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Haych Oct 2014
They asked me to speak
So I tried
But wouldn't sit around waiting to listen
All they wanted was words
And I was made up of so much more.
Sometimes it's in the silence that we find the answers we wish not to find.
Sometimes it's better not to ask, but to observe and wait though the wait may be eternal.
Patience is of most upmost importance when dealing with others, for how can we demand and expect so much of others, when we ourselves find fault in our ownselves?
Haych Aug 2014
and I know it's silly
and I've told myself over and over that I shouldn't
wouldn't
silly me
now look at me
getting all clingy
close to tears even
it's not even that much of a bigge
it's not like you where moving to mars
or going on an expedition to venus
wait who cares about the planets?
oh wait
they're interesting
and beautiful
and an unexplored unknown like you are
and i care...

wait what was I saying?
oh yeah back to me
you told me to sleep
I said I wasn't tired
you said you'd go
and
and
and I was literally struggling
to stop the flickering eyelids
to the croak-choke-like crack
in my voice
to the noise pounding (yes I had a headache)
echoing
in my
head.

wait i don't want to cry, why do i feel like crying, gosh i hate crying, why do i sound so...broken?
I'm not broken
but you sound broken
I know
but you're not
I know that too

"please don't leave me"
I wanted to scream
like a little baby
over and over
quite pathetic really
wow look at me typing
haha would you call this writing?

i don't know why i acted like that...
i just
really didn't want you to stop talking
your voice sounded carefree and warm
like a blanket of fuzzy melting hotcholote on a cold winters night even tho it's summer
not chocolate-ey taste wise
but the drizzly
shower
tingly
feeling you get when you really like something
it felt like
like you where right next to me
i closed my eyes
and i pictured your smile
as the words came one after the other
i was drifting slowly
hypnotized
the rhythm of your voice
i wanted never to end
i felt safe

i don't want to feel like that again
don't want
not
again
stop
feeling
i tell myself
but i don't
and i hate it

the curves as you made funny faces
yes i see them so clearly now
you scream and ask if your sisters finished
i whisper "can yew heawr me"
then giggle to myself
you're such a sweetie

i could almost picture you when you laughed too
it was better than a picture actually
because i could actually feel the warmth
the happiness
in your voice
but am i that cold?

....and the distance drifted like it was never there to begin
and you repeated
"look youre tired"
and some other words

---you're still speaking----
but I'm not listening to them really am i?
i knew what that'd mean...

-more words, me replying-

SCREAM LOUDER
shush
speak
don't
my brain still busy arguing
oh what joy

It'd mean you'd go and....
i didn't....
don't* want you to....(1)
and my body ****** sideways
alert
on the edge
wanting to grab onto your sleeve
dress
anything

"I'm awake I'm not tired"
Okay so i was
tired
but not that
tired
that i wanted to stop talking to you
tired
because you made me feel less of
tired-tired-don'twanttowakeup-sleepy
and more of
tired-warm-feelings-of-awake-sleepy-happy....tired

and a stab in my chest reminded me you weren't actually sitting next to me
but the words tumbled out almost like i wasn't even me
i knew i meant them more than you'd ever possibly fathom
"please don't go".
(1) go...
you speak
say
tell


wait
i tell myself it's not like last time
you're not like last time
it's not the last time
not
last
time

my hands grip the air
wanting something solid to grip onto
i feel like I'm slipping
there's nothing to hold on to
you're not there
"please don't" i whisper to myself...
i feel like I'm about to spill
onto the covers of my bed
like a drink patch
I'm not a spilt drink patch
you can't wash me away

* why'd i have to say that?*
its not that big of a deal i scream at myself

You: It's not that big a deal

wait didn't i just say that?
okay this is creepy.

and suddenly i don't hate myself
for feeling everything
the words
the pain
the warmth
everything
so
intensely
you make it
so much better
okay
.....



but you say you'll stay
you stayed
you stay <3

and it scares me...

i know I'm sleepy
but my smiles aren't forced
my words aren't fake
they're real
you can't see them
you can't touch them
but they are what they are

and my smile you created
on my sleepy dazed face
lingered
even after your voice
ended.
people say you say stuff you don't always realize when you're drunk
but i think sleepy people are more dangerous
because they're so low on energy
so low
on everything
and the words flow
like water
leaving the person speaking
feeling vulnerable and weak
and when you're drunk you're unaware
but when you're sleepy you still have some consciousness
and it's scary
how you say things
and you're afraid
and you crumble
and you don't mean to
and you start of saying you won't
but in the end
somehow
you do
</3
Haych Aug 2014
"She was a flickering candle,
and it was only a matter of time before her light went out."
Once upon a time, there was a girl.
To her the words meant more to her than the world
Not because they where just words but because she met people
who gave the words life.
She would give out her light like she was the shining sun, but she wasn't.
And pretty soon she became the flickering candle in suffocating darkness...
And the story hasn't an end, because it's still pending
so please wait while it loads
thank you for your attention.
Haych Aug 2014
Feeling so conflicted as to what I'm missing
knowing what I'm feeling isn't what I'm really missing
know that times are harder now
Time is constantly ticking
Life keeps on pushing me further, how?
Feels like I'm always on the edge and close to tipping
and I keep tripping
And the urge is always there, picking away at me
Haunting me with its cold glares and stares
making me feel so conflicted as to what I'm missing
and I know what I feel isn't what I'm missing
I'm missing but nobody seems to see
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...listening
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...looking
I'm missing but right in plain view
but nobody's noticed I've gone...missing
So why would they search for me when they think I'm as whole as the full moon glistening
what they fail to realize
was she was the moon
but a part of her was hidden away
a piece of her...*missing
I know it's been a while since I posted a poem
But I'm currently struggling to paste together the words that I want to say
They're there...I just don't seem to want to say them since well, I know it's not just speaking the words that make the difference, it's the power of writing them, that give them life.
But I'm taking one step at a time,
and tho this isn't a new piece
and i wrote it a while back,
it's still a start right?
Haych Jun 2014
I'm sorry you lost an important piece of you
and you fell apart.

and time stopped inside you
because you where broken

yet time around you continued on without you
and you
barely existed

that you where left in a corner
and nobody checked to see if they could help...you
find that special piece that went...missing

I'm sorry that
instead of being the 'best' of all 'times'
you lost yourself

in time.
Haych May 2014
To hurt you back would make me just as worse,
                        and...
Pretending it didn't hurt when it did, would be a lie.
So i choose to repay you back in sets of 3


I'm not mad

I was mad

now I'm not

i forgive you

*it's okay, okay?
Sometimes you've got to try and let the pain go otherwise you'll burn yourself holding onto it for too long.
-H
Haych May 2014
so many feelings flooded back all at once,
like a tsunami rolled high and crashed down low
sweeping out everything and anything...
just at the sound of her voice...
anger, happiness, frustration, relief...
most importantly even tho i wanted to cry and scream,
or maybe both actually...
we laughed instead.
I may get so angry to the point i wish i could hate my best friend,
but in the end i never seem to find a real 'reason' to really 'hate' her
Only myself.
Because my worry stems into a raging fury sometimes.
I get angry because she means so much and i worry about her
But i could never really 'hate' her
Besides...
how can you hate a person with a laugh that fills the earth and heavens with...bursting sprinkles of sprays of fountains of joy and happiness..
how?
Because i certaintly cannot, and i pray the day never comes when i ever do
*giggles*
My exam is finally over....and..and...and i spoke to my best friend
WARNING:
Don't come any closer or i might burst due to the insane medical condition i am currently in haha....I've been away from my bestfriend way too long...it's not even funny -_-
So Thankyou math exam, i hope you're happy.
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