Whenever you are in my eyesight,
Whenever you're near me,
Whenever you make an unexpected appearance in my dreams,
Whenever you say something stupid,
Whenever you laugh at my corny jokes,
Whenever you do something adorable,
Whenever you touch me,
Whenever you just smile at me,
Whenever you fawn over your crush,
Whenever you frown,
Whenever you cry,
Whenever you do anything,

My heart  *aches

The only sound heard is the wind.
The rooms all dark except mine.
No sounds of footsteps,
Laughter,
Or even the TV.
The only world I've ever known is silent.

But I think I'm okay with that for now.

I destroy everything in my path
With only one weakness.

I thought we were written in the stars
When in reality,
We were just scrawled messily in a bathroom stall

I'm here in my bed
Lying awake
Thinking about you.

I don't think my heart
know how to beat to
anything but
the sound your name

I still mark your birthday on my calendars,
I just don't have the courage to say happy birthday to you.

When my blue mood threatens to turn black,
you will show up and tell me my moods are
                                                             ­       azure
                                                    ­               indigo
                                                          ­      cerulean
                                                  ­                  cobalt
                                        ­                    periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
                                              You bring the sun.

blunt: adjective
1.
(of a knife, pencil, etc.) having a worn-down edge or point; not sharp.
having a flat or rounded end.

2.
(of a person or remark) uncompromisingly forthright.
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Today, my mom called me blunt.
And I have to admit that it's true
My thoughts and words are blunt and can hit you like a rock

But,
I realized I am also blunt.
I was once quick and sharp,
Ready to take on the world and fight
Fight like hell
Yet now, I can't

My mind isn't as strong- willed as it used to be
My body isn't as tough as it used to be
They're tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Years of seeing horror and death,
You become used to it
Years of fighting,
You get too battered to stand up once more and fight.
I've become blunt and unbelievably tired.
Maybe.
I should...
Just....
Rest.........

I just thought of this and wanted to see where it can go. I know I don't have enough followers for this kinda thing but oh well I have 69 (Teehee). The topic is Paradise. Make your own paradise in the form of a poem. Whether your paradise is found within the smile of your crush or a world with no homework I don't care. You have all the power here.
Tag it #paradisechallenge and I'll be checking the tag occasionally to see if anyone even cares. That's all. (fades into darkness)

i hate that i can't control my emotions when it comes to you
i hate that the thought of you beings tears to my eyes
but still makes my heart beat faster
i hate that your smile makes everything else fade to gray
i hate that loving you is so much more painful than it should be

I am scared
But not of the monster under my bed.
But not of the undead.
But not of the demon in the hallway.
But not of the aliens in outer space doing the nae nae.
But not of the ghost in the boathouse.
But not of the bugs on my blouse.
But not of the scars on my wrists.
But not of the hurt that, in my heart, exists.
But not of the ability to get the flu.
But if how much I love you.

When no one else was there to save me,
it was.
It always wraps me in its warmth,
Listens to my every sob,
Pats me in sympathy and comfort.
It's been my lifelong friend.

Most kids are afraid of the dark,
But really there's no need.
Darkness has always been my friend

Your face is only inches from mine.
I can see the line where the dark brown of your iris
Meets the deep abyss of black that is your pupil.
I can feel your soft breathe in my face.
Your perfect lips are moving,
Saying words that my mind cannot comprehend
Because your beauty is taking up all of its attention.

Suddenly we're both moving forward.
The suspense is killing me.
I can feel my heart in my throat,
The butterflies flutter rapidly.
.
.
.
I wake up in a cold start
Hugging air.
After all, I'm the only one head over heels.

Where do I even start?
You were the apple of my eye.
You were the Maka to my Crona.
Or in the words on non-otakus:
You were the light in a tunnel of darkness.

We had so many good years.
You got me out of my shell.
You were the only one who could calm me down.


You know I didn't even know I loved you until it was too late.
I was away when they gave those letters out.
When I read mine that said I didn't get in, I shrugged it off.
When I heard you got in, I felt stabbed.
I almost cried.

All of a sudden, you were gone.
Some part of me thought I deserved it.
For not being smart enough,
For not being good enough,
For not being  enough

What happened after is history.
History I don't feel like sharing,
'Cause it's ours.

You were my first love really.
I don't think I'll ever get over you,
And I don't think I ever really want to.

you were a dream turned
into the startling reality
that shattered my heart

I have nothing to say anymore.
I refuse to dwell on what could've happened
And what did happen.
But now I have nothing to look forward to.

My days have become a routine, a chore.
Most days I wish to do nothing more then just lay in bed and sulk.
The things I used to love to do,
No longer do so.

I'm tired.
A kind of tired that can't be fixed by sleep.

I want to know
How many scars you have
And memorize the shape of your tongue.
I want to climb the curve of your lower back
And count your vertebrae
Your ribs
Your fingers
Your goose bumps.
I want to chart the topography
Of your anatomy
And be fluent in your body language.
I want you, entirely.

Everyone escapes somehow.
Drawing
Reading
Listening to Music

Some are more dangerous than others.
Drinking
Doing Drugs
Destroying Some Things

And then some are just deadly.
Cutting
Pulling that Trigger
Kicking that Stool
While in that Noose

Committing Suicide

In your eyes, I see the luster of the stars
And the loneliness of the moon.

I don't need you to love me for the rest of your life,
Just love me for the rest of mine.

My heart is empty.
It once thrived but once it's residents no longer needed it,
My heart became deserted.
A few scars and remembrances of a time long gone still remain.
You would not find a single soul though.

My heart was used for what it was worth
And then abandoned.

I want to say "I love you"
But I settle for "Goodnight and sweet dreams"
Because loving means falling
And I have a fear of heights.

Whenever there's a damsel in distress,
Whenever there's a burning building,
Whenever there's something bad happening,
The hero comes and saves the day!
Whether they're a firefighter or just a good samaritan.
But what about the hero?
Who saves them?
Sometimes on the way to saving someone else,
We lose the fight against ourselves.

the word home
only exists within
the comforts of you
in my arms

When you see them, you're heart will begin to pound harder and faster.
2. When you see them, you're hands will become sweaty and/or clammy.
3. With the bat of an eye or a suggestive word, you will blush...a lot.
4. You will put them above anyone or anything else. Even yourself.
5. You will not be able to resist the voice in your head telling you to pull your lips closer to theirs until they meet.
6. You will think that everything they do is either cute as **** or hot as hell.
7. With every contact of the skin, you will feel a spark that pulls you in further.
8. You will be able to lose yourself in any moment with them.
9. You won't be able to stop yourself from falling in love, deeper and deeper each day.
10. When they finally leave, your heart will feel as though it has been ripped out of your chest, thrown on the cold heart ground, stepped on, stabbed, shot, and burned to ashes until nothing can be risen from the ashes.

I am no Edgar Allen Poe
or Robert Frost
I cannot spin my feelings
into a beautiful poetic symphony for you
I can only be honest and true to what I think
I have always thought you were the most beautiful one in any room

I like to chew ice cubes.
My brother thinks it's because I'm an anemic.
Not really sure what that means.
But maybe I am sick.
Because the reason I like to chew ice cubes,
Is because it makes me feel numb again.

to be in this moment forever,
with our legs intertwined,
our lips pressed together,
our hands everywhere and nowhere,
and my body on fire,
would surely be heaven itself

I know how you feel
Unwanted,
Unloved,
Ignored.
Trust me
I feel the same way.
But you're better than self-harming.
You're strong
And brave,
I'll be by your side
Every step of the way.
If you ever need someone to talk to,
I'll always be here.
Please never hurt yourself,
I care about you.

I used to never think of love
Of how your heart speeds up
Of how you feel as if there was a dog chasing it's tail in your stomach every time you see them
Of how all the good moments felt as though they'd never end
Of how the bad moments never lasted longer than a blink
Of how every touch lights a spark that ignites into a fire of passion
Of how your cheek meat hurts after every time you meet them
Of how every kiss and every embrace was another reason to live
Of how you feel when you make them laugh or smile
Of how a whole day of rain and clouds can turn into a day of sunshine and rainbows
Of how their arms feels as though they could protect you from anything
Of how much you couldn't spend more than a day away from them
Of how much you never wanted them to leave

But then, I met you...

I should do my HW.
But you still haven't responded,
What if you do while I'm gone and I can't reply?
Then you'll think you aren't important enough to respond to.
I guess I can hold off on it for a little longer.
Looove meeeeeee.
Gawd I'm stupid for liking you.
But the way you laugh,
The way you talk,
The way you simply live.
(Dying whale noises)
God you're perfect in the most imperfect way.

for who could learn to
love something as broken
as me

you say, 'be careful with yourself'
i feel my hands shake
and I reply, 'I don't know how'

if i said "i love you"
nearly as much
as i said "i'm sorry"
maybe we could've been something.

Breathing is hard
when you're drowning in your own sadness
and you were a life saver
keeping me afloat from the pain
but I guess you didn't care to pull me back to shore
and my I'm slowly losing my grip

Everyday feels like Halloween
when you wear the mask of happiness

You are not mine,
But sometimes
I pretend
That you wish you were.

I create this idea
That you secretly
Want me.

And I often forget
It's just something
I've made up.

You do not want me,
And you are not mine.

They say you are not the sum of your mistakes
but how can that be true, darling,
if all I am is a mistake