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392 · Aug 2013
Help blinded eyes to see.
Just Anna Aug 2013
I know everything has a beginning middle and end
Though not necessarily in the same order

All I know
is that
I always meet them jumbled up.
377 · Sep 2013
Untitled
Just Anna Sep 2013
I have to admit.
I'm pretty sore

3 weeks of fixation
on writing this piece

Another 3 weeks
of anticipation

How about another 3 weeks
of heartbreak

Things always come in threes
right?
370 · Sep 2013
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Just Anna Sep 2013
I should have just shut up.
I told you so
right?
*yes
365 · Jul 2013
The art of letting go
Just Anna Jul 2013
I've learnt the art of getting by
Now ,
Its time to learn
the art of letting go
363 · Jul 2013
who are you
Just Anna Jul 2013
Something troubles me
every time
I re-read
old and new
poems

Who exactly
is
that
*you
Is it generic, specific, or just there.
361 · Jul 2013
Broken
Just Anna Jul 2013
Broken

I've seen this word so many times now
It may have
just lost its meaning
to
me

Sometimes I wonder,
are we really all that broken?

Yes,
we do have our down days
but
broken
thats a strong word

broken
means that all hope is lost
broken
is someone in great pain
broken
is despair

I dont want to see people broken

If you really mean it
when you say you are broken
I really sincerely hope
you
dont

Even if you are,
I will try
to be the one
to
fix you

you wont be the same
after experiencing brokenness
after all
the cracks still remain
but
those cracks
will give you
character

" We need never be hopeless
for we can never be irreparably
broken...."
Quote by John green.
333 · Sep 2013
Do not yield
Just Anna Sep 2013
C'mon
Fight it fight it fight it*

Don't let your disease
become you
307 · Sep 2013
Sing for me
Just Anna Sep 2013
I sing
and
sing
and
sing
and
sing

hoping that maybe I'll sing it all away
sing the pain away
sing.......
because that's all a wounded bird can do
299 · Jul 2013
Why?
Just Anna Jul 2013
I never cried
No matter how sad
The movie was

I never cried
No matter how sad
The book was

So why do I cry
At words
Spoken from human mouth?

Why do I cry
At words
Typed out by familiar hands?

Could someone tell me
Why
Don't you dare cry. . . Idiot
294 · Sep 2013
Untitled
Just Anna Sep 2013
It's funny how I wake up
Feeling nothing of what I'd felt before
It's like a different person
I'm sorry
290 · Jul 2013
Untitled
Just Anna Jul 2013
If I told you
In that moment of embrace

I was so close to breaking down
I teared

Would you believe me
244 · Aug 2013
Untitled
Just Anna Aug 2013
How naive of I to think
everything would be fine

at least I had today

I'm still not sure of
what is happening all around me
The tables turn too fast

I don't know what you said
I don't know what you did
I don't know what you see
I don't know what happened

All I know is that things change
                                                                         too fast
Things keep happening
Things that keep slipping out of my

         *small fragile hands
242 · Aug 2013
Untitled
Just Anna Aug 2013
How naive of I to think
everything would be fine

at least I had today

I'm still not sure of
what is happening all around me
The tables turn too fast

I don't know what you said
I don't know what you did
I don't know what you see
I don't know what happened

All I know is that things change
                                                                         too fast
Things keep happening
Things that keep slipping out of my

         *small fragile hands

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