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Fel Mar 2014
When you were born you were not alone
Nothing was carved into the stone quite yet but don't forget
You heard someone say, "It won't get better than this!"
That was the sound of your father
As he held you up to your mother
No one will ever know, a love as pure as the one that you felt right then

They held you up, they held you up
And everybody else they fell to the wayside
This is the start of the beginning
The prologue to the tale that you're spinning
A million synonyms will never come close to describe the feeling

Don't ever leave, 'cause if you do dear, I guarantee that you'll regret the day you did
And you'll miss all the simple things
And you'll see everything you ever loved start fading 'till there's nothing left, oh oh

And I believe that every broken bone is meant to be
And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before
And I see the things that I pretend that I don't see
And I keep them in my head love, if only for memories

So now you're young and you feel alone
Despite friends family and all the good things now surrounding you
You can't help thinking, "Oh there's gotta be some more to do"
When all the things that you cherish
Turn into burdens then there is
No other path to take, you know what you got to do but you don't know how

They'll hold you back, they'll hold you down
And you kinda feel bad but you know that you gotta get out
This is your pain your dilemma
Do you stay in the town where they raised ya
Or will you sail away
Pull the anchor and go heading for the come what may

You have to leave
'Cause if you don't dear
You'll never see the things you read about in books
You saw the films and you were hooked
But everything you want won't come to you
You realize now that you gotta go see this through

And I believe that every broken bone is meant to be
And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before
And I see the things that I pretend that I don't see
And I keep them in my head love, if only for memories

So now you're all raised, on your own
Two souls, to put yourself at home
You finally settled down
You've seen the world but your heart never left this town
They have the eyes of your mother
The kind of crooked teeth of their father
No one will ever know, a love as pure as the love that you feel for them

You'll hold them up, you'll hold them up
And everybody else should fall to the wayside
There is no end no beginning
On this merry-go-round we call living
Someday you will return, every single ounce of the love you were given

Someday they'll go
And when they leave home
You will be grateful for the lesson that you learned
You had to travel half the world
To realize what you knew all along
That everything will end up where it belongs

And I believe that every broken bone is meant to be
And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before
And I see the things that I pretend that I don't see
And I keep them in my head love, if only for memories
THIS NOT MY WORK. It is just a song that I feel really connected to. I feel that everyone should read these amazing lyrics. It's by Streetlight Manifesto, or Toh Kay for the acoustic version. I OWN NO PART OF THESE WORDS
Fel Mar 2014
What color describes
The love between
You and me?

I'd say purple

Our love,
It's not quite red
It's more like blue
But not all the way

Cause sometimes we're hot
And I feel the red hot electricity
And you can see it in my face

But we're also sometimes cold
And I feel the indifference from the blue of your eyes
And you can see me drawing back

But the cycle goes over an over
All in all
It never stops
Red
To blue
To red
To blue

So I'd say purple
Such a lovely color
Wouldn't you agree?

And let's stay here
In our purple little romance
And live out our days
Under purple skies

Just you and me.




(Plus, you look pretty hot in purple)
Fel Mar 2014
**** these seats
How close they are
Yet seem miles away
Make me that much further away from you

**** the arm rest
How it segregates
My body from yours
Keeping me from you

**** the dark
How it's never quite dark enough
For me to feel confident
And truly alive with you

**** the others
How they inturrupt us
And take your attention
Away from me

**** my hands
How they're sweaty and shake
Unable to take yours in mine
Cause I'm a coward

**** the time
How it slips away
Like sand in an hourglass
The sand is gone in the blink of an eye

And **** me
How I ruin everything
Like the chance to get close to you
I let it all go to waste again
Fel Mar 2014
Poetry
Poetr
Poet
Poe
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Ple
Plea
Plea
Pleas
Please
Please?
Fel Mar 2014
Dear graduate
Class of 2013

I hate you.
Probably more than anyone I've ever met
I hate you
I hate you so much
I want to tattoo it on you
Tattoo my hate
In bright red ink
Right on your forehead
So everyday
When you snicker at others
They can see
The hate I have for you
So everyday
When you look at the waste you call yourself in the bathroom mirror
You can remember
How you made my life hell
How I never felt good enough
Because of you
I didn't fit in
You called out all my flaws
Made me feel like an idiot
Talked **** about me
And called yourself a Saint.
Ha, no.
You know,
Even if you ever say sorry
(Which you'll never get the chance to,
Cause if you come face to face with me ever again
You'll come face to face with cold concrete
And a ****** face)
I won't accept your apologies
Never.
Not a one.
Because I hate you
I want you to burn in hell
Even if you become some great guy
No
I'll still hate you.
Til the day I die
I'll roll in my grave in hate
I'll be on the other side of heaven
STILL hating you
You've ruined your own name for me
If I ever meet another person with the same name
I'll only see your face
And hear your snickers
And feel the hate
I feel for you

Please,
Do yourself a favor
And *******.

Hatefully,
The Freshman Girl You Tormented Your Senior Year
This is a hate letter (obviously) to the senior boy that I can't think about without pulling up a face of disgust. This boy made my life hell my freshman year of high school, making me feel like a idiot ****-up all the time. I'm so elated he graduated last year, and that I'll never have to see his stupid blue eyes ever again.
Fel Mar 2014
There comes a point in your life

When you find someone you love

And you realize

They could do anything

Look like anything

Become in any way handicapped

Lose their hair

Get wrinkly

Get fat

And you would still love them

No matter what.
And that's when you realize that you can see yourself growing old with them. I think that's true love.
Fel Mar 2014
Before school: Seminary
The religious class
That's optional
If I don't care about being harassed by church leaders
Otherwise,
I have to deal with it.
But I kinda like it
The teacher's nice
A little too cheery
Being it six o'clock in the morning
But nonetheless,
I love her to death
And the people,
They're kind.
I've got some band family in there
We three sit in the back
The Italian French horn player
And the Ginger fellow trombone player
(And I reserve them those names
With only but love)
And they're my buds
I love them so.

1st hour: Band
My favorite
The best
Above everything else
Nothing could compare
What, with those wonderful people
My wonderful family
Of a little under 300
And their wonderful faces
And wonderful talents
And wonderful personalities
And the boy
The beautiful boy
The One
He's there
And my friends
They're all there
Almost everyone I love
They're there.
(Plus,
I like the program, too)

2nd hour: Jazz Band
Second best
Not as great as first
Still band
But not band
I'm worse here
But I like these people
They're the "ultra family"
The ones who are always there
The true band geeks
Who take this shot
Twice a day
Two times in a row
Like me
And I like it.

3rd hour: English
I love my teacher
The only "Ms."
On my entire schedule
She's awesome
But drowns me in work
I can't deal
I hate this class
I'm smart enough to get everything
But too lazy to do anything
Passed a semester with a D
Failed both quarters,
Aced the final exam
This shows my intelligence,
And shows my disobedience
And I like the people here too
Not as much as the earlier
But they're nice all around

4th hour: Chemistry
Indifference.
I used to feel that in this class
But the Other caught my eye
The one I'd known for four years
And made me enjoy it
(Made my grades go down a little, too)
But he's nice
Talks to me about music and such
While everyone else there annoys the **** out of me
I hate everyone there
Save it be three kids
And the teacher
Everyone there is annoying
Which is fine
I've got headphones for that
And the boy
I've got him too

Lunch
My closer friends
Members of the family
Who talk about
Anything
And everything.
Mostly band,
Boys,
And school
But they're nice to have around
And I love the three of them
Very very dearly
Even if one or two
Occaisionally get on my nerves

5th hour: World History
I like this class
It has the most members of the family
Outside of 1st hour
Plus the Other
He's in here again
And I sit behind him
And he helps me on my work
And the Ginger
And the Italian;
They're all in here
So it makes for a fun class
And my teacher,
He's pretty funny
Can joke around with everyone
Sounds a bit gay
(I'm not being mean,
Literally EVERYONE says that)
But its still pretty nice

6th hour: Algebra II
I used to like math
But now I hate it
Thanks to the wonderful thing
Invented by Muslim scholars
Yes,
The wonderful (hateful) art of Algebra
That is a horrible end to my school days
But the class is dope
This teacher is the best
He's so freaking chill
Just yesterday,
We sat around
And he told us about his life
And gave us this giant pep talk about life
Giving us advice
Cause he's a coach
And he gets us
(Graduated but a decade earlier
In the very same school he teaches at)
But he's awesome
Doesn't mind I skip out
A couple minutes early
Or get in class
A couple minutes late
He's just the best
And the people of that class?
A little closer to my 4th hour
Than all my others
And there's a boy in there
Annoys me everyday it seems
Trying to flirt;
I think he likes me?
Oh well
The class is awesome

And I like them all
In their own ways
They're all good
I dunno. I just felt like writing about my schedule for whatever reason. Enjoy learning about my day
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