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 Jan 2014 sinderella
Megan Grace
I think I maybe breathed
in too much of you and
now you're trapped in my
lungs, clawing to get out.
But I can't
I can't I
can't
I know what you would say to me:
"At least I was thinking of you."
But all I can see through your texts
Are images of my past life.
Sitting alone in the humid
Air of Florida trying to drown
My tears in pool water as
His slurred words "I'm way too busy"
Mixed with a girl's giggling voice
Flooded my mind repeatedly.
Feeling nothing but numbed surprise
As my father's hand rushed towards me,
Bottles of wine on the table.
Seated at a restaurant as
My grandfather cried saying how
Much I look like my grandmother;
Same determination, same hope,
While refilling his martini.
I hear his dense voice on the phone.
He'll do it, he'll jump, but not if
I tell him that I adore him
And I'll stay with him forever,
Ended with the smashing of glass.
So please forgive me when I say
I'm not a fan of your drunk texts.
Like life eating food
you eat away at me
more painful than a gun shot
insane enough to rip out hair

They call you guilt
but I call you my enemy
You never let me sleep
always there eating away at me
like life eating food

I beg and and I regret
but I cannot forget
Until the day I die I will say I'm sorry
but so much guilt eating away at me

I'M SORRY
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 Jan 2014 sinderella
Haley Rome
1.  Sit down and cry. Cry until you have no more tears and don’t even remember the reason for your sadness. Realize that nothing, not even misery, is permanent.

2. Close your eyes and imagine your dream home. Don’t skimp on anything, not even the tiniest details like the doorknob or the lampshade pattern. Keep it always so that whenever you are somewhere heartless and cruel, you have a retreat.

3. Discover a song you love. Listen to it as loud as possible, listen to it as softly as possible. Listen to it backwards, forewords, sideways, and upside down. Extract from it all the truth and magic you can until you’re sick of it. Repeat.

4. Try and realize who your real friends are. Not the ones who will smile at your jokes and laugh at their own, but the ones who will walk with you even in the darkest of nights and never have to reassure you that they’re there.

5. Cut your hair. Cut it as short as you can without making your mother cry. Recognize that when someone says they don’t like it, what they’re really saying is that your appearance is for their pleasure. Know that it is not.

6. Choose a day just to watch. Watch the wind whispering to the trees, the grass reaching for the sky, the clouds hanging on by a thread. Make eye-contact with the moon and see that everything is watching you back. They’re rooting for you.

7. Learn how to make your favorite food. Learn how to make it exactly like your mother does. And every time you taste those familiar flavors, know that home is wherever you are.

8. Draw yourself. Don’t look in a mirror while you do this, draw yourself as you truly think you are. When you’re finished, take a photo of yourself. Compare the two. Realize that how you perceive you and how the world sees you will always be different.
A cup of milk
Three egg whites
One broken heart
A splash of inspiration
A dash of a cutting addiction
A few years of a mild eating disorder
But recently, it has aged and become stronger
A hearty helping of low self-esteem
A handful of ****** childhood memories
A pinch of restlessness and insomnia
A lifetime of battles

The end result will be worth the fight.
 Jan 2014 sinderella
Natalie
You said you love me,
and I believed you.
It was an infinite happiness,
until I realized that
You are not the person
I fell in love with.

Was it really love?
Or just an illusion?
Your power to make me feel
The way how love should felt.
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 Jan 2014 sinderella
vinny
Everything my feelings can give goes to you
I can’t even put it into words
You’re everything and more,
You make my life into a blur

You mean the world to me
There’s your perfection, and the rest is obsolete
Everyone should just let you be
You’re simply just too sweet.

Without you, my world is gray
The truth is I wish you were mine
You take my breath away
Together we’d be divine

If I could only say those five simple words
I’d be on a level of happiness no one could ever touch
It would attract singing birds
You and me together, I’d like that very much
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