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 Feb 2014 anastasia
hkr
lukewarm
 Feb 2014 anastasia
hkr
it's  t e n  'o  c l o c k
go to bed
but the night's still young

it's  e l e v e n  'o  c l o c k
go to bed
but i have work to finish

it's  m i d n i g h t
and don't you know, it's unhealthy
to go to bed so late?

mum,
i think it's even less healthy
to be this sad.
 Nov 2013 anastasia
Nicole Fraser
Why do you love me?
I'm not the girl I use to be.
Why do you care?
You should act like I'm not even here.

I'm not the daughter you deserve,
Or the face you should observe.
You gave me everything,
But I can't give you anything
In return.

I'm not smart,
I **** at art,
I am all things wrong with society,
With this insane anxiety.

I will try my hardest,
But I'm not the fastest.
Not the coolest,
Not the strongest,
Not the greatest.

I'm everything I shouldn't be,
But that's just me.
I looked you straight in the eyes
All you did was tell me lies
I just want all your love
praying to our God above
I told you exactly how I feel
All you said is "it's not real"
You make me feel pulled around
being pulled down on the ground
self-hate is what has occured
I wish my life could be blurred
The uncurable love disease
I don't think i can feel ease
I grab you shirt, to smell all night
then, everything seems alright
I wish I could see you now
but I feel like I should throw in the towel
Then you said something to change my mind
oh, those words were actually kind
You said I mean so much to you
but really, there's nothing we can do
250 miles away
WOW! That's so gay
We may talk really slow
but I promise, I won't let go.
They always ask me
"Why is it so hard to trust?"
But the problem is
I tell people I love them,
when I don't.
I tell people I'm fine,
when I'm not.
So how can I trust others
if I can't even trust myself ?
 Nov 2013 anastasia
quinn collins
there’s a boy who has my heart,
with gentle hands and gentle eyes,
who loves me unconditionally,
who would give me the world
wrapped up in a pretty box if he could,
whose mouth travels no further
than to my own,
who shows me what it means
to love and be loved.

there’s a boy i see every week,
with dark eyes and hands
that look rough and ruthless,
who shows me that i’m human,
flawed and full of rage, lust, fire,
whose mouth begs to meet mine,
dares me to make a thousand mistakes,
who pushes my imagination
into the most primal parts of my mind.
you guys, i love my boyfriend, but there's this other guy, and i'm just a human being. i can only control my feelings so much.
 Nov 2013 anastasia
Kai Rivers
You
 Nov 2013 anastasia
Kai Rivers
You
You
My favorite word
playing in my ears
like my favorite song
on repeat.

You
could mean so much
to so many different people.
To me,
it means the way you laugh
at your own jokes;
The way you sleep
making soft, short breaths
and I can listen
to each and every one;
The way your skin feels
when I run my hand along
your soft and delicate body;
The way you talk
as if every word is important
even though you think it’s pointless
(But it’s not);
The way you worry
about everyone and everything;
The way you cry,
rarely,
but when you do it’s heavy
and needed
and all I want to do is hug you;
But most of all,
the way you love
and care
about everyone.

You
meaning so many things
that this poem would be
everlasting.

You
day and night
I can’t get
my mind off of you.

You,
someone who will
never* love me
the way I love you.
So now I hope
for someone to love,
someone to love me
the way I loved you
(and still do).
But oh, how I wish
how I wish
it could be you.
 Nov 2013 anastasia
Emily Tyler
You said you're "okay"
But I know
You're not.
I could tell by
The way you
Took a little breath before
You spoke,
Like I could hear the words.
"Should I lie to her, too?"
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