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If you wanted to
Talk to me, you would, right? I
Miss you more than air.
 Jul 2014 Austin Heath
AJ
Ohhhhh no!
 Jul 2014 Austin Heath
AJ
I tried a new poetry website today.
Poetry.com
It was awful and they gave ****** advice.
The gave no cares at all.

I am so sorry I strayed from you, hellopoetry.
Poets here are so much better.
Actually taking interest in the things that other's write.

Ugh.
 Jul 2014 Austin Heath
Kagami
I am not a worthless *****.
Stop treating me like one.

I am not an unsuccessful, lazy person.
Stop treating me like one.

I am not a snotty *****.
Stop treating me like one.

I am not a stupid know-it-all.
Stop treating me like one.
Just let me die already. im sick of everything.
 Jul 2014 Austin Heath
Q
Pathetic
 Jul 2014 Austin Heath
Q
Your effort to save me was three words long
As though years of bitterness could be rectified
With a superficial, overdone, idiotic phrase...
So that you could at least say you "tried."

It's pathetic how the words tickle the back of my throat
Always waiting to spill onto the nearest sympathetic ear
And even more so pathetic that they are never said...
Because I'm convinced you won't say what I want to hear.

It is in your ignorance that you reach out to shattered people
Without recognizing the barbed wire around them
And you'd be infected with their plague with the slightest *****...
I hope you're infected, I hope you end up broken.

You're not above this. You're not.
You pretend to be just as okay as we do
You're not some miracle healer; not godsend
I hope you realize we, every single one of us, hate you.
 Jul 2014 Austin Heath
Q
I want to hold you down
And tear the apathy from the marrow of your bones
I want to watch you shatter in my hands
And absorb your every scream, every shout, every moan.

I want to make you bleed
From every pore and every orifice
I want to glue you together
Then tear you apart bit-by-bit.

I want to love you straight to Hell
And hate you back up to Heaven
I want to hold you so tight that
Your bones will break, and you'll let them.

I want to take you to oblivion
And lose reality and existence beneath us
I want to betray you and hurt you
And spend eternity regaining your trust.
.
.
.
I want you to want me
In all the same insane ways I want you
I want you to want this, to want
The things I want to do.
Well ****.
Seventh Grade.
I wrote a poem about a solider
who couldn't unsee all the damage
wrought on his friends and brothers.
My mother cried.
Asked, “what have I done?
For you to write such
despairing things?”

Eighth Grade.
My English teacher tried to
“Harness” my talent,
in the raw.
Pushed me into competitions
Of which I had no interest.

Freshman Year.
I got accused of plagiarism.
After all,
What could I possibly know
of the world's tragedies,
after a mere 14 years spent here?
I was told to “stick to something
a 14-year-old girl would right. So
it isn't obvious.”

Sophomore Year.
I wrote about
the boy who held my heart.
Because that's what
15-year-old girls write about.
Or so I've been told.
The walk of life is hard,
And sometimes we skip
And sometimes we dance
And sometimes we stumble
And sometimes we fall.

People always tell us
That it could be worse
Or it could be harder,
But honestly,
Sometimes you just don't care.

And sometimes it seems deeper
When you think of how sadness
Makes you appreciate happiness.

But sometimes life is hard,
And you just wonder
How it could ever be happy again.

And sometimes you're happy,
But you're scared,
Because it could be taken
Away.

But life is tears,
And sighs,
And songs,
And laughter.

Life is sadness,
And sorrow,
And joy,
And happiness.

Because a baby's first footsteps
Are always followed
By a baby's first fall.

Flowers only come
After rain clouds,
And bright light,
And breaking through a shell.

Life is sweeter
After storms,
And bright times,
And breaking through your shell.
god i swear i am on fire
but i do not want you
anymore do not need
you anymore please
never come home
Drunk and unsorry
7w
you dont understand
and i cant explain
 Jun 2014 Austin Heath
PrttyBrd
Shining armor rusts internally from salted tears of discontent
52914
one stroke senryu
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