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GAH
maybella snow Jul 2013
GAH
cute couples
     they're so adorable  
          how they dote over each other
slight glances while the other
            isn't looking
loving messages
               over the internet
      for everyone to see
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my cute other half
             isn't able to talk to me
GAH
    not fair
maybella snow May 2013
my heart is a glass of water
sometimes its boiling over
other times it expands and cracks
and it freezes me from the

i n s i d e   o u t

if i'm feeling confident
that you will look after
my heart
i will pour it out, a
   t
    r
      i
       c
        k
          l
           e
to begin with
then as it falls
faster and faster

you   c a t c h   it

with a strainer
instead of your own
glass heart

my love continues to flow
unsure of its destiny
and away from

y o u
maybella snow Nov 2013
I know my 'poems' are ****
don't comment on them
reminding me of that
get over yourself
I'm not here to **** up to anyone
I know I'm **** at writing
I know I'm not a writer
I know I'm ****
stop telling me

okay?
maybella snow Sep 2013
i'm so jumpy
every creak makes me
flinch away            
a comforting
hand?                          
on my back
i've gone insane
but baby
hold me tight
i know you're here          
yes                                
i am                          
insane                  
but i don't      
even care  
anymore
maybella snow Sep 2013
i'm seeing things
right                                                                                                            there
              in the corner of my eye
    i'm hearing things
in the timbre of your voice
                yet i have no idea
                         what you're saying
          i think i'm crazy
                    no need to tell me
             but i swear
                                                   i felt you here
                                         just a presence, but yours
it's
         most likely
             just my head
                     playing tricks
                           being weird
                                 hurting me
                                     imagining it
         and its hurting
                   me so much
maybella snow Nov 2013
blades away
shoved in a bin
blood well sealed
inside my skin
seventh day
maybella snow Oct 2013
a blade
sharp and still
cold.*
frost must have got it                              
so it crunches yet                                    
tickles when i stand on it                      
green and brittle                                      
the blade of grass                                    
reaches for sun                                        
no real meaning of life                          
but it doesn't know that                        
it only wants light,                                  
warmth                                                    
so it will grow                                        
to reach the light.                                    
cut it down                                              
it will heal                                                
and continue to grow                            
be *that
type of blade
not the steal one you thought of
when you read the first line.
maybella snow Oct 2013
write me a poem of love,
remember to include
your love though
maybella snow Sep 2013
not loving enough,
you shall loose
everyone
now
maybella snow Jul 2013
~*
five words
five words that popped into my head, idk
maybella snow Sep 2013
vitamin after vitamin
envisioning happiness
laced in each one            
maybe it will
"help"
or maybe            
its all in your head
and you're endeavoring
to place it in mine        
with a glass of water
and slight smile
maybella snow Aug 2013
i think it's a little different
when it's against a wall
maybella snow Aug 2013
my head*
        hurts *
so much
maybella snow Jun 2013
a two story
peaceful, colorful house
windows cleaned
porch swept
roof well kept
gutters empty

. . . . . . . . . .

a crumbling
silent, dull house
windows smashed
porch snapped
roof collapsing
gutters filled with leaves
maybella snow Jun 2013
SHARP
                                  JAGGED
               EDGES                    SLICE
       BLEED             BURN

I FEEL NO PAIN,
        ITS NOT ME BLEEDING
ITS YOU

                 i cant reach you
i can only wait
                    hope
                      worry

                                  talk to me?
                     let me help
                                    i'll clean up
                              the mess

     i'll be whole
while you're        broken

                    YOU'RE SHATTERED
                                BROKEN
                                  GLASS
                  
                                                                     *"let me help?"
maybella snow Nov 2013
how can i trust you
         not to **** yourself too

how can i get close to anyone
when i refuse to hurt anyone
when i **** myself
                      it'll happen eventually
         maybe it'll work this time
maybella snow Jul 2013
to the people who read my poetry
          you know what?
    you probably know me
                      better than some of my friends
        it might be weird
              but my poetry
  is my heart, soul, mind, secrets, life
                          so to the people who read what I write
              hello, i'm me
                                         who do you think i am?
     because i'm mostly
              a young girl, still in school, living at home
and in love with a boy
                    who happens to be
                                       on the other side
      of the world

              it's bittersweet
                           it hurts as well
but he loves me too
maybella snow Aug 2013
:)                                |h|e|l|p|                                                                           why  cant  some  people
|h|e|l|p|                          read between  the lines?
|h|e|l|p|                                                              isn't it obnoxiously        
|h|e|l|p|                                                                                                          obvious  to you?
|h|e|l|p|                            some people ask
|h|e|l|p|                                                                                                                                in plain sight
|h|e|l|p|                                                     |h|e|l|p|                  
and  they don't receive  it
|h|e|l|p|                         maybe they are asking in
|h|e|l|p|                                                                                           the wrong place    
|h|e|l|p|                                                            but they're asking
|h|e|l|p|                                                                       some people just cant                                  
|h|e|l|p|                                                       read between
|h|e|l|p|                                                                                             the lines
|h|e|l|p|                                                
:)
making a point
maybella snow Sep 2013
i'm the living, dead without him
maybella snow Jul 2013
i remember                                    
you said you loved watching people with hiccoughs
[hiccough]                                                                                                                it made you laugh

i've got hiccoughs                                                                    
do you love me?                                                  
*[hiccough]
maybella snow Jul 2013
10 words
a girl cries because she just can't handle it anymore

i'm just a young girl
and i'm hiding away
under the covers
curled into a ball
it's warm, and simple
and no one
can see my tears
or hear my sobs
maybella snow Jun 2013
his girl lays in bed unproductive yet thinking   /      her boy sits at his desk head held
his girl holds her heart, only a little distant      /      her boy knows this he doesn't care
his girl is scared for him, worried for him      /        her boy is falling, fast further away
his girl knows there's nothing she can do    /      her boy doesn't know what to do now
his girl loves him with most of her heart  /     her boy loves her with more of his heart
his girl needs him to hold her tightly     /  her boy needs to hold her safely in his arms
his girl, only wants love from him       /     her boy only ever wants to love her forever
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
                 they are only
                                                                                               one entire
                                            world apart
                                                                                   //
                                                                                         they're both in pain
    no matter what
___________________­_____
maybella snow Nov 2013
there's no denying it
maybella snow Aug 2013
i'm cold
yet your skin
is freezing
hold me closer
maybella snow May 2013
time*

it flies in your presence
like a homing pigeon
back to me, only
when you're here
filling time with me
talking like we've known
known what its like to live
with and without each other
the latter isn't as pleasant
i suffer, like not breathing
holding air under the water
looking out and around
it screams within me, burns

we've been waiting some
waiting for the perfect time
when the stars finally align
to be together for a while
then it becomes beautiful
the war inside me slows
then stops, calms, breaths
the guns stop battering me
the bombs cease to impale

the birds fly, unafraid
taking time under its wing
like my homing pigeon
back to me.
maybella snow May 2013
i  feel  shy,
i  feel  my  toes  curl
and  my  muscles  tighten
stomach  flutters  like  an  engine
heart  speeds  up  before  take  off
i  strap  my  mind  in  before  it  floats
it  would  get  stuck  in  the  clouds
love,  as  a  gas  would  be  light
lighter  than  helium  it  flies
with  the  combined  effort
my  heart  and  stomach
lift  off  the  ground
a  hot  air  ballon
filled with love
|            |
|            |
lit alight by you
we slowly flyaway
sharing our small
hot air ballon
maybella snow Sep 2013
i wonder
                                                      if you're                                              here
watching me
                                                  waste my life                                        away
and regretting
your choice to die
maybella snow Jul 2013
can't you see the tears in my eyes?
the dried blood on my legs?
how much i want to die?      

i'm obviously not okay
but i'm too scared to tell *you
maybella snow Aug 2013
because mine          
is definitely              
lodged in my throat
maybella snow Jan 2014
why can't I stop
thinking all these
harsh poems you
write are for me
I'm trying to
remember
what you
know
                                     are they about me?
                                     because I'm blaming
                                     myself for your unhappiness
                                     so I'm sorry
                                     please
just be happy
maybella snow Aug 2013
10 words


*how could you go die on me? i love you
maybella snow Aug 2013
i can't look at pictures of you
       not yet, it hurts too much
yesterday went well
i didn't shake, cry,
break down
                                       today?
all of the above;
i began shaking, crying
                      silent tears
and i broke down
                                                    all because
                                                    i saw you
                                                    all your videos
please, stop hurting me
please, stop please stop
i can't handle this
maybella snow Jul 2013
i remember the butterflies you gave me                                          
well, you were the reason they fluttered                                          
deep in my stomach, then migrated                        
to the depths of my heart                        
butterflies are small                                                            ­                    
flighty creatures                                                        ­                            
but they're                                                          ­                              
delicate and fragile                                                                  ­               
easily crushed
in the palm of your hand
how long                                                             ­   
will the butterflies                                                      ­          
inhabiting my heart                                                            ­    
live?                                                       ­       
before their thin,
delicately patterned
wings are crushed
into flightlessness
five poems in the one poem, if that makes sense
maybella snow Jul 2013
i just love it how                      
             when i'm having
a random rant                                  
about something completely ridicules                                                        ­
                                                              li­ke stockings [psh]
                                                         ­       or having a tiny hole
                                                            ­                 in your favorite socks [gasp]
you laugh                          
agree                                      
then say, while you're smiling                    
completely out of no where                              
"this is                                                      
one of the reasons                
why i love you"
                                    

                      ­                 and that is one of the reasons
why i love you
this might be strange to say, but this is my favorite poem that i've ever written, wrote it just then, but yes it's my favorite, because it makes me smile
maybella snow Aug 2013
how many people bleed
           from self harm
                    and hate?
how much blood falls
          until people
               know the
                    cause?
how many people
       have to die
     until society
           realizes?
                                                 something horrible has gone wrong
                                                 there shouldn't be people bleeding
                                                 blood shouldn't fall from self harm
                                                 people shouldn't die because of it
                                                 how doesn't the world see that this;
                                                 judging people, who don't care at all
                                                 are effecting everyone, even those
                                                 who might not die, bleed, self harm
                                                 it effects the people who know the
                                                 people who are bleeding their lives
                                                 away, it effects people everywhere
                                                 somewhere something went wrong
                                                 so wrong that the effects are death
                                                 blood, hurt, everywhere, mental
                                                 illness, perfection kills people
                                                 just the idea that there is such thing
                                                 as "perfection" is killing people
                                                 there is no such thing as perfection
                                                 it's not possible, so why, why, why
                                                 are people in pain, dying, dead
                                                 because o
f it? it's not right, no
                                                 it's society, and it's ways, it's
                                                 killer ways
maybella snow Aug 2013
desperate hands clasping branches
            forcing the limbs to shake
            just as much as hands
                    the of the climber
    leaves and new buds are torn off
                     tears
                    blood
                    sweat
           is smeared on the tree
                                             a rope
is tied around the strongest bough
    the rope is coarse and chafes
                       skin and bark
a dead weight pulls
the branch bends with added weight
the coarse rope holds dead life
the snap is bone and branch
blood and tree sap spills
                   yet only one natural thing lived
                   how does the tree feel about this?
depressive maybe eh
maybella snow Jul 2013
5 words
for my love, MountL...
maybella snow Sep 2013
no one knew
about the sobbing,
shaking mess i was
last night
maybella snow Jul 2013
my heart it cold
my skin is frosted
my eyes are ice
my mind is frost burnt

your love is my fire
                   defrost me
                      warm me up
i'm too cold
i'll die soon
maybella snow Aug 2013
nothing feels right
to be felt in
the misshapen body
i'm stuck in
no one see or hears              
the horrid thoughts
that are in my head
no one knows                      
how alone i feel      
no                                          
you cant know                        
because
you're not
me
maybella snow Jul 2013
i know you're not sleeping well    
you're hiding it from me                
you're not telling me                ♡    
but i can tell                      i'm sorry
i know                      and i just wish
♡                        i could be there  
to hold you tight at night
until you slept soundly and safe
maybella snow Jul 2013
you looked surprised              
and frustrated              
then dad made a comment like
"see she can laugh"          
and you growled for me to go to bed              
(10:57pm) i wouldn't sleep anyway                                              
what you didn't see
was by the time
you couldn't see my face        
tears had began to
trickle down my cheeks
faster and faster
until i lay down
and let them all
f                          
a                  
l          
l
maybella snow Jul 2013
someone called me pretty
        i didn't believe them
             yet somehow
i believed you

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