The Gothics - Hello Poetry

Feb 2015

Crushing Love

13- You can't stay mad at him/her for more then a minute or two, and you have to actually try and stay mad.

12- You'll read his/her IMS or other msgs, over and over and over again.

11- You'll walk really, really slow while your with him/her.

10- You'll feel shy whenever your with him/her

9- While thinking about him/her your heart will beat faster and faster.

8- By listening to his/her voice you'll smile for no reason what so ever.

7- While looking at that person you won't be able to see anybody else that's around...only that person.

6- He/she becomes all you think about.

5- You'll get high just by their smell...

4- you'll start listening to really slow songs

3- You'll realize your always smiling to yourself when you think of him/her

2- You'll do anything for him/her

1- While reading this there was ONE person on your mind the WHOLE time.
^-^

Your welcome, I suppose. \(^.^) / love ya'll!

Feb 2015

Crushing Love

Picture

So I drew a picture tonight

And I want to give it to you

Because it's a crying girl with a stitched up heart, that has stitched up words that say "Will you keep it safe?

I want to give it to u because she's giving you her heart, like I have and wants you to love her and protect her heart....But you won't love her back like she loves you....will you??

#depressingdrawing #emolove

Feb 2015

Creep

Just know.

Know that,
If he were to ever hurt you
In anyway,
I will be there.

I will be there to hold you,
As you cry,
To bring you tubs of ice cream,
Studio ghibli movies,
*****,
And tissues.
To whisper to you
That he was an ******* anyways,
That you will always deserve better,
The best.

I will be there,
To mercilessly ****** him,
To slit his throat,
Let the blood flow out,
Let him experience your pain.

Just know that.

I'm always gonna be here,
To help bring justice to those who need it,
Because you guys deserve the best.

R u mine?
By arctic monkeys

Feb 2015

Poetic T

Sshhhh.... Its Near

S
s
h
h
h
It sees you, smells your *fear.
Breathing your *essence of what
You see beneath the darkness
Above the light.
S
s
h
h
h
It tastes your moments as
They come closer, near, it
Tastes the sweat that drops from
Upon high, tasted frenzy of
The emotion called fear.
S
s
h
h
h
It hears your heart, beating
From afar erratic but clear, you
Breath out, it exhales it in, ecstasy
Upon it senses it captures and
You sense stolen beats, cough
And again it beats, shaken but never
Knowing it was a beat of fear stolen.
S
s
h
h
h
Its upon you, never seen, its been here
A while toying with your sanity,
Eyes erratically swerve as if to miss
Something but **Sshhhh... its near..

Sshhh its already here...

#fear #scared #darkness #taken #sshhh

Feb 2015

ryn

Footsteps

.
•they'd
come at night•
these footsteps are
never light• always
heavy and running ar-
ound•...they are annoy-
ingly creepy..., these aw-
ful sounds•every night,
after eleven without
fail•into rooms,

us they would
tail• making a
din overhead
•when all
                         should
                        be quiet inste-
                         ad•like barefooted
                          children i would ***-
                          ume...•wandering and
                          exploring into every ro-
                           om•...could they come
                            wilfully•from the cou-
                                ple who live above
                            me•i very much

                             doubt so•bec-
                             ause this much
                             i know...•that
                             the neigh-

bour up-
stairs, they're
old•frail and meek;
never bold•they'd re-
tire early•after late, ne-
ver a party•now... there
the feet go again•drivi-
ng me almost insane•
on my ceiling now,
they're pacing•

they know i kn-
ow and they are
playing•these
invisible
                        feet•ne-
                        ver would we
                            meet•one thing for
                           sure•this is not a friv-
                            olous tour•determined
                            to tell•that they exist
                              as well•nothing i'm
                               certain but it is clear
                               •i think they really
                              like it here...•

                              •i don't think
                               they're leavi-
                              ng•they're
                               bent on

staying...•

.
I live in an apartment on the 2nd storey. My family and I would hear these footsteps every night.

Initially we would dismiss it to be the neighbour living upstairs but that became very improbable simply because the couple who lives above us are far too old to be jumping and skipping in the wee hours...

We have tried ignoring the sounds but they would intensify. We'd hear intentional heavy footsteps, running, jumping between rooms but most of the time they would follow us to whichever room we're in.

Lately these sounds had progressed to rapping on the concrete walls in my bedroom. I could hear them as I lay in bed knocking and tapping on the wall by me.

The thing is... I live in a corner apartment and beyond that wall is the exterior of the building... There is no way anyone could be on the opposite side of that wall...

Creepy much?
.

#footsteps #concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #thingsthatgothumpatmyhouse

Feb 2015

Ariel Baptista

Eighteen

Seven days
Seven days repeat them
Repeat them over
One by one
Seven by seven.
Here we go
Seven colours the sky smiles
Seven times seventy
And seventeen years
Seven levels of hell
And seven sins to send you there
Seven princesses
Sailing seven seas
And seven sea monsters to sink them
Seven lies and seven truths
Seven wonders
On seven continents
That I will never see
Seven dreams
On seven nights
Seven kisses
Seven kisses
Seventeen years
Seven years for complete cell replacement
And it’s been seven
Seven years of plenty
And seven of famine
(which are we in?)
Seven seconds to count down
Seven candles to light
On seven lampstands
7-Up and 7/11
Seven days
Seven days repeat them
Repeat them over and over and over
Seven years repeat them over
Seventeen repeat it over
Repeat it over
Repeat it over and over
Seven cells replaced in seven
Seven tears cried in seven
Seven out of seven
And seventeen years
Seven dwarfs and seven demons
Seven secrets
Concealed by seven lies
Seven torches we bear
Seven oaths and seven gemstones
Seven spells for seven curses
On seventeen days
And the Seven Years War
In seven days I built myself
And in seven seconds I’m destroyed
Seven feathers fall to earth
Seven stars all align
And seven Gods stole my soul
Seven slaves owned by seven masters
Seven burdens
Seven burdens
Seven prayers leave my lips
Seventy Hail Mary’s to save you
And seven angels
Seven sweet friends
That left me
Here’s what they don’t tell you
Seven lives mean seven deaths
And seven joys mean seven pains
Seven sisters mean seven funerals
And seven suns mean seven rains
And seven
And seven
I’ve been stuck on seventeen
For an eternity
Repeat it
Repeat it over
Repeat it over
Seven
And seven
And seven
Teen.
Seven days
And I’ll be home to a house I’ve never seen
In a country I don’t belong to
And a language I can’t speak
And it’s all just seven
And seven
And seven
Teen.

Feb 2015

Camellia-Japonica

life fruit

Lemons and lies
Make sour lives
Strawberries and cream
Make life a scream
So does a blade when I catch you lying.

Jan 2015

Joy Nteh

Love

The sea is never calm
If it ever gets calm, there'd be no wave to give us the breeze we need

Love is never calm
If it ever gets calm, there'd be no need for us to keep trying

Our love is like the sea.
We need the angry waves to keep us moving

We need to keep trying. its gonna be worth it soon

#love #patience #sea

Jan 2015

Archita

I'm not a poet

I'm not a poet
I never was one.
Where the words could build and wreck lives.
Mine caused only a ripple
Where the words could cause chaos
Mine let out only a whimper.

The words, they should be magical
But, mine knew no sorcery.

All my life, I spent it finding the exact words
The words never found me.
Also, I never quite got the hang of feelings
They were all so beautiful and ugly.
But words were all that remained
And I want them to stay close
within the wild musings of my reckless heart.

#poet #beautiful #musings #sorcery