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 Mar 2015 Angie S
Liz And Lilacs
Why is there so much violence
and hatred towards women?
I've been searching for a reason.
I just don't understand.

What is it that makes us different?
Why should I be violated,
simply because of my gender?
I am a human, just like you.

We have feelings and emotions,
Do you simply see us as toys?
Do you not understand that
we are one and the same?
I don't understand.
 Mar 2015 Angie S
Steele
Subtle melody, find solace

as fingers ride the wind like wings.
Side walk top hats are my wallet,
as heartache grips the listening crowd
and just like that, the wind too sings
along with my torn fingered strings,
that fly like heartache sung aloud,
and come alive like Spring.

My fingers know which notes to tear away.
The violin knows what wind it needs for tune.
I'll rest the base against my neck and play,
Street corners my rehearsal room,
in coldest winter or sunniest spring;
In frigid night, in scorching day,
I'll play. My blistered fingers know the way.

Seasons come and go astray.
Plucking fingers freeze and burn.
But everywhere by bow resolves to turn,
the wind follows, waiting for my word;
His cue to take the stage and sing
songs that come alive like Spring
and my smiling fingers know which string
will permit the wind be heard.
Poetry reaches the eyes, then the mind, then if you're lucky, the heart.
Music takes a short cut.
 Mar 2015 Angie S
NeroameeAlucard
Mom
Mom I know it's your birthday soon,
And because of that you'll be over the moon,
but I'd be remissed if before your day
I didn't tell you I love you more and more each day
And though you bother me sometimes to no end
you've helped me heal when I thought I wouldn't mend
When I was sick you got every last drop of medicine
When I skinned my knee or stubbed my toe
you were there for my little crying self, and I want the whole world to know
that even when we argue we always get it right in the end
your not only my mom, but my best friend,
but this is getting repetitive so I'll end it in this space
though many have come and gone, no one could ever take your place.

happy(early) birthday Mom!
I love you!
Happy early Birthday MoM! I love you!
 Mar 2015 Angie S
Jim
CD - J
 Mar 2015 Angie S
Jim
Then one fateful day, an event
Made its way to our ajar doors
"She is no longer here!
 She is here no more!"
The loose bolted chairs
And the dusty summer chairs
Lost protoplasmic breaths.
While the papers she marked
With her utterly critical hands -
That fateful day took with it,
"She is no longer here!
She is here no more!"
And we are left with a misfit piece
And we are dying of yearn
"What about US her fam'ly?
 When is she bound to return?"
 But that fateful day stressed a score -
That she was no longer here
And that she was here no more
My very first poem published here on Hello Poetry. Yey!
 Feb 2015 Angie S
Sam Knaus
There are blotches of red marks on my skin, my face,
bags under my eyes, 
I get around 5 hours of sleep most nights 
but every morning I still feel like I haven't slept in a century. 
This is a different kind of pain.
This isn't a migraine, or a stomachache. 
This is more than a stomachache. 
This is waking up every morning to arms full of scars that are so ******* triggering,
A stomach screaming "feed me" but skipping breakfast and lunch 
because I swear to ******* god, I've gained weight. 
This is a different kind of pain. 
This is my first poem in months which is why 
it doesn't fit together perfectly 
but since I penned all of my thoughts about 
my eating disorder, my self harm, my mental illnesses and my boyfriend,
I didn't have anything to say, 
I'd given my voice away by that point 
and that caused a different kind of pain.
This is the first poem I've written in god knows how long. I figured I'd upload it. Sorry about how depressing it is.
 Dec 2014 Angie S
Thunderstorm
Andy
Let me just tell you
That I...
I love you.
You're my best friend
I'd never want more
Then that.
You made me smile
For weeks we would talk and laugh and I would nearly get in trouble in math class just to see what you had to say.
You're honestly one of the best friends I could hope for, you showed me purpose when I believed there wasn't any
You don't know how my face and heart would light up when you replied to me
And though we haven't talked in a while I miss you
I'd get a plane ticket out to you and help you accomplish your dreams if I could
Remember when you said we could go live in Seattle and hire an actress to go to gym for me?
Remember?
And we could go to Kansas and you could teleport to get me?
Andy, please...
I know you have no control over it
Three weeks to live...
You deserve three eternities
I'd give them to you if I could
But I can't
No one can
Though I know we all would.
So live your life to the fullest
Use those three weeks to the max,
And never, never give up dear Andy
Fight for us
Fight for me
But don't give in
You
Don't
Have
To
Die,
But
Even
If
You
Do
You
Will
Live
On.
Andy is the best friend I will ever have online. (When I said love for you people who will tell me "you have a boyfriend" I meant as a friend, like a best best friend)  I read last night that he had three weeks to live so I spent all night writing this. If you read this Andy, hang tight, we love you. Hang in there if you can buddy. We all love you<3
 Dec 2014 Angie S
LETITFXRING
Remembering
Every time I wish the mirror would just
Fall into pieces and shatter, I
Lost myself,
Every inch, wanting to
Cry because
The pain
I** felt within was so excruciating it
Opened my heart & pierced through,
Never had I screamed so hard
--looked in the mirror and didn't see myself but
someone else--
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