Have you guys ever noticed how the the person u follow
Or a persons profile on hp says that they have
Say, 50 poems?
But u can only see 10?
Well, i do.
And it’s so frustrating!
Only when i logged out i can see it,
And i cant even react or comment to it.
:(
If only it was fixed….
All those beautiful poems i can’t read and/or react to…

What is it, my dear?
Why is there a tear,
Glistening down your cheek.
What is it, dear child, do you seek?

Oh, fairy godmother!
It is they, they're the bother!
With their snobbish attitude,
Leaving me here, in solitude.

They make my heart aches,
While I give them smiles that are all fakes.
They don't listen to me!
You see,
They cut my words like a dagger,
Which makes them the ragger!

Life with them is tough
And if I try to talk, they'll scoff.
So I just keep quiet,
While they make a nonsense riot.

Fairy godmother, I beg of you,
To cast a spell that's true,
That would help me
And set me free.

Oh, that, my dear, I can.
But here's the plan:
You follow after me,
For saying what I say is the key.

Let your voice roar like thunder,
And not carelessly blunder.
Let you stand tall like a mountain in the storm,
With your bravery taking form.

Say what you need to say,
For how else would they change their ways?
Let them hear you roar like a lion,
So you'd stand out like Orion.

With words of strength and a heart of gold,
Let courage take flight, and make you bold.

He’s playful,
He’s charming.
A knight for all the darlings.

Yet sweet,
And kind!
And knows what's on your mind.

A leader,
When needed.
Facing challenges with his calm.

A master with swords,
And a wielder of words.
A master of both worlds.

Knows how to make me smile
Laugh,
And feel loved.

A knight in shining armour,
For me to call my own.

Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

His eyes drift,
And the world shifts.
His eyes got caught,
By the princess's train of thought.
                                            
                                                            The princess caught him peeking,
                                                                ­     Her dazzling eyes gleaming.
                                                       ­                          Looked away she did,
                                                            ­        Blushing as red as a little kid.

                                                           ­         She hoped he was a dreamer,
                                                        ­         For she wanted him to lead her
                                                             ­                          In her nightmares.
                                                              Ke­eping her safe from the stares.

"Aw, man,
I wish I could be like them."
But be careful what you wish for.
They may seem all happy and perfect,
Shining bright like the stars.
But what kind of scars
Do they hide behind all those smiles?

Fudge adults!
For setting high expectations,
For their kids who are trying their best!
For making us think we are not enough,
When really we are.

For making us think that we aren't perfect,
When in reality no one is.
For comparing us,
Making us feel not worthy
Of their expectations.

For asking us to be something they wish for,
An amazing kid to brag about.
Those expectations,
Weigh us down.
Too much, too much.
Could you at least lighten the load?

We're kids for crying out loud!
Not adults like you are.
I'm tired of what you think we should be,
When I'm older,
I'm gonna break free.

Love is in the air.
Hearts are floating everywhere.
I try not to get affected,
So my heart won't be abducted.
Not yet anyway.
I don't want to feel these feelings any day.

But yet,
I can't help feeling it too.
I try to put my heart in a net.
But then it'll have nothing to do.
I beats slightly faster,
When I see that face.
To make it stop is to be a master,
In wrapping your heart with protective lace.

Could it be influence?
Cause everyone has hearts above their heads.
Or maybe I feel the need,
To feel like the others and bleed.

I'm trying my best,
To not go on with their fest.
I need to escape.
And put on some tape,
Onto their mouths,
To stop creating some doubt.

And when they talk about this 'love',
I feel like a lost little dove.
A dove who forgot how to fly.
They sound so silly,
It doesn't make any sense, really.
I feel like they're lost in their head.
And now it's replaced with a pink bubbly head.

A dark, wispy being
That flutters from here to there.
Captures moments full of memory,
In paper for one to stare.

He uses his wispy hands,
And snatches these moments.
Whether as small as a grain of sand,
Or as huge as the wide lands.

He’s obsessed with them,
These moments.
For him, they’re like gems.
If not collected, they’ll be lost in the torrent
And forever be slipping past his hem.

These moments have power,
That only he understands
The strong ones bellow louder,
When held in his hands.
The small ones are like powder.
Alone, they cannot stand.

If you made some with him,
These moments, I mean.
Then beware: he’ll trim and skim
Then put them on paper to be seen.

We all needed that person,
Who'd hold our hand,
Or gave us a hug,
When things start to worsen.

Or they'd assure you,
And tell you,
That everything will eventually be ok.

But unfortunately,
Not all of us have the luxury,
Of people like that in our lives.

So here we are,
Learning to stand alone,
Lightening the weight we carry.

She's selfish,
they say.
Always wanting things her way.

Such a know-it-all,
they murmur.
She sometimes makes us feel small.

What a bragger,
they rant.
She's too much, we can't!

A ton of confidence,
they utter.
Bet that made no difference.

High achiever,
they complain.
Oh, she's such a pain.

Too competitive,
they prattle.
Not at all sensitive.

All lies.
All lies
All lies.

Well,
sometimes.

Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

Eyes sparkling,
Oh, what a darling.
Yet a mystery,
With such a history.

Soft, dark ringlets,
Scattered across your brow.
Your hands covered in trinkets
And holding a soft linen gown.

A crooked smile on your face
And deep dark eyes ablaze.
You, with the tie of lace,
The greatest thing to gaze.

I was pulling out my hair,
I just wanna shine!
So put on your war paint.
I had a dream so big and loud,
That somedays you're the only thing I know.
I paint my face with glitter in the morning light,
'Till I saw blue-haired boy.
Hey,
It's cruel you know.

I guess we're like paper.
The handmade ones I mean.

Before that, we had a sheen,
We were a large empty sheet.

But sometimes we've broken down
Into useless little pieces that would make one frown,
And can't find a way
To fix ourselves in less than a day.

But you can't just tape paper
When it's ripped by life's alligator.

You have to make something new
With that familiar thing, you once knew,
And mix it up with unfamiliar things,
So you can give that paper some zing.

Now it's something new.
No longer the thing you once knew.

A thing with a past,
That if stood alone, would not last.

I laughed as you asked me if I and that guy are together.
I had to wipe the tears from my face when I said, "No, we're not together.
Never, ever in a million years.
We're only friends, not lovers."

You said we're a perfect pair,
Well, put that thought back into your hair,
'Cause the both of us are just friends.
We're not gonna follow the trends,
And suddenly be each other's 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

I know I sometimes call him cute
When I see his hair ******* and dressed in a suit,
But I mean it platonically,
Not romantically.
Plus, he likes another girl,
And I another guy.
That's why you'll never catch us together,
'Cause we don't like each other.
Well, not in 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 way.

You still think we'll end up together,
Like those romance novels you read since forever.
But I can assure you,
Those dreams will never come true.
We're just friends.
Why ever would we be lovers?

Loser, Loser, Loser.

You asked me why I felt that way.
That hatred I felt towards you the other day—
It’s not you; it's me.
But maybe it is you.

It's me because I have my suspicions.
For some reason, I think you’re malicious.
But not in that way.
I just think you're a sore loser.
So please go away.

It's you because of the things you do.
It makes me want to go and puke.
Plus, I'm scared.
I hope you don't feel what I think you feel.
If you do, I'm dead.

And here you are, asking me why.
Just go away, will you?

Loser, Loser, Loser.

I blink,
Is this real?
I blink,
I hate this deal.

I blink,
I wonder what they think.
I blink,
I'm gonna sink.

I blink,
I hope it doesn't spread.
I blink,
Is it just in my head?

I can't hold it anymore,
So off it goes,
Flowing forevermore,
Tears when I'm in my lows,
Flowing in the shore
Of what I call, my imagination.

My legs feel numb,
And I feel dumb,
Standing here in this field,
Having to deal
With all these feels.

With their swift feet
And agile feats,
Who couldn’t possibly smell defeat?

I try and try,
But wonder why.
Am I not good enough?
Am I not as tough?

In defeat,
I watch their incredible deeds,
Like their beautiful leaps
And graceful twists.

I watched them for a while;
Oh, what style!
The way they caught it—
A perfect fit!

Then one of them noticed me.
It was a boy, you see.
He smiled at me—
Oh, what a sight to see!

He invited me along,
And before I thought for too long,
He tossed me the disk,
And I caught it between my fists—
Oh wow, it fits!

I tossed the disk into the air
To God knows where,
But he caught it in midair,
And now my mind sounds like a fair.

I did it!
I did it!
I did it!
I actually did it!

I pumped a fist into the air,
And of course, I added a little bit of flair.
I prepared my stance,
Ready to dance this metaphorical dance
And do my very best
With a little bit more zest.

I guess I learned a thing or two—
I should never, ever put people on a stool
And think I'm so bad
That everyone who walks by would gag.

Instead, I should have fun,
Under this warm sun,
With the breeze blowing by,
And my team by my side,
Who make me feel good inside.