Anistashia Growsberry: Poems

Jan 2014 · 1.4k

Anistashia Growsberry Jan 2014

Kon'nichiwa!
Watashi wa anata no subete ga subarashī tsuitachi kakaete iru negatte imasu!
Anata ga subete no chansu o tori, harō uta de watashi ni shitagatte kudasai suru koto o kettei shitanode, hijō ni ureshī Imu.
Wareware wa idai ni sotte shutoku shimasu! Kagiri, anata wa watashinouta o sukina yō ni,-sōdenakereba nani ga watashi wa tsugi no pointo ni narimasu? haha
Watashi wa sono koto ni tsuite taihen mōshiwakegozaimasen ga shibaraku dake ga kōshin sa remasu. Sore wa okonawa remasu. Sugu ni subete o sanshō ***** kudasai! ^^

Jan 2014 · 1.3k

Rumors

Anistashia Growsberry Jan 2014

Rumors

Hearts are chipping
mirrors are breaking,
roses are dying and
feelings are fading.

Reflections are moving
And tears are getting weater,
cries are getting louder
people are getting ruder.

Eyes getting weaker
pulse is getting lighter,
body getting colder
rumors getting older.

My heart getting darker
my life fading into dark,
my pulse is going slower
my body getting so cold.

The light getting brighter
my eyes opening,
my body warm and
my life is no more.

People gathering
to see the new arrival,
no more tears to shed
no more heart breaks
no more rumors, no more lies
I am free to live without disguise

Jan 2014 · 750

on a good day

Anistashia Growsberry Jan 2014

on a good day

On a good day, Id only cry once. before I realize it wasn't going to happen the way I want it too.
On a good day, I might actually get through it without seeing your face, or hearing your voice.
On a good day, I would have my friends to back me up when I hear rumors about us.
On a good day, I could go home and not wonder what your doing.
On a good day, my heart would finally stop beating every time I think of you.
On a good day,... I could see you passing by and having the courage to smile and wave.
One a good day, I can sleep right.
On a good day, I could go outside without thinking about running away.
On the best of days, I will finally get through it without shedding a single tear, without my heart beating when I think of you,
when I can pass by you or see you, or hear your voice, and give you a real smile.
Its when I can move on with no more feeling for you anymore. Cause you had your chance, its gone now.

Jan 2014 · 419

the inside of a broken heart

Anistashia Growsberry Jan 2014

the inside of a broken heart

We know when we are broken, we cry and we cry until there is no more tears.
We can see when someone else is broken,there emotions change,they talk about the one who broke them.
We can hear the sound the heart makes when it is all over, some cracking noises then silence.
But it is not enough for someone to comfort you and tell you its all right. No its not even enough to hear it from the one
who has hurt you. Once a heart is broken it stays broken,it can not be fixed. You can try and mend it back together,
you can try and glue it shut. But it never will be the same again. The inside of a broken heart talks louder than the words from a poet,
It call out to the brain to forget everything, it calls out to the eyes and tells them to shed no more tears,
It calls out to the legs, it calls out to the arms. And most importantly it calls out to its self.
To get its self together and relive the past with another. Only they wont have crying or dying inside they had the last,
because they wont remember.
The inside of a broken heart speaks volumes high enough to finally get us through it.

Jan 2014 · 2.5k

coma

Anistashia Growsberry Jan 2014

coma

I want to live in a coma. I want to live forever in my dreams, because I shouldn’t have to face reality. I want to live and not live forever. To not have to cry every time I see you, to be able to get the second chance I need to survive. I want to live in a coma so I can hear you talking to me at the side of the hospital bed while you hold my hand. I want the nurse to remind you that everyday I may not ever wake up, so that you will say back that you’re willing to wait to take the chance. I want to live inside my mind with all the dreams I have,so I don't have to wake up everyday knowing you don't want me! I want to die in that bed and live on in my dreams. I don’t want to face you again remembering the time I said I loved you,and you said we need to be friends, That's the same as asking a blind man to look at something really cool knowing he can't see. I want to live in a coma so I will still love you without getting my heart smashed over and over again. I want to live in a coma so I don't look at you and wanna scream at you then kiss you after, knowing you’ll just push me away.

Jan 2014 · 702

your book of future

Anistashia Growsberry Jan 2014

your book of future

Your book of future
If you had a book that told you your entire life from beginning to end and every single person you have ever met ever known or even ever seen only just once. If it one day appeared on your doorstep. If you saw a card on the top of the box in which the book was in and all it said was “A book of you” what would you do? Most people would either throw it away thinking its a silly prank or they would read it out of curiosity. there is a limited few who would cry and scream out of fright at what they have found because they think its some crazy stalker or cereal killer. I would be one of those people out there who would read it, one part out of curiosity another because someone put all the work into it. of course the only name written by the author's name and that's Future. so that at least gives you some type of clue that your future is going to be in it, does not it. The only difference is that i would not read up past the part where I read that I am reading it now because If I were to know my future that would not be my future anymore. the future is better unknown until after the future has become the past. then and only then I would not mind knowing what my future which is now my past would have been.

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