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Forgotten Dreams May 2014
You abandoned me when I was low,
Said I needed to remember my problems were my own.
You thought I didn't know that
I was reminded everyday...
When I woke and your weren't with me...
When I slept and your weren't there...

I know you must have forgotten me,
I doubt that you even cared...
But if you ever read this,
there's one thing I'd like to share.
I know now my problems are mine,
I struggle with them everyday.
But now I tell no one,
Because I cannot deal with losing anyone ever again...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I remember when we met;
You stood in that classroom,
And all I thought was...
"She is going to annoy me"
It turns out you do...
But no matter how many times I **** you off,
Or you annoy me to death...
We tried to remain friends...

But lately your changing...
Or maybe its me...
We're becoming more different.
It's harder for us to relate.
I find myself wondering why...
Why we're still friends...?
Why I put up with you?
Why you stick with me...?

I thought I might be going mad,
It's always been a possibility...
I thought I was being pedantic
But the arguments are always the same...

I came to decision today,
About why we're still friends.
It's not because we click,
Nor because we get along...
It's more to do with how we don't...

You drive me crazy,
And I probably do the same for you.
But no matter what we're both there...
Through thick and thin.
So...
No matter how much you hate me...
No matter how many times I tell you to go away...
We'll still be together...

*For Kate
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Dear Bully,

Yeah, you made it clear you don't care,
but what you do...well it hurts...
I don't know what I did to you,
But I'm sorry because it must have been bad.
You push me around and treat me like ****,
And I don't say no because I must deserve this.

Bully, I no longer care what you do to me,
Because I am not worth fighting...
But, when I finally give in...
Please don't say you're sorry...
Forgotten Dreams Dec 2014
It's so easy to forget,                                            Then suddenly... gone
Let thoughts just slip away...                      a      I agree though,
Let them fade into non-existence.                   w      It's sad
Or at least that's how people play it.            a                  Sad how easy it is
Honestly...                                                   ­                        To pretend to
If you try to forget something,                            t        care
The more it just sticks with you.       a                                  love
Anything you want to remember...              o            dream
Well, that just seems to slowly f            l                                     forget


But that's all life really is, isn't it?
                                                             ­                       One big old **pretence
Dear Blank Challenge 2014. Written for Mikayla Hughes in response to her wonderful poems (check them out they're great)
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Dear Random Strangers,
            
Your sideways glances and whispered remarks have been noticed.
What you think has no effect actually means the world.
I would like to ask you...
No...Beg you...
To please stop judging me because of the marks on my wrist,
Allow me the chance to tell you my story,
Before you put the damaged book in the trash.
I know my corners are dog-ear,
Yes some pages are ripped,
And my cover is torn and scratched.
But looks can be deceiving.

Random Stranger, I know we haven't met
But every time one person disregards me,
It becomes more easy to believe I am trash,
And it makes me want to throw myself away...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Dear Random Stranger,

I don't think you understand,
How much what you did means...
By stopping for a single moment,
And actually caring...
Well it kinda changed me.
I can't fully express my gratitude,
For I have never been great with words...
But that single moment changed my future...

So, although it barely brushes the surface...

**Thank You
I know I've already wrote a poem called this but this one is from a completely different angle aimed at one person who unknowingly talked me out of completely giving up
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I promised only butterflies...
But that promise I cannot keep.
For inside my head there's a wailing..
A screeching...
I just want it to stop...                                         y
It wants pain..it'll stop for pain..         a
But I promised only butterflies..             w
And I don't want them to drift   *a
Forgotten Dreams Dec 2014
If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You might even meet your demise
Because today’s the day they all have their picnic.

Every last one who's been cruel to you is sure of a treat today
There's lots of innocent thoughts to ruin and many dreams crush
Anywhere possible, where nobody sees they'll taunt and slice as long as they please
That's the way they all have their picnic
Picnic time for them all
They're all having a lovely time today
Watching, waiting for the perfect time...
They see you gaily gad about
You loved to play and shout
You never had any cares
But at six o'clock your Mummy and Daddy can't take you home at all
'Cause all you are is their dead little victim.

If you go down to the woods to day,
You better not go alone.
It's alluring down in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.
For every bully or abuser or hater or cheater ever there was will gather there for certain
Because...
**Today’s the day the ones that ruined your life will have their picnic...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Oh benevolent One,
One who loves us as all over the World
People Suffer.

Today in Uganda women who show any signs of being gay are repeatedly ***** by soldiers

Is that Love?

Lord you omnipotent force...
A force which sits by as wars destroy
People and Places

Up to this day 162,400 innocent people have died in the Syrian Uprising

Is that what you do with Power?

Mighty omnipresent God,
A God which sips on wine in heaven,
While children die due to lack of water...

4000 children die every day, because they simply don’t have access to an adequate supply of clean water

How can you just Watch?

So All Mighty One,
You are no God in my eyes.
If there is a heaven,
I'd rather rot in hell,
Than look that God in the eye...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I could never be a poet,
I don't seem to have a way with words.
They don't flow like a river...
Or come to me on a breeze...
I just stumble upon them,
Purely by mistake.

I could never be a poet,
Because my work is just for me.
Call me selfish...or stupid...
To both I would agree,
Because I seem to spout stupidity,
And I keep it all to me...

I could never be a poet,
My words are not beautiful nor smart,
So I look to you in awe,
Your words drifting along,
Fitting together perfectly...
Because you, my friend, are a Poet.
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...

I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...

I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.
Judge away... I'm trying to not care... No matter how much I do ...
Forgotten Dreams Jul 2014
You told me you trusted me,
Made me think we were okay.
Stroking my hair and smiling,
Like forever would be this way.

But then things changed,
You said I wouldn't understand...
Treated me like I wouldn't care
If you pushed me away...

I tried talking...
But my words never seem to make sense.
They don't fall into place...
Not like your lies...

The thing is darling,
I actually cared...
But when you push someone away,
Eventually they'll just let go...
Someone close to me asked me to write about them...I don't think this is what they meant but it's what came to mind
Forgotten Dreams Sep 2014
Innocent lives
Told there's no hope
Hope for life, for happiness
Innocent lives
Nobodies there
Kind words all but forgotten
Innocent lives
Lives not worth living
Lives to be given up on?
Giving up...the easy option for those
Innocent Lives
Vertical drop onto concrete pavement
Eager watchers there only for self gain
Until there's the need for help by your side they'll stay
Pacing, plotting waiting for the day...
The day you'll give up
One life
One chance.

I think I'd give up too...
Just a poem I was forced to write in English (And yep I'm aware of the awfulness of it) but I guess seeing as I haven't put anything up in aggggeeeessss I might as well put it up.
Forgotten Dreams Aug 2014
1
Falling
2
Help me
3
I can't control this
4
No one can hear me
5
I should let go
6
Falling
7
Not worth it
8
Drowning
9
Breathing
10
*Still Living
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
It's nice to be able to forget,
and act like nothing happened.
But my memory seems to hate me,
The things I try hardest to forget haunt me,
The things I cling to seem to just slip away...

The way I told you I didn't care,
When all I wanted to do was hold you close,
And never let you leave me again...

The time you saw my scars,
How you flinched as if they hurt you,
And couldn't quite look me in the eye...

I see forgetting as a gift,
I wish I could just fall asleep,
*And forget we ever happened...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
People ask me why I do not believe in God, so this isn't a poem just an explanation for my borderline-blasphemous atheist views. All over the world people suffer: children are abused, women *****, men tortured. Yet people still trust a happy grandfather up in the skies to make their lives perfect. Yeah, people say that heaven is this great place but why do people on earth have to suffer to get there? Okay, some religions believe in sinning, but isn't it a sin to watch as 4,000 children die every single day just because they don't have enough water?  If there actually turns out to be a God, I would honestly rather rot in hell for eternity than sit up there being happy whilst people down here suffer...

So yes, I do not believe in an omnibenevolent God that sits in the skies, because if he loved everyone then why let his "children" suffer?
omnibenevolent definition: all loving
Forgotten Dreams Aug 2014
One Step
The only way is forwards
One Path
The only one I'll take
One Destination
The only one I'll get to
One Life
The only one I've got
One Chance
The only one I should need
One Shot*
To ****... or to succeed
So yeah I took a bit of a break from writing and this it all I could come up with at three in the morning.. Not great I am aware but better than nothing I guess
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
Why?
Why do you hurt yourself?
Why?
Why must you bleed?
Why?
Why do you cry a lot?
Why?
Why do this to me?
Why?
Why can't you talk about it?
Why?
Why do you like your scars?
Why?
Why would you want to keep them?
Why?
Why do you avoid me?
Why?
Why did you do it?
Why?
Its not a poem >.< just a list of questions that should never be asked
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I want you to leave me alone,
To shut up and get that I don't care.
You say you don't want to hurt me,
But all your words do is scar...

I need you to leave me alone,
To no longer stand by my side.
You try to help, to be my friend,
But all you do is shrug and leave me hanging...

Please leave me alone,
I know you don't really care.
Having you pretend like you do,
Is doing nothing but tearing me a
                                                            p
                                                          a
                                                         r
                                                              *t
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I know I'm six foot,
Have fiery red hair,
And less common sense than a goldfish...
But is it too much to ask you to stay?

I know I've got baggage,
More than I should,
And yes that's not your problem,
But I only want you to stay...

I know I'm not perfect,
Far from it,
And if that's what you're looking for then I'm not for you..
But all I want is for someone to stay...
Why is it people want me to be perfect?...I'm Not...I just want some to stay by my side...
Forgotten Dreams Jul 2014
You are
dreams to me
magical and mystical but fleeting

You are
hope to me
strong and powerful but diminishing

You are
forever to me
continuous and intriguing but pointless

You are
laughter to me
my only thoughts to me
the saviour from my darkest days to me
                                                           twisting changing
Calm down and trust it, they say
This is a really old one I was just wondering if anyone could guess what it's about no one I've asked so far has been able to get it but I don't think it's that hard
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Are you okay?
No not really but I have to sound perfect around you so I guess I'm okay
Why do you keep asking me if you look okay?
Because I don't believe you
Why do you keep fiddling with your hair?
Because it looks terrible and maybe if I keep messing with it, it might look alright
You're fine with us being just friends, right?
No. Not at all. If I value you enough to stay friends with you it means I really want you back.
Why do you keep leaving me?*
Because that way you won't leave me first
I don't know if this applies to all girls but it certainly does to me...
Forgotten Dreams Jul 2014
Y'know I haven't in a while,
Haven't needed to feel the pain.
But for some reason I let a common internet troll get to me.
So now I guess I leave the site,
and hang my head in shame...
I played around with putting my feelings out there,
But this has proven it....

I can't trust *anything
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words...
They really hurt me...
To feel this pain,
And show it hurts,
I'll take a blade and make a cut,
Once... Or Twice...
Or maybe more..
Just to feel alive...
But that's not what I want anymore,
To feel alive...
If words never hurt me...
Then I will...
I'll take that blade and make one last cut...
And maybe then... you might stop...

But sticks and stones are what break my bones,
And words aren't meant to hurt me...
The Butterfly Project is a project aimed to help people who self harm and the rules are as follows:
1) Every time you feel like self harming you draw a butterfly (or any design) where you would normally self harm.
2) Name the butterfly (or design) after someone who wants you to get better or cares about you.
3) YOU CANNOT WASH IT OFF IT MUST FADE NATURALLY
4) If you self harm while you can still see the butterflies or you have killed them.
If you do not self harm you can still do this to support people who do
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I
Wish
I could
Cry my fears
away

So
Much
Time is lost
being scared
but nothing
done
I know its ****** but I its how I'm feeling right now
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Oh Lord,
I believe you have not thought through,
This "gift" you give to me.
In reality I do not want it anymore...
No matter what I do with it the outcome is the same...
Death
I'll end up buried 6ft underground,
In a casket made of the sorrows of those who loved me,
Loved me, even though they knew what would happen...

So Lord,
I do not want this gift of Life.
Because with it I can do nothing...
Take my life and give it to someone better...
That way I can be 6ft under the ground in *peace...
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
She sat in that chair by the window,
Watching as life went by.
Hoping to receive the letter,
The letter that never arrived.

She sat in that chair by the window,
Listening to the sounds of life.
Clutching to the hope of the letter,
The letter that never arrived.

She sat in the chair by the window,
With the light fading from her eyes.
She never gave up the hope of the letter,
The letter that never arrived.

As I sat in that chair by the window,
With a tear running from my eye.
I wished I had sent that letter,
The letter that never arrived.
This is my first poem on here and I know it *****. In case people wondered the poem is about my Great-Gran, she had a long struggle with life and finally passed away in November 2012.
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
What creature would land
On an arm as scarred as mine...?
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Darling I loved you till I realised it was destroying me...then I continued to love you...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Do you think if I ignore you it might make you notice me more..?
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
If I ever succeed please remind me of your existence haters...I want to be able to gloat :)
I've got so many poems called untitled that I think I might actually have to start naming them...
Forgotten Dreams Nov 2014
Tears are like rain.

Sometimes there's too much...

Sometimes too little.

But no matter what they are essential for life
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Could somebody please tell the voices to go away...I don't want to hear them any more....
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I don't want much...just for you to talk to me again...Is that too much for me to ask?
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Please don't tell me you care... It just gets my hopes up... And I don't want them crushed again
Forgotten Dreams Jul 2014
Symbol of joy,
and things that have been.
Searching for wonders,
And things unseen.

Symbol of peace,
And summers long past.
Searching for secrets,
and things that will last.

Symbol of pain,
and wars from afar.
Searching for friendship,
and leaving with scars.

Symbol of change,
and those friends long dead.
Searching for laughter,
and leaving with hearts of lead.

Symbol of unity,
and standing together.
Searching for the end,
and finding it lasts forever.
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
We could just be friends,
But that would be too easy.
For you to turn and run...
For you to go and leave me...

We could just be friends,
But then we'd have no excuse.
For the conversation that last for hours...
For feelings they induce...

We could just be friends,
But these feelings would last forever...
That moment when you get friend-zoned and you just don't understand why...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I
Would
Give you all
I've ever had but
I've never had much so
You can take what you want
I trust you
*My Love
I know I said part 3 was the last part but this stanza just came to me so I had to write it :] I know it's a bit soppy but this part especially means a lot to me. All advice is highly welcomed... :]
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I
would
give you my
forever but I doubt
I will be around that long
so I'll give you what I've got and
hope that it's
enough

I
Would
Give you my
Dreams but you're in
Them all so won't you walk
With me and we
Could live
Them
All

I
Would
Give you my
Heart but it's already
Been shattered so I'll give you
What's left and we can
Heal together

I
Would
Give you all
I've ever had but
I've never had much so
You can take what you want
I trust you
*My Love
Just here for ease of access really :] all parts have been posted separately as well. Feedback and advice is highly welcomed
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
I
would
give you my
forever but I doubt
I will be around that long
so I'll give you what I've got and
hope that it's
enough
Part 2 has been put up :] Same title (Part 2 instead of Part 1 :3)
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
I
Would
Give you my
Dreams but you're in
Them all so won't you walk
With me and we
Could live
Them
All
This is the second "stanza" of a poem the first has the same name with part 1 instead of 2 :]
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I
Would
Give you my
Heart but it's already
Been shattered so I'll give you
What's left and we can
Heal together
This is the third (and possibly the final) stanza for the What I would give poem :] Please give me your feedback, I'm not too happy with how this one sounds and it would be much appreciated advice :]
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
It's funny how people forget,
That underneath those white stones
There are people...
Young men.
Men that hadn't even started living.
It's not just a name on a pretty white stone,
Covered in roses and poppies,
That hide what lies beneath.
Those are men who stood up with real courage,
Not like what you read in books,
But real courage.
They knew the risks...or sometimes didn't...
But they still stood.
Unlike you and I who just complain,
Those men fought for our future...
So no my friend it's not just a pretty white stone,
They are the real Heros
Spent the last four days touring the battlefields in Normandy and this is just one of the poems I came up with whilst there. All feedback is highly welcomed :]
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
Why do we have to keep living the same life?
Forgotten Dreams May 2014
You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a ****, and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a ****?
Because yes I'm not like you...
It's not exactly a poem, more of a reaction .... but it is true for everyone out there that gets called names...It says a lot more about the name-caller than the you

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