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Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
A boy
His green eyes harsh and focused
Hair a light brown and cut short
It is messy and flat
From a hat that's held in his hand
A girl
Hair cascading to her shoulders
In a river of golden blonde
Eyes an ice cold blue
But have a soft look
They stand in a crowded room of people
Yet they only see each other
They are far
They are separate
They are strangers
But a connection is created
Their eyes meet for barely a second
And time stops
The rest of the world put on hold
For a simple glance
And there it lies
A black and blue bruise
Covering one of his blissful green eyes
It is swollen too
The boy takes the hat from his hands
Places it on his head
And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye
Nonetheless the girl saw it
No matter how long the look was for
She remembers
She's intrigued by it
She curious as to how he got it
What his story is
Why he is hidding it
Why he let her see
Even if it was only for a second
But while all this runs in her mindo
The boy has broken the intense gaze
He has moved on
Continued on his corse
Leaving the girl only to
Imagine
Work in progress
Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
Her hair
Like a black silk
It flows to her shoulders
And stops abruptly
Her eyes a brown like dark chocolate
Hidden behind rectangular glasses
Her face a yellow tan
Her hand on a keyboard
Typing up poems
I never could
Describing people
In a light of beauty
Telling stories
With unexplainable expression
She paints
With her heart
And draws
With her soul
She plays a piano
Like she speaks
Fluently
Proudly
And powerful
But it is not a matter of the things she can do
It is a matter of who she does them for
It is not a matter of how well she does them
But a matter of her trying
So I see her
And I do not envy her
Because it is enough to know her
That I don't want to be her
Rah
I now understand
the reason why it is called
falling in love

*because it hurts.
  Dec 2014 Dawn Anderson
WickedHope
I know a girl
Who sits behind a computer screen
Wondering if she's worth something

I know a girl
Who stares into space trying to think of reasons
Why people should care if she fades like the seasons

I know a girl
Who is broken more than she can comprehend
Who cuts and scars more when she tries to mend


I am a girl
Who could just cry -- I could just cry
When I see that maybe my words matter
Maybe there are people who like what I write
(Yes, the last stanza doesn't rhyme...
what do you want from me?)
- - -
Thank you all so much.
You know not what you mean to me.
Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
I wish upon stars
To keep you off my mind
And by the time it's day
The stars are gone
But my thoughts are not
Idk I just thought this up
  Dec 2014 Dawn Anderson
Helen
that's right!

I was in the middle
of a poppy field
and several butterflies
asked me a million questions
and every answer ended with
I don't know
every four seasons
ended with snow
every little brush of wings
made my heart sing
and the years flow
Each season between Winter
moved beneath my ribs
so slow
Each little insect that alighted
on my pale, perfect skin
I slighted!
I slapped in outrage,
committing an unforgivable sin
Perfect little creatures
with perfectly small frames
perfectly fine bones
that never knew shame
Perfect little feet
that sat gently on my frame
I slapped them all down
one by one
thinking they should take the blame

hmm, where was I?

thats right*

I was perpetually drifting
in my own shame
#iwishiwasabetterperson #rottenhumanbeing
Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
For when will you see me
When will anyone see me
The real me
The me that deserves to be seen
The me that hurts people
The me that hates people
The me that is always late because she barely has the motivation to get up
The me that has let go
The me that's tired all the time
The me that can't stand mirrors because she can't stand herself
The me that can't see beauty in the world
The me that only sees the pain
The me that has nervous ticks
The me that is terrified of almost everything
The me that pushes you away because she's afraid to cause you pain
The me that the world would hate
The me that the world should hate
The real me.
I don't know anymore
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