Losing something precious
Real or unreal
Alive, dead or neither
A loved one, an opportunity, someone’s trust, maybe the wedding ring you still wear even after a shattering divorce, no matter how furious you still are
The loss decorates your soul with flames the color or ink and charcoal
It burns away all that was linked to or too near to what you lost
Forgetting something precious
Hated or dearly loved
Broken or shining
A dalliance, an old friendship, or possibly even just an old worn sweater
from your first day of kindergarten
It doesn’t hurt as much as loss because you don’t realize it has happened
But there is this cracked and crumbling sense of longing
When you desperately search in your pile of thoughts for that memory
But it’s gone now
Like the panic that grips you when you drop something tiny and treasured
And it’s gone forever, lurking in the shadows
But it is so much worse to forget than to lose
It might not be an agony that is quite as blaring and ****** as loss
But it is a different kind of excruciating pain that never ever fades
Like a dull ache
Because even if you lose something
and the anguish rakes its blood-caked fingernails down your heart
Every. Single. Day.
One moment long ago, you never wanted to forget it
And now that you have,
It’s too late to recall it.
…
Never forget what you have lost even if it is gone
Because if you do, your heart will never lose the stinging stabbing
of what you forgot.

Here it is Creep :) Thanks so much for the collaboration invite, and accepting my earlier collab. invite! Such a thought provoking concept. Plus it was fun! I'd love to do it again anytime!
-Ember

You have a bright smile
And you live in a dark world
Life will dim your shine one day
As your age goes up
Your hope will plummet down
Into an abyss of despair
I'm not going to tell you
It will always turn out
okay in the end
Because sometimes
It won't
But I believe you're strong enough to face it all
So I'll give you three words
To cling to through the darkness and the storms
That don't get better
Since some won't
I give you the strongest three words I can offer you
So be brave little warrior
I love you

REPOST IF YOU HAVE A LITTLE WARRIOR YOU LOVE IN YOUR LIFE
Please comment I love to read them!

Long Sleeves.
Always long sleeves.
Even the summer.


Who here gets it?

Les arbres et les ombres
Chuchotent au vent
Les épines sur les tiges des roses dans le parc
Sont juste un type de beauté différent

Icicles break my heart because they                                                      are like frozen teardrops that got
so absolutely freezing cold
They froze as sharp blades of ice
Until they eventually fall
And shatter

Please repost if your teardrops are frozen
Comment I love to read people's interpretations of my work!

They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
They're taking the hobbits to isengard!
THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD TO ISENGARD

“I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.
The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhh!”

“I could have killed you.”
“Or I could have killed you,”
he shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.”
“I don’t need an ocean—”
“Boys,” she interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”

"My fatal flaw. That's what the Sirens showed me. My fatal flaw is hubris."
"The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches?"
"No, Seaweed Brain. That's HUMMUS. hubris is worse."
"What could be worse than hummus?"

"How did you die?"
"We er... drowned in a bathtub."
"All three of you?"
"It was a big bathtub."

**Best chapter names:

I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher
2.Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death
3.Grover Unexpectedly Loses his Pants
4.My Mother Teaches Me Bullfighting
6.I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom
7.My Dinner Goes Up in Smoke
10.I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus
12.We Get Advice from a Poodle
16.We Take a Zebra to Vegas
17.We Shop for Water Beds

You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.”
“Yeah,” said , “but you, unlike me, are a ***.”

"You're dead "
"Funny, you'd think I'd have stopped walking around"

So light a fire!
Yes... of course... but there's no wood!
HAVE YOU GONE MAD! ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!

"How much for me?"
"5 galleons."
"I'm your brother"
"10 gallons!"

Blonde sweeping smooth and flawless hair
Nicest skin tone I've ever seen on a guy
Lovely, lovely eyes
Mildly unshaven upper lip
And I like that
Masculine features
Hell of a jawline
You always wear long sleeves
And gym black shorts
Sunglasses when it's sunny
My bus drives past you walking everyday after school
I have never seen you with friends
Or with anyone for that matter
You play basketball
And violin
You rarely smile
but when you do
I can't breathe
I notice all the little things about you
Most other girls wouldn't
And I like every one of them
I even like your name
But you haven't even given me a chance
How do you know I'm not for you
If you haven't even tested me out yet?

I really identify with goldilocks
Always somewhere she is unwelcome
Gets herself in trouble
Always chooses incorrectly first more than once
And gets burnt and frozen and hurt
Breaks everything she touches
And gets Injured in the process
Unintentionally crushes what isn't hers
Causing other people pain without meaning too
But It's too late to fix by time she does
And in the end
She always runs away
Never facing her fears
That's perfect description of me.

Goodbye.

With a period.

No: Ps

None of that: by the way I will always miss you

Zero: but ifs

I won't add an: unless...

To the end of this goodbye.

This one is forever

So when I see you again one day

Don't try to speak to me

Because you are not the you I used to know anymore

You have changed

I have said goodbye to you

You can't harm me or those I love anymore

You can't ***** up my whole life anymore

You are a stranger to me

...and I was always told not to talk to strangers.


Repost if you need to say goodbye to someone eternally.

Μισώ τον εαυτό μου
   και είμαι κολλημένος με τον εαυτό μου
   αλλά τουλάχιστον
   Δεν είμαι πλέον
   Κολλημένος ζουν μαζί σας
   Αδελφές για πάντα Σκύλα
   Και το εννοούσα
   αλλά σας
υπήρξαν
αποκήρυξαν

Lights go out
I lie on my back
Covers still cold
Room's pitch black
My thoughts become my own
Whete life's complications can't intrude
I plug In my music
I'm in one of those moods
A thousand thoughts run
through my mind
going back over memories
chasing parts of me I can't find
I run scenarios in my head
of stuff I know won't happen
but how I'd like things to go instead
Emotion locked in songs
And though some I wish I could I can't forget
I reopen the wound with the lyrics but it aches so beautifully with regret I don't really want to let go
Secretly I like this pain
Because it's almost like I take the past back
Like standing in the rain
I over think it all
Then brush aside the mess
Because I'm too tired to sleep
And it kinda starts to hurt less
I toss and turn under the sheets
Names and flashbacks echo off my thoughts
There's always someone my mind can't shake
Tying my sanity in knots
At last the darkness overtakes me
I fade out to something surreal left unscarred
This is me alone
Where I let down my guard

Okay, look. Guys. Boys. Men. Males.

I've tried to change myself
I've tried just being myself

I've tried to be perfect.
I've tried to be specifically IMperfect.

I don't know what guys want in a girl's personality.
I know most guys would prefer someone who is pretty
And I'm working on that.
But how do I ACT
I know people will say: Just be yourself!
But I have MANY different sides.
Do you like them to be secretive and mysterious?
Open and friendly, not hiding anything totally honest?
How do I ACT?
If you are a GUY it would be great if you wrote a poem
About how you would want your dream GIRL to act or to be
Or if you have already found your dream girl
What are the ways she acts that you like?
It might be fun for you to write poem about
And I'd love to read it
because I want to know
how to act
how to be
for someone to actually like me.
What do guys look for in girls?
I've read thousands of poems girls have written
About their dream guy
but what about girls?
Please let me know.
I want to learn how to be.
Also, I'm bored. :P

Winter frost whispers
Ice tracing the window pane
Shimmering silence

A baby’s laugh makes me smile
It always does
But this one was rather unsettling
Especially because
It was two o’clock in the morning
And I was home alone
The electricity was out
So why was there a ringing phone?
I pick it up and say hello
“You will die tonight” a voice growls and I quiver in fear
Because the phone is held up to the right side of my head
And the voice whispered into my left ear


Repost if you have a scary story!
Comment with your scary stories!!

You're a hardcover novel I can't seem to put down with charming tea stains on your pages, endearing creased corners and torn edges I look upon fondly but I can't open you far enough to break the bind of your spine. I’ll keep trying though as I soak in and inhale every toxically flawless inky letter you are composed of, scribbling quotes from your chapters onto my wrists so I feel like I always have you with me until I know your story inside and outside, forwards and backwards, by heart. You have and immensely lovely and irresistible sleeve around you and a fascinatingly stirring summary for your description on the back but I’m more interested in what’s inside. It’s an incomplete tale though so I hope I get the chance to rewrite the rougher parts like the heartbreaking paragraphs of your past and maybe I’ll get to be a co-author for typing out your happy ending.

Please repost if you have ever experienced or are experiencing the budding beginnings of puppy love
Please comment! I love to read any thoughts you have on my poetry or poetry itself as an art! :)

Five people in one day
Have asked me the same question
And I can’t help but laugh
At such a wild suggestion
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
They query in confusion
“I would have thought you would by now.” they say.
I’m amused at their peculiar delusions
“Why don’t I have a boyfriend?” I repeat.
Wondering what they’d ask such an obvious question for.
I turn to them, with a puzzled look
“Well, have you MET me before?” :D

Repost if people should be concerned about your level of sanity or if you just really like the repost button, or if- OSTRICH ATTACK!
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! 

What?
Oh no that's alright

I never liked my heart anyway

By all means, please
go ahead and beat the living hell out of that useless thing

all it does is get me into trouble anyways.

Please, go on

Rip it out of me and stomp on it

Pierce it with a poisoned blade

What do you care?

You don't know how that would feel

How could you?

You've always been

And will always be

HEARTLESS

He
is
a mystery novel
words in between the lines that I don't get
He
is
a foreign melody
but I don't know his lyrics yet

If I could learn to know that boy
the one who doesn't know my name
but I know his, and I hold my breath when he passes by
while kind of wishing he was doing the same
Maybe if I could get him alone in a room
the way I've wanted to all along
'cause
I
want to
know him
learn to know him
he's been echoing off my thoughts
for a little too long

Repost if you like someone who literally does NOT know you exist ;)
Or if you just really like reposting stuff. Then you feel free to do that :P
Please comment! I love to read interpretations on my work or stories you want to share or really any thoughts you have on anything really :)

Hello Poetry Support Group (collaboration between Ena Alysopriano and Ember Evanescent)


People of all ages sitting in a circle staring at the ground, ceiling, etc. a few twitching.


"Hi, I'm Fred."


"Hi Fred"


"I started this group because I found that I was on Hello Poetry 24/7. I got an account and I loved it. At first I was only on a little, posting one or two poems a day. But I loved it so much I began spending more time on it. It became a problem when I was fired for focusing on Hello Poetry instead of the heavy machinery I was operating. I was drinking so much coffee so I didn't have to sleep that I couldn't think straight. I began writing strange poems about adhesive sloths and grapes. My wife threatened to leave me if I didn't delete my account. I tried to stay off it but, it didn't work out. My wife took my kids and told me that I was too irresponsible. I responded with a limerick. She was very mad and left immediately after. I really want to stop being addicted to Hello Poetry and when I asked I got an overwhelming response from people who felt the same. If everyone could please introduce themselves in a clockwise direction."


"Hi… I'm… um… kittylover682"


"Hi kittylover682"


"So… I used to have a name, but now I can only remember my screen name. In fact, that is really the only part of my identity that remains. I miss obsessing over kitties and petting them, but now I just spend all my time on Hello Poetry. I used to have such a kitty-full life! I had so much potential! i made friends with every type of kitty, even new ones, i never discriminated. I met persian kitties, and alley kitties and tabby kitties and I went and pet them and showed them love… then i got kicked out of people's houses for sneaking in to pet their kitties… but my point is, kitties were my LIFE! And now, my life revolves around that little lightening bolt and i can only seem to speak in metaphors. That lightning bolt is the death of my heart, the thorn in my side, the electricity that warps my body and it just… it is a storm inside of my life. The agony when i see that my lightning bolt is not lit up with a notification… it is an undying fiery hell within my soul. I makes me want to… to… well, it makes me consider leaping off of cliffs or in front of trains… but the only thing that stops me is the hindering idea that I may have to get off of hello poetry for a few moments to go do that so I remain, under my bed on my computer, posting poetry, reading poetry, commenting, liking, reposting… its a VICIOUS CYCLE!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!!!!”


“Hi I’m DaPoet”


“Hi DaPoet”


“Like, kittylover682 I had a different name, but this is MUCH cooler. I don’t think I have a problem, because who says there is anything wrong with being a poet? Also I’m not a normal poet. All of my poems are also raps. I’m here because my mom thinks I have a problem. Apparently choosing poetry over sleep and school is not okay. I don’t understand her ‘logic’”


“Hi I’m DYING”


“Hi Dying”


“No, that’s not my name, who CARES what my name is?! I’m only still here and not on Hello Poetry right now because my sister has chained me to this chair and bolted it to the floor. She thinks I need help but I AM DYING! I need to get on it! I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM! I’M FINE! I’M FINE! GIVE ME BACK MY LAPTOP!”


“Please calm down.”


“Shut up Fred!

There once was a man named Fred,

who got it into his stupid head,

that people needed to be cured,

of the obsession with the written word,

and as soon as I get unchained FRED IS GOING TO BE DEAD!”


“Okay… please stop creating violent limericks on the spot. We have all been there, there IS a way out.”


“I DON’T WANT A WAY OUT! I HATE TO SHOUT, BUT WITHOUT A DOUBT YOU ARE A BIG DUMB LOUT!”


“Okay, stop making really ****** rhymes please.”


“Well then… GIVE ME BACK MY LAPTOP!”


“Okay… let’s just move on. We’ll come back to you. Next person, please go on, I’ll duct tape his mouth shut. Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver, after all.”


“Hi I’m…Sally”


“Excuse me, could you put down your phone while you introduce yourself?”


“No… Oh my gosh, Poetry is Life started trending!”


“I’m sorry what?”


“My fourth latest poem started trending!”


“YAY!” everyone claps and congratulates Sally


“No. No more Hello Poetry. We are supposed to stop obsessing over poetry and be cured from this addiction.”


“I don’t want to be cured.”


“I love Hello Poetry”


“Why don’t we change this to a spoken word club!”


“Yes!”


“Hi I’m DaPoet and I declare this a new spoken word club!”


“YAY!”


“No no no! I created this to-” Sally clubs Fred in the head with her phone and he drops dead


“YAY! FRED IS DEAD!”


“He was hit in the head”


“And we are now free”


“To write continuous poetry!”


“And become more obsessed instead!”


The end.



REPOST IF YOU REALLY NEED TO ATTEND THIS SUPPORT GROUP TOO LIKE US
PLEASE COMMENT! WE LOVE TO READ ANY THOUGHTS YOU HAVE!

Here is the thing
I don't give up easily
I don't let go easily
I am nowhere near done with you
I can try a million different things before I am
So if you are not interested in being more than friends with me
You better make it very clear to me very soon and very quickly
Because I still like you
I will still obsess over you
I will still freak out every time you pass by
Probably talk all my friends' ears off about how nice your eyes are
Probably smack their arm off when I see you near by going: hey! look! look! It's him!!
...yeah, all my friends are probably gonna end up deaf and physically disabled... also very homicidal towards me when it starts to get annoying that I am continuously causing the falling off of their limbs and ears.
I will still end up creating characters in stories who look just like you
because I really like you
and here is the thing
I don't really care if you like me back
I can hope that you might be willing to try to learn to
but in reality
I just like you
because you are you
beyond your looks
I barely know you
I would really like to get to know you better
and that will be all I can think about for a long time, guaranteed
because here is the thing
I don't give up easily
and I really, really like you

He says he likes to watch
Raindrops roll down the glass

Watch me cry then
I'm made of glass

He spoke with an accent
He was warm and strong and free
He never gossiped he didn't like chocolate
And in the way I liked him... he didn't like me.
Playfully we threw dandelions
Back and forth laughing that day
What he didn't know
Was that I wished for him on every seed he threw my way
I liked the way he laughed
I liked his ironically chocolate eyes
But most of all I liked his soul
I liked how he never told me lies
But my friend liked him first
Per usual I place last
But I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I'm used to blending in with the shadows I cast
He even called me pretty once
He didn't mean it though
When my friend told him I liked him
He simply said: I know

You asked me if there's anything else  you should know about me
I told you no
you didn't see me hesitate
before I said that though

I suppose that's the trouble with typed out words
I suppose that's why I didn't see
before it was too late to learn that you hesitated
                when it
                        came
                            to me

Buzz Buzz*
I casually unlock my phone
Probably my friend
Maybe my mom...again. -_-
No rush, no worries
Then I see HIS name
My brow sweats
My hands clench
Terror and dread courses through my veins
I choke back a screech of surprise and fear
I swallow hard
And blink a couple times
Rereading the name
Clearing my head
Soothing myself
Trying to remain calm
That boy
The one who caused me
So much humiliation
Who hurt me
A while ago
Who dropped me
Because I was always
His second option
I see his name
Hey how are you?
He says
I wait, about half an hour
But finally I answer with: I'm okay
Just okay? he says
My mind is hissing with furious remarks
Don't pretend like you care
How dare you ignore me for this long
Then suddenly give me a heart attack out of no where
Idk I'm alive
Barely. But I don't say that.
I told him back then
When I liked him so much
He was irresistible
Sadly, that is fairly true
But I'll make an honest effort
Because I don't have time
For his lies

Well, I did want to feel something, I guess.
That is what I asked for.
Now I'm shaking so bad I can't even play the piano.
Just when I was happy too.

I find when I am told
To only highlight the important parts
The entire thing ends up highlighted
Because I can’t tell what is vital
I can’t tell apart what I need to understand and what I can’t dwell on
So I end up spending all my time
On what isn’t important
And then time slips by
And when it really matters
I haven’t spent my time on the right stuff
Same as in life
I obsess of details that seem important
Until they are put to the test
And what others had to say about me
Was all I cared about back then
I didn’t feel worthy of life
And I genuinely wanted to die
But now I realize
I shouldn’t have dwelled on that
I shouldn’t have let their judgemental loathing for me
Consume me the way it did
And now I want to live
But I can never get back that time I lost
That time I wasted
On someone else’s ignorant opinion
I can’t take back the things I did
The things I thought
The pain I felt
But it was self-inflicted harm
And not by knives or scissor blades
But by my own highlighting
I hurt myself
Because I placed so much value
On what they thought of me
Highlighting all the wrong things
Because no matter how much they hated me
Regardless what level of derision lived in their thoughts about me
And disgust at my looks
and amused at my pathetic personality (as far as they were concerned)
It was all meaningless
But I let it matter
And that was my fault
No one else’s
I always seem
To highlight the meaningless

Repost if you Highlight the Meaningless
Please comment I love to read your thoughts on anything really :)

I honestly kind of thought it would hurt more when we parted forever but I miss you in the way someone misses their old house after a move.
If they went back to it, it would look basically the same on the outside but the house wouldn't be at all the same on the inside. The new inhabitants would have changed everything since they'd been gone. Walls that once hung photographs and other captured memories would be eerily bare. The air wouldn't have the same warmth because it's set at a different temperature now, and worst of all the people that were always kept safely inside the house will not be there anymore. I t would be the same house, but not the same house at all. Not the same home, anyway. It's quite the same with you. You look the same but are not inside. Parts of you are missing, precious memories you held and treasured have faded, you've grown cold inside and you don't hold the same people you used to love in your heart anymore. People like me. You are the same girl, but not the same person. I'll miss you, the old you, but I lost the old you a long, long time ago.

Glistening starlight
Piercing the chilling darkness
Eerie and haunting

Repost if you have found "starlight-hope" in a time of darkness
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or any thoughts you have, really! :)

If you were a shrub, you would be a good shrub!

Hello! SNIFF You smell different when you're awake! (Courtesy of Kollitiki)

I hate a lot of people, but you are not one of them. I also hate ducks. WOW do I ever hate ducks.

Hi there! Will you marry me?

Wanna come over to my place? I'll show you all 89.3 of my cats!

Hey babe, you wanna buy me a drink? Oh, no just water. I'm not allowed alcohol in this bar since the chainsaw incident last month with my exboyfriend....

Look babe, I know this sounds like one of those fake sobs stories made up to get you laid, but how about coming home with me? I have a terminal illness and it would just make my life complete if you would come home with me. Thank you so much baby, bless your soul. Oh, what illness? Ummm ...leprosy....

Tries to be seductive with scalp and elbows

I LOVE YOUR FAAAACE!!!!!!! (Courtesy of the ever brilliant Spencer Craig)

Your left eyebrow is ****.

I don't care about my dates having good hair or a lack of BO, so you and I should date.

HIIIIIIIII I BAKED YOU A SALAD!!!

Here is a fire extinguisher gorgeous ;) .......Sorry for lighting you on fire...

Hey babe, did anyone ever tell you? Your eyes are as green as um those green sticky note thingies they sell at Walmart, and your hair is the color of frying pans.

Hey cute thing, wanna hear a fun fact? It is physically impossible to lick your elbow. Well, I mean, for you. I meant to say it is physically impossible for YOU to lick your elbow, I could lick your elbow if I wanted, that would be physically possible. (demonstrates your ability to lick the "cute-thing's" elbow) HEY WAIT COME BACK!

HEY! WANNA SEE MY SNOWMAN COLLECTION???????

I have your name tattooed on my ****, wanna see? (Courtesy of The Girl Who Loved You)

Did you fall from heaven? Cause you look a little banged up... (Courtesy of The Girl Who Loved You)

I was so scared to do it
So terrified in fact that I created a script
How’s that for pathetic?
You actually mostly stuck to the script
Which was nice
I stumbled on a few lines
Even though I was the only one who actually knew the script
And the one who wrote it
How’s that for sad?
I thought it seemed like it was going okay
I’ve seen you around
You don’t have a lot of friends with you most of the time
Any, actually
And for some reason
I have always found unpopularity attractive
How’s that for unusual?
Maybe because I never was popular
Or maybe because I hate the Populars for how they treated me
Or maybe because the Populars have their own little culture they’ve created among themselves
With values like drugs, alcohol, cigarettes
And beliefs that they are above everyone else
I’m just not into that
You aren’t outspoken
You don’t say too much
And I want to unlock you
You are so quiet
Like a secret I’d love to unravel
I’d take mysterious over excessively confident any day
But I don’t really get to pick and choose
I’m not the pretty type who has that option
Still, I took a chance
How’s that for stupid?
I decided to go and just do it
Because I figured you were worth the risk
You were musical
And athletic
Physically attractive (although, that isn’t my priority)
Nice eyes
Really, really nice eyes
And quiet
I really liked you and hoped maybe I could have a slight chance with you
How’s that for incredibly dumb and delusional?
So I thought it was turning out okay
And when I did it
When I finally gave it to you
You smiled at me
And said Alright
You know what
Why did you have to smile?
That was cruel
If you were planning on just leaving me hanging
For 95 hours and 58 minutes (yes I've kept count it is really pathetically sad)
If would have been less painful if you had rejected me up front
To my face
Refused to even accept my number
Told me you were not interested
It would have been better if you had even just said
…um okay…
Then I might not have gotten my hopes up
Like I promised myself I wouldn’t
And of course I couldn’t help myself as usual
I almost wish you had said something hurtful
Cruel
Told me I was worthless and ugly
And you didn’t want to be seen anywhere near me
Then it would have been easier
To make myself not like you
If I knew you were an unkind
It’s just that you are not
And I guess I just misinterpreted
The way you acted
I guess I mistook your actions
I really thought you would at least text me
Even just to be friends
Even just out of politeness
But you didn’t
And I blame myself
And the funny thing is
I don’t regret it
At all
I don’t regret taking that risk
Even though it didn’t work out
But I really wish it had worked out
I still find myself hoping
That maybe you lost my number
Maybe there is still hope
Maybe you could change your mind
How’s that for wishful thinking?

How to cook a gourmet (whatever the hell that means) dinner:

Step 1: Send your boyfriend a text inviting him over for a romantic, candlelit home-cooked gourmet dinner.

Step 2: Remember that you are forever alone and don’t have a boyfriend.

Step 3: Go buy mass amounts of chocolate and cry about it.

Step 4: Get over it and invite over your grandmother instead.

Step 5: Preheat the oven to 975 degrees

Step 6: Freak out about the fire in your oven and turn it off.

Step 7: Open all your doors to let the smoke out.

Step 8: Get out all the ingredients you need for the recipe you are
following.

Step 9: End up eating most of the ingredients before you even get to
use them.

Step 10: Spill oil and wine all over your recipe book (umm pffft the
wine is TOTALLY one of the ingredients, that’s why you had it out… heh heh… yeah…)

Step 11: Panic and try to dry it off by taking the book outside and waving it around.

Step 12: Watch in horror as all the pages in your book tear and fly off
into the wind.

Step 13: Chase hopelessly after the pages down the block screaming
swear words and having a heart attack.

Step 14: Politely smile and wave awkwardly at your neighbour who
hates you.

Step 15: Yell an apology across the street to that other neighbour who
REALLY doesn’t like you with the little five year old daughter who is
now repeating all of your colorful vocabulary words you just yelled.

Step 16: Reluctantly accept the fact that your recipes are gone. And also
that you have just contributed to the global problem of littering the
streets.

Step 17: Walk back to your smoke-scented house in shame.

Step 18: Look through pictures of scrumptious-looking meals on
Pinterest.

Step 19: Get inspired and decide to put your brilliant idea of creating your own recipe into action.

Step 20: Get out your frying pan and throw a bunch of random ingredients in.

Step 21: Put out yet another fire and realize that marshmallows, sprinkles, raisins, baking soda, orange peels and liquid gasoline probably wouldn’t have tasted very good together anyway.

Step 22: Wonder what the hell is wrong with you.

Step 23: Get distracted by the television for half an hour.

Step 24: Try to microwave 2 week old mac and cheese you forgot to
throw out.

Step 25: Watch as your microwave malfunctions and spontaneously
combusts.

Step 26: Decide to clean it up later because you just cannot even deal
with it right now.

Step 27: Fill a *** with water to make pasta and try to boil the water.

Step 28: Somehow manage to burn the water.

Step 29: Wonder how that even happened?!!!!

Step 30: Give up and call the pizza delivery guy.

Step 31: When you grandmother arrives have her take a seat in the
kitchen.

Step 32: Call an ambulance when she has a heart attack seeing the mess
in your kitchen.

Step 33: Get ready to leave and drive after the ambulance to the
hospital with your grandmother once the pizza arrives so you can
bring it with you. Get a call from the pizza place.

Step 34: Listen to the manager explain that your pizza spontaneously
burst into flames in the oven and they are terribly sorry there will be a
delay in the delivery due to this.

Step 35: Pass out.

Step 1: Take a breather. Don't start going insane and terrorizing the city with chainsaws. That is in a later step. Go have a cup of tea. Calm. If you're cold go get a blanket. Think warm thoughts. Imagine you are on fire. Okay, actually never mind, don't do that.

Step 2: Go back to your computer and hold down the off button until it completely shuts off.

Step 3: Scream obscenities at your laptop, kick it and drop it off the roof.

Step 4: Wonder why it isn't turning on.

Step 5: Call your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany. Ask him for help. Apologize for thinking she was a man and explain the ****** hair in the pictures and her extremely deep voice were misleading. Say hello a couple times into the receiver before accepting she has hung up on you.

Step 6: Send your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany a basket of muffins with a heartfelt apology note written in Korean, to prove you are multi-cultural.

Step 7: Hug your computer and stroke it creepily whispering: Awwww who’s a good laptop?

Step 8: Dump a bucket of water on your computer when it STILL doesn’t turn on. That’ll teach it.

Step 9: Cry about your hair not being shiny enough. Get distracted by a butterfly. Wonder why there is a butterfly in the middle of the arctic. Wonder why you are in the arctic and how you got there.

Step 10: Feed your stupid meany-pants laptop to a polar bear.

Step 11: RUN in terror from the hungry polar bear with indigestion that you have just *******.

Step 12: Get your chainsaw and go terrorize the nearest village.

Step 13: Send that village a basket of muffins and a heart-felt apology note written in gibberish so they are impressed by the fact that you are fluent in Gibberish.

(OPTIONAL STEP 14: Send that polar bear a basket of muffins. Just to be nice.)

How to deal with an addiction to hellopoetry:

Step one: Admit you have a problem

Step two: Start by limiting your time on it

Step three: Join a support group and share your feelings

Step four: Have the people in the support group talk to you about quitting hellopoetry.

Step 5: Slaughter everyone within a 10 mile radius with a chainsaw and go back on hellopoetry

Step 6: When the police knock on your door offer to help them sign up for hellopoetry.

Step 7: Creepily pet your chainsaw like a cat.

Step 8: Never mind, I'm too busy on hello poetry

It never hurts to be kind.

So sacrifice a little of your time just to be kind.

It never hurts to say hello.

So sacrafice a little of your comfort just to say hello.

It almost always  hurts to say goodbye.

But you gotta sacrifice your past sometimes to have a future so sacrifice your relief from pain and just. Say. Goodbye....

I bet she's tall and pretty
I bet she doesn't even need makeup to be stunning
I bet she stays up late with you and sends you late night texts
I bet you two get drunk and high together
I bet she has no qualms about sending you **** pictures of herself
I bet she is in the "popular" crowd
I bet she doesn't complicate everything
I bet she has never cut herself or tried to **** herself or starved herself
and I have done all three
I bet she is everything you ever wanted
I bet she is someone you would miss like crazy if she left you
I bet you barely remember my name
I am the one who sits at home and reads with a cup of tea and a hoodie on
She is the one who goes out and parties, gets drunk and high and strips
I wish you would miss me
Just a little bit

The problem is
If I still starved and cut
People would care
Because I would be destroying my outer-self
They don't care that you are anorexic and depressed
As long as you don't bring physical harm to your body
The pain inside never matters because they can't see it
Well I hate my face
I hate everything about my body
My ugly arms and legs
Scarred, dry, cracked, ******
Ugly ugly ugly
Face too square
Unfeminine jawline
Eyebrows too thick
Nose too wide
Hair too bland
Eyes the color of dried blood
And ugly ugly brown
There is nothing I can do though that hurts me
When I try to fix it
The worst thing I could do
Would be to put on too much make up
They can't see how much I hate my f*cking ugly self
But I can't hurt myself
So it doesn't matter
Who cares
Ugly can't be diagnosed
So clearly I am not ill in the mind
I am just ugly
Only no one pays attention
To that
Because they can't see that pain
The way they could when I could count all my ribs
And I slashed my wrists
They can't see it
And I can't either
But I can FEEL IT
Even if it doesn't hurt on the outside
It hurts on the inside

I AM A F!CKING FAILURE OF A FRIEND
I AM SO SORRY THEARA

At some point
You care far too much
About not caring that
You spend all your time
Not caring about caring
Until you finally care
But you care so much about not caring
You care enough to not admit
That you care since you care so much
About not caring that you don't care about
not caring that you care.

All that is true for me.
After hearing the echoing of that same word, does the word "care" now confuse your mind?

That's how I feel about your name now.

I've heard it echo in my thoughts too many times
And the meaning has now detached itself
from the sound.

Because everytime I don't care that I care
about not caring that I care
Your name slowly carves itself deeper
In my soul

I changed my mind.
I'm not doing it anymore.
I don't need to add anything else to everything that's drowning me.
Two weeks would be hell
And I don't think it will make me happy.
I just won't be happy period.
There's not much I can do about that.

You’re an icicle
So flawless and beautiful
But so cold to me

Repost if someone wonderful is cold to you
Please comment I love to read anything you have to say, stories, thoughts, interpretations, anything :)

I dare you to read this poem
start to finish and ponder its words
allow it to linger there in your churning thoughts
and not let it flutter off with the wind and the birds
I dare you to write a response
a poem from you to me
to answer the questions a pose in this poem
consider them carefully
Why is love so impossibly complex?
Why is time so quick to slip by?
Why do people change their mind
and curse and cheat and lie?
Why is the world so angry
Why do regrets ache so bad?
Why is it we must lose it all
before we know what we had?
Why do we get attached
and learn to care TOO much?
and yearn for unknown souls to intertwine
yet recoil at a stranger's touch?
Why do we fear so badly
emotion, love, and the risks we never take?
Why do we waste the chances we get
terrified of making a mistake?
I dare you, answer me these riddles
Humanity still struggles to figure out
for the non-existent answer
lies between reason and doubt.

I’d like to write a love poem.
For tea has ceased to give me joy.
And in the past, one of the only things that has,
Has been feelings for a boy.
I know that sounds pathetic,
Like Disney commercials have seized my mind,
But sometimes focussing on something lovely as opposed to my own self-loathing,
Is the only relief I can find.
I’d like to write a love poem
And yet I know I cannot.
For the boy who sees me as nothing but a game,
Is the only one my heart has got.
I’d like to write a love poem
For someone other than him
Whose head is filled with textured thoughts,
And heart is filled with kindness, to the rim
I’d like to write a love poem
Telling of how I adore
His endless eyes, his glistening soul
But his rough edges even more.
I’d like to write a love poem,
But the more I think it through
I realize that I’ll never have anyone
To address my love poem to

Somedays I wish





you and I




would get caught alone

in a life and death situation where nothing matters anymore and any responsibilities or complications that used to exist have faded because we are going to die anyway so I could find out what is really on your mind, so I could tell you everything, because why not at that point? So I could tell you everything I've done, how I really feel and why I did so many things, everything that has happened to me, and hope that maybe, in our last moments of life, you would understand.

I don't like good dreams because when I wake up I realize how impossible what my mind just made up really is.

If I can find a guy who will watch "When Harry Met Sally" with me, without complaint, and will be okay with me talking through the entire movie, at 1 AM on a weekday even though we both have to work in the morning with tea, chocolate, and a fuzzy blanket, while I wear ugly sweats and an oversized hoodie with no make up and messed up hair, and somehow, if he can still find me beautiful at that moment, I know I've found the one.

If I ever have a daughter
I will tell her she is so beautiful every ****** day
So she can never forget, even if she doesn't believe.

If I ever have a daughter
I will listen to everything she wants to tell me, every freaking little thing even when I don't really care all that much about the topic even when her problems are really small because I know they are massive to her and I know if you don't listen when they tell you the unimportant things like what color boots everyone but her was wearing, she will stop telling the important things like how she has pretty much stopped eating altogether, sleeps with a blade under her matress and keeps a pill bottle in her sock drawer just in case the unexplainable numbness that won't leave her gets to be too much.

If I ever have a daughter
I will actually spend time with her
So that she and I have memories to look back on
Of things we did together
So I am her mother to her
But also someome she can trust
Not just the lady who feeds her