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 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
WickedHope
I hate me, I hate me, I hate me
For being so jealous, possessive, angry
Why do I ruin everything
By claiming each as my own
Why can't I just let things go
I lead myself to further pain
I keep saying "my" and "mine"
And expecting a long time
I don't, don't want to share
I don't, don't want to care
Not even fair, when I act this way
I'm the one who'll never stay
I keep setting myself up to fail
Punishment in my own twisted jail


I make people my whole world
I orbit someone like they're my sun
But it's cold, being left in space
They never wanted me in the first place
****** poem about ****** me.
- - -
I'm in the midst of a violent outburst.
Thought this would help me stop.
It didn't.
There are monsters in this world.
They just aren't what we thought
when were young and innocent.
Their sly smiles and coy grins
are not pointy toothed and rotten.
Their teeth are white and straight
and you can never see their true intentions.
Shadowed minds and twisted souls
do not reflect on the outside anymore.
I want to take a road trip
Alone with my music.
And go to every beautiful place
In the world.
I want to see stars in North Dakota
I want to swim in Oregon
I want to get a sunburn in Arizona
I want to listen to music
Experience the gift of the earth
And be whole.
Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
I feel time as I feel my old friend but can't catch up him......
Who would have thought
two years made a difference?
Two years is not that long
in the grand scheme of things.
Two years ago, I didn't know
so much that I do today.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have
made some of the choices I did.
Two years ago, I could smile,
a genuine smile, with real emotion.

If I could go back to two years ago,
I would change what I did,
Warn myself that not everyone is good.
I used to believe that everyone was good
even if they were only good in some tiny way.
I know better now some people will never care
how much pain they cause.
Two years ago, I wish I'd known.
Early morning confusion
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Creep
You're shy,
It's a fact.
But all that shyness comes tumbling down
In the face of a just cause.
You're not afraid to stand for what's right.

You're a badass, like Grey Fullbuster but in real life of course.
Loving that adrenaline rush,
The way I love it when you send me the sweetest messages.
You're so similar to Grey, Syaoran, or Kyon, or even L, it's quite bizarre really.

You can make me smile and laugh and giggle like an idiot in public.

You are so unbelievably sweet.
You care so much about others,
Protecting your friends always, 'til the very end.
You would do anything for us,
And I'll do anything and everything for you in return.
But I don't think I can ever do enough to show you my gratitude and appreciation,
How glad I am to have you in my life.

The much appreciated way that you can actually hold up a conversation,
And put in your share of the friendship,
Not leaving me to hold up everything and hoping on impossible dreams.

The way you run around my mind like those ***** in a pinball machine that you run back and forth, back and forth.
-flicks my own head and yells at you to stop running around up there so much-

There are so many sides to you...
You're like the color red,
So many shades,
All different,
With different meanings,
Emotions,
Actions.
Well it's a good thing I love the color red,
'Cause I want to get to know every shade of you, and love each and every one of them, the way I love you as a whole.
To someone I hold dear (cough cough the only known VASH that goes by the name Kiyuki).

Maggie Grace's challenge, a little different but it still works out. ^^ hopefully anyways.

Note:
Anime references...
L-Death Note
Kyon- The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Grey Fullbuster-Fairy Tail
Syaoran- Cardcaptor Sakura, Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, Xxholic

Come back when you hear this song
By 2 PM
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Crushing Love
Now it's time
To show you, your mine.

I've followed your trail,
Almost as if I was snail.

You lead me into an alley
And I was really becoming smiley.

You had you back turned,
So I started to creep, oh how I yearned!

Just one word that's all I wanted
But next thing I knew, I was *******.

You Disappeared right in my face
Again! without a trace.

I look up at the bright blue sky,
And scream Why, why, why?!

I just want to talk
But I guess you would prefer to walk.

I turn around and there you are
Looking at me with a smile as bright as the stars.

You whisper something, barley audible
The way your lips move were so admirable.

I run to you to catch you with my net
Then all of a sudden you turn into a pet!

I run down the road
And then I see where you un load.
I decided to make this a series,
So to be continued...
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Crushing Love
To: Everyone on HP

From: Gothic Rose

     I would really like your Opinion on something.
Am I a Troll? I mean honestly, I would like to know so I can change my ways. And I'm only asking because my self-consciousness is kicking in
Thanks to LOVE CRAFT  I know he's loved and liked so I figured if he thinks so Well other people must too.

So please give me your opinion, I would really appreciate it.
Am I really a Troll?
No matter how many times
you wash your hands,
They'll always be *****
with the blood of the innocent.
It's all about power,
You like control.
Vultures like you,
Picking on the weak.
Hit me when I'm already bleeding.
I know you take joy
in watching people break.
whatever.
"I'm dying to see you *******."

Then die.
Keep your hands to yourself.
I'm angry.
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