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 Jun 2015
HOOPS11
You think life is going well,
but in reality it's like you are locked up in a cell.
Every moment flashes before your eyes,
you hate those sorry 's and those lies.
You wish you could redo what you already started,
but it was already reported and outsmarted,
You always think about the what ifs and maybes,
I'm just asking please safe me.
We make mistakes we are only human,
we wish we were superhuman.
We have days that we want to forget,
you just can't help it but get upset.
You can't help but stare at the sky,
thinking about what might of been,and then you start to cry.
You never felt this angry,you just don't know what to do,
you just prey and hope that someday you outgrew.
You blame the world for your own mistakes,
you are so ignorant of what's at stake.
You see the world in black and grey,
you just hope when you go to bed it will all go away.
This poem is not just about me,its also about people that might be going through hard times and just don't know what to do anymore.
 Jun 2015
HOOPS11
I remember the first time I got bullied,
I felt like I was being discouraged.
You think the world evolves around you,
you know I don't think that's true.
Did you ever think how it might hurt me,
of course you didn't, you only wanted your friends to see.
I will never understand why?
all you ever do is lie.
You are so heartless,
you never realise that I'm crying alone in the darkness.
I remember when you were racist,
you don't know how much that hurt and what I might be facing.
I know sometimes I was stupid to react,
but you hurt me so bad that I had no choice but to snap.
You know sometimes I am scares to even go to school,
but as I learned you just have to keep it cool.
I remember when you wrote a racist letter,
you know I couldn't stop crying,
and hoping for something better.
I wish someday you could realise what you done,
but I could never forgive you for the pain that you caused and that you thought it was fun.
Not a specific person bullying in general
 Jun 2015
Maisha
So, that's it then? I just hand my heart to you and get it back broken?
I...
 Jun 2015
Joel Frye
My father died
before he could tell me
that your lungs fill
and you drown in yourself
as your heart fails.

My sister died
silent with the knowledge
that you taste the waste
your kidneys can't expel
as they slowly shut down.

My brother died
within the shell washed up
by the rolling tide of blood
from the bursting of
cerebral arteries.

My mother died
desiccated, emaciated,
her bitterness consumed
in the uncontrolled growth
of her cancerous sweetbreads.

One never lives
until they learn for themselves
the lessons of the lives
the histories and the deaths
of their inheritances.
 Jun 2015
pm
You and I are an unfinished poem.
There's so much more to say,
we could have been
the sweetest story written on crumpled papers
and heard on gratifying mouths,
but unfinished poems are;
just left unsaid and undone.
 Jun 2015
Delaney
You told me my words were like cold, sweet milk,
flowing so elegantly into your mouth
on a hot summer's day.
But, I guess, somewhere along the way,
you became lactose intolerant.


(d.d.b)
 Jun 2015
Chelsey
you looked at me and i forgot how to
breathe me in like you're suffocating and i am made of
air just doesn't seem necessary without
you were the best thing that ever happened to

me without you is completely
meaningless was my life before you walked
in came the love and with it came
pain is inevitable but i thought we were

too much pain, too much fighting, too much
stress does not a healthy relationship
make me remember why i fell in
love me like there's no

tomorrow i'm afraid i'll wake up and you won't be
there is never a right time to say
goodbyes are hard and i refuse to let you
leave now and i swear you will never see me

again.

i love you but i swear to god you will never see me
again i let you in my
doors never stay shut for
long periods without you make my skin

crawl away but you'll always come back to
me without you is completely
meaningless is this stop-and-go cycle of back and
fourth time's the charm, right?

wrong.

i need you but i know you're bad for
me without you is becoming a
possibilities are endless and i think i will be
okay is nice but passion is

better without you and better for
it will be okay, i
promise me forever and proceed to walk
away with with you, away with the

memories hurt me more than you ever
did you really love me or was it just a
games are fun but i need something
serious relationships are hard and neither of us are to

blame me and i'll blame
you will always be the one who got
away with you, away with
missing you hurts me more than you ever did.

so. much.

goodbyes are hard but i'm forcing you to
leave now and maybe it will hurt
less is more when it comes to you and
me without you is exactly what we

need.
goodbye, my love.
take care.
 Jun 2015
Jane
It's silly how I'm missing you like crazy,
When you're not even thinking about me.


It's funny how I would jump off a cliff just to save you,
But you wouldn't even look my way.


It's pathetic how I would be there for you,
Even when you don't know my existence.


It's so absurd that I would even love you,
That I would travel miles just for you,
Give up the things I love for you,
Swim the whole Pacific ocean for you,
But you will never notice me,
You would never call me,
You will never love me back.
And that's how ignorant I am,
How naive, obtuse, vacuous of me,
To have loved you, and still,
Loving you.
Jokes on me now :)
 Jun 2015
Escalus
"I don't know if I loved you"

Those words echo throughout my heart, crushing it.

Why couldn't you...?
 Jun 2015
Callum Ray Foster
Our love all at sea
where the waves come crashing.
We're not in the same boat
we're two ships passing.
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