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Marie-Lyne
You
but right you’re special
but not in positive way
in a negative one
you’re too pessimistic
you worry a lot and you make me sick sometimes
your purity is mixed with messed up thoughts
you know what you want
but you’re not willing to make  an effort to make it work
you love people
but you let them leave
you let them hate you
you hide stuff
you make things harder than they’re really are
you dont want to change
you know its not enough but you dont even fix it
you’re weird
you’re weak
i question myself everyday why i still care about you
but i never found the answer
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Kenny Whiting
So have I told you lately dear,
   without you I'd be blue;
I've fallen far beyond myself,
   so lost in loving you!

You came into my life one day,
   you snuck your way on in;
'Cause never in a million years,
   I dreamed I'd love again.

You waltzed right in my life to stay,
   you saw it in the cards;
No one on earth could fill that void,
   or soften this 'ole heart.

You went to work just showin' me,
    what real love's meant to be;
You broke each bind around my heart,
   to set my love so free.

I haven't told you lately dear,
   how thankful that I am;
For showing me what love's about;
   for savin' this 'ole man.

You've gave me hope when all was lost,
    I'd all but given up;
On finding what I'd never found,
    this beauty of your love.
Have you told her lately that you love her? Have you thanked her for being such a blessing of love in your life? Don't delay, tell her today!
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Kenny Whiting
If love is what you're looking for,
   I've got the magic potion;
It starts with trust and discipline,
   then ends with full devotion!

It comes with lending all your time,
    just giving up yourself;
To show the one who means the most,
   their love means more than wealth!

You must forgive each other's wrongs,
   don't live in times gone past;
You've got to focus on today,
   for ANY love to last!

Now show her that a passion burns,
   for her inside your heart;
Romance her with your love each day,
   a love to never part!

Don't ever leave her when you're mad,
   not one foot out that door;
Until you've made ammends with her,
   don't ever leave her sore!

Now spend some time in prayer each day,
   get on your knees with God;
Then hand in hand together walk,
   the road not often trod!

You take to heart these words I say,
   to make a simple plan,
In love you'll be a Hercules-
   to her, a Superman!!
Not many people these days know what true love and devotion are all about. So many people are to worried about what others think or want totally losing focus on that beautiful love they have right beside them faithfully everyday. Don't make this mistake, pay close attention to the things that really matter in life...those ones we love!
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Poetic T
Velcro lungs exhale on festering images
that breath in photocopied negatives.

Am I emitting life's expelling repercussions
that were vacant in there image of reality.

Could I be, but a depthless shade of what
lingered, vaporizing images on to nothingness.
 Mar 2017 Andy Mion
Marie-Lyne
But its weird you know?
how we have the power to transform our lives in a second
how we stop thinking about someone that meant a lot to us before
how we stop caring about certain things
how we think differently from the others
how we act with our friends
how we eat when no one is watching
how we watch our favourites songs
how we listen to old songs
how we enjoy the stupidest things
how we live
how we fall
how we rise
how we love
how we cry
how we leave
how we return
how we look back
how we fast forward
and how we rerun
grade nine, cold feet, new beginning
when is this going to end?
counting the scars, but only the visible ones
43.
is that enough to send me to the counselor?
i sit down, squint my eyes
****, everything hurts
but i can't complain
i did this to myself
"oh my god, what happened?"
pretty girl asks from across the table
accident.
that's what i say
it's always an accident.
day is done, get on the bus, wait to cry
second stop
i get off
go into my room
more scars
they keep adding up
i'm not going to make it past 14.
17 now
happy moments
oh, ****
i still have scars, don't i?
It's hard to write about what happened to me in 9th grade. It's hard to really acknowledge that these things happened.
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