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 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Sorrow filled the air.
She layed beyond our touch.
She grieved for the one
who she could never see again.
The wishing word "forever"
was blown into the wind.
She tried to catch it with all her might.
But it flew away.
As she jumped for it she saw a floor.
Down, she fell.
Down, the stairs of red and white.
Down, she fell.
During the endless night.
A hope that life would bear her blessed.
Hope, not a lie that'd leave her life less.
She rose with a gasp her heart beat so crest.
She rose in a motion,
so fast; so scared.
Life torn away.
Dreams blown away.
The kiss that sealed her hope
would never come and she grew old.
Withered away at 23
Down, she fell
from her loved ones tree.
The apples he loved joined her in pain.
The lost and the loved will all be the same.
Found in years, lost in more, found again.
                                              "Forever" he swore.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
People say, "If you don't want the world to know don't tell it."
But when my tears are flowing like a rushing fall.
When my heart is really about to stop beating
When I just can't move because all my thoughts have been taken
I can't just hold it all in.
I can't pretend I never lost in the war of man and woman
I can't pretend I'm not frail and useless now to him.
I can't pretend I ever was his.
Yet I try to.
I try to tell the world of these feelings
that all they will do is sympathize with words such as, "Poor thing. I feel sorry for you."
They will never get it.
They will never understand the pain I go through
I went through to write a single poem.
To feel so broken and be told not to tell the world
The world must be a really ***** place, to spread about a girl who just was scared
The world must be a heartless black pit that ***** you in.
That makes you so sad you could hardly say a word.
While you clench your hair and hold in the scream
that you realize you wouldn't be able to let out anyhow.
And when you press enter you know it
You know the whole world is passing around your true thoughts
like they are some kind of virus
Would the whispers of your life stop.
No.
They would just become louder
More and more whispers
you would clench your teeth and just...cry...
A new phobia has been awakened
and your heart has become colder than it once was.
It might have been worse if you just held it in.
It might have crushed you inside
This may have been better
Maybe...
Maybe it was better but, maybe...it just became worst
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Shrug it off so you don't cry.
Inside, you hope soon you might die.
The window calls and you come near,
but though death seems probable, it's "the hell" you fear.
So you give a cold shoulder to tears and pain.
You numb your feelings and your shirt's blood stain.
You pretend to not notice and say,"whatever."
But inside you're hoping death is closer.
You try to stay calm and make life simple,
yet every one thinks you must be gimple.
You stay out of trouble just to make through the day,
so to maintain your image you can never be allowed to play.
Sometimes you laugh the pain away,
but no one can see your smile decay.
Gimple - idiot
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Small child,
Small world,
Small candle light.
Her face half lit but oh how bright.
All it came from a candle light.
Her birth a joy for all to see.
But, one day she'll forget me.
Big world,
Big dreams,
Big opportunities.
So far yet close, just over the seas.
While she fades too fast for the eye to see,
I just stare at old memories.
But across the ocean is where she'll be.
Average home,
Average life,
Average news to hear,
So black and white,
And so I fear,
The day she will leave is coming near.
It is sadly far too clear.
Present me,
Present her,
Present strawberry cake.
I had to learn to bake the cake.
It wasn't really too hard to make.
But if only for my sake,
I wish she'd wish away my ache.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Tender means easily broken.
broken like a teapot,
shattered like glass.
Transparent means too clear.
clear as day,
crystal as mine.
Trickery means masked to fool.
Fool who fell,
****** who dare.
Trapped means suffocated.
suffocated by drama,
chocked by insecurities.
Hurt means cruel pain.
cruel pain in the chest,
burned out in the heart.
And though I wish I were less blunt. My heart is hurt, my lungs have stopped. My brain is goo, because of you. but you play it off well, so do as you do. I try to be calm and forget it, you know, but this bitter feeling continues to flow. It hurts worst than shows can make it seem, but the show must go on for every scene. So no scars, no death, no drama I swear. And I'll be like I always was. I'll always be there. It's not your fault and will never be. If only...no never mind. Well....if only she was me.
My chest hurts A LOT when I see them together. And everyone sees through me when I don't try to hide them well enough. We have acting class and a play together, but he plays the prince-like main character who gets the girls and I play the younger version of a main character. He knows I like him and he tells me he doesn't like me that way. He has someone else, but he flirts and sits in the same seat as me and text me back all the time and he shines. My life f*ing *****! I wish it weren't so hard to pretend.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
I can't contemplate enough.
My mind is out of range.
I can't understand you.
You stand on your own stage.
You pull the spot light and push it away
Constantly, all at once.
And all I want is to understand,
since who you are tears to taunts.
I have forgotten myself in this endless dispute,
of trying to understand,
i have killed all feelings,
and my being has fallen to losing command.
I don't get it.
I'm breaking down.
Trying to be what you need.
Now i'm stuck on the ground.
I got bored so I stopped writing. Adhd haha
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Can she walk on water?
Can we call her fay?
Has she been to Neverland?
Does she go there everyday?
So much to ponder,
of that beautiful bell.
And I will lay in my death bed,
and ponder shall echo from my own little well.
Tell her I am with her,
when she feels alone.
Give her hugs to warm her,
when she's cold straight to the bone.
**** myself to save her,
then watch her from above.
When she think no one cares,
I would vow to her my love.
There she goes now,
I cannot follow,
she runs off to a mystical land.
A world where the sun shines brighter,
than the darkness ever can.
I am the dark,
and she the light.
So fragile to my comfort night.
I be a man who weep for thee,
she is her for someone else, not for me.
I lived before I ever knew she,
and I will live forevermore,
though I shall always,
always wish for a shine of her to pour.
Sweet miracle to grow a flower,
out of this dead tree.
Tell me love,
if I had asked,
do you think you'd ever love me?
Fay means fairy, but it also means smart and beautiful.
  Any opinions? Suggestions? Thoughts?
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Don't let go!
I'll get you out of this snow!
Hold on tight,
the little girl screamed,
to the frozen beam.

It's clasped slipped,
and it's color gone.
A solitary sad song.
I hate you!
You left me to fend for myself!
Give me life,
and you die for the happiness wealth?
I would join,
but it's not fair.
It never really was,
you always left me,
now your once again gone.
Stop fooling me!
Stop killing me!
Well now your truly dead!
I tried to save you,
you know that right?
I did my best,
just like you always said.
I'm not mad.
I'm not mad.
I'm just losing mind.
You told me that you cared for me,
then left me lost behind.
Friend why is't it so cold to be alone?
It's like my breath is visible,
and I'm breathing under water.
Friend why is't it so cruel to never be needed?
As if I were a speck of dust,
and there's no one I can trust.
I tried to trust, just like you said.
But those humans weren't my brothers.
And now you too,
are leaving me blue.
Why can't I smile,
for all that I have.
Give me a reason,
tell me once again.
Why don't I smile,
with true happiness.
I feel half-alive,
and I feel half-dead.
You're leaving like they always do,
please, please take me too with you.
I'm endorsed in fright.
J-just hold on tight!
the young girl tried to lift the man,
she lifted as best she can.
She dragged him,
but then dropped into the snow.
Please don't leave!
she cried
I won't ever let you go!
*There she lay for days to come,
laying wide awake,
then a bird swoop by the girl,
and dipped into a lake.
The girl looked down at her friend,
who shade was paler that the snow,
she dragged him to the lake.
Cast him off and let him go.
Her eyes were red,
with tears she'd dread,
but she still had a hope.
The bird sat down beside her,
and together they would cope.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
I'm breathing at the crust of the sea.
so I tell myself to stop breathing.
I'm running to nowhere,
so I tell myself stop running.
I'm trying far to hard for nothing,
so I tell myself stop trying.
I can't even fathom,
why the world is always crying,
when everything that's wrong,
can simply be not done.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
A wicked woman told my love, "**** him and you will be free."
My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me.
Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice.
I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free.
No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat.
So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit."
She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust.
I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch.
I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own.
I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known.
A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard.
"I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words.
I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know.
She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo.
I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid.
She always said, one day I'd trip.
And now I finally did.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Dear Anon,
Today I die.
Dear Anon,
do you wonder why?
Dear Anon,
oh how you make me blue.
Dear Anon,
never caring to ask, "where are you."
I can't possibly matter to my dear dear dear.
Well Anon,
  I am here.
Well Anon,
have no fear.
Well Anon,
  are you well?
Well Anon,
  I guess I fell.
Down that old well well well.
Love Anon,
be there to open curtains.
Love Anon,
make me laugh.
Love Anon,
  don't abandon me.
Love Anon,
I was in a crash
You have to worry about people! If you don't, no matter who they are, they could be hurt somewhere. Worry, care, and love just a litte
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Under the water.
At the bottom of the shore, it lies.
It faces the ocean roof, and peeks out to the sun, that peeks out to it.
It breathes and stares on into the glass top.
Everything is slow.
Everything is cold.
This is where it always was.
This is where it always is.
The water overflowed the hole hidden in the stomach.
There is peace for once.
It could cry of joy, but no one would know.
That is why it ran.
That is why it left.
To take a breathe into the unknown.
To be where others disapproved.
It's the disapproval that drives the car.
And the car falls.
And the car drags a figure to the ocean bed.
And the figure lies on the bed.
And instead of sleeping it stares at the ceiling, as it always has.
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