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Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
If I don't have to answer a text
I won't look at it
That way,
My phone continues to tell me
That I have a message
And I feel a little less alone,
Like someone actually
Wants to talk to me

I count my notebooks
Every morning
Before school
Even if I haven't touched them all night
Just to be extra sure

I smile when I'm sad
Just to look happy
For everyone out there
Even when the best thing
To do
Would be to cry my eyes out

I have a lot
Of silly habits
You are as sharp as a knife
When some aren't careful, you could cause them their life
So dangerous yet so fragile and used every day
In the shower, on a hook across from me, you lay

You make me soft as a cloud
Or make me cry out load
You don't last more than 2 weeks
And for the girls that might forget you, get called freaks

So let's please make a deal
And let me express what I feel
If I hold you every night before bed
Don't make my arms and legs turn red
I wrote this after I accidentally nicked myself with my razor
Tanner C Jan 2015
My Heart of Glass

It lays there's safe on a pillow of feathers

Laying there cold

Cracked and full of holes

But where is the Glassmith?

The one who can fix this fragile heart

Where is she to close the cracks

To fill in the holes

Who will mend my glass heart?

Laying cold among the feathers
Bijan Nowain May 2015
Upon my shoulder, place your head
The road is tough and can be full of dread
Don’t dwell on things cause life is short
Turn to your family, friends for support

Be careful, life could also be long
If the decisions we make are wrong
Stand your ground, test your strength
Keep your troubles at arm’s length

Take a breath and close the curtain
Life and future are uncertain
No matter how it turns out to be
There’s always you and me
Breanna Stockham May 2015
You quickly approach
A puddle of mud
Small enough to step over
But you thought it'd be fun
To splish and splash
And make a mess
But it's dirtied your face
And ruined your dress

You stomp out of the puddle
It has ruined your day
You look back in anger
And head on your way

But what is to blame here,
The action or trouble?
The mud or the splashes?
The person or puddle?

Don't walk into mud
Then complain of the mess
If you want to stay clean
Just watch where you step

Not all, but many outcomes
Are up to us
So be careful that your actions
Will lead to what you want
Nicole Corea Apr 2015
There's a monster in my heart.
Caged and extremely angry.
Unleashing itself every full moon
To commit love atrocities.

My sense of vocabulary spoke
like how a serial killer would
do to intrigued each of its victims

love atrocities

Bringing them just very close,
Then ....

tsk tsk tsk

Shattered hearts
emerged from dark alleys.
Those who dare to come in ,
Welcome themselves for a heartbreak .
They were all alive marching in,
But marching out dead ...
Lingering lifeless
Pondering onwhat tools
can they use to fight .
To fight my red deviant beast.

Who could ever possess my intoxicating red beating beast?

There's a monster in my heart.
Caged and extremely angry.
Unleashing itself every full moon
To commit love atrocities

No one seems to have the secret code.
To unlocked these electrified bar wires
That surround around each blood vessel
Of my beating red beast.

No one can solve this mysterious case.
Many have come close..
But so many souls have vanished through the chambers of my vile heart.

There's a monster in my heart.
Caged and extremely angry.
Unleashing itself every full moon
To commit love atrocities.
pushthepulldoor May 2014
On the surface:
Porcelain skin,
lightly freckled face.
Long auburn hair.
Brown and green flecked eyes.
5'9, thick thighs, tight waist.
This is the girl you fell in love with.
The girl in front of you.
Just what you can see and feel and hold.
You did not fall in love with what is underlying.
Numb to most, angry with others.
Careful.. Never one to rush things.
A fan of perspectives.
An interest in different characteristics.
Curious about every little thing.
Inquisitive, kind.
A raging internalization of anger and frustration
and sadness.
Foundation ready to give out but she wont let it.
She patches up each new crack.
Lost her mind long ago
but never faltering her grip on reality.
It's tattooed on her.
She can't escape the harsh truths.
One being, people only see the surfaces.
Never digging even the slightest.
She's seen many lives lost before it was their time.
She's given up long ago.
Taught herself;
No one can be saved if they wont help themselves first.
Removed herself from
they who claw at the ankles
of people to be dragged down alongside them.
She holds her head up high when she feels herself sinking.
All alone, right beside you.
Always there when she's needed.
Never to have anyone hold her hand
or tell her she's strong.
She doesn't need to be told.
She knows that to survive what she has,
she must be anything but weak.
She will laugh in the face of the antagonist,
smile and ask how their day was, truly curious.
But you only see the surface.
She's just a pretty face.
© M.S.
Audra Mar 2015
I remember when I was cautious. I used to drink in moderation. I used to keep track of the pills I took. I used to read warning labels. I used to kiss people I loved. I used to smoke on rare occasions. I used to sleep every night. I used to eat three meals a day. I'm reckless. Everything in my life has changed. The only thing I am careful of now is you
Ella Byrne Mar 2015
I'm cautious to a fault
I've never stared down
The barrel of a gun
I've never held
A blade to my wrists
But I've thought about it.

I was never a girl of extremes
I've never drunk
Poison until I passed out
I've never let my lips
Inhale ash
But I contemplated it.

I was never careless
After a few painful infatuations
And unrequited feelings
I fell in love
And this time, he loves me too
But somehow my heart is still fractured.

I cannot help but wonder
How someone so sensible
So careful
Can still be so messed up
When they have done nothing but
Tread without fault.

The thoughts and feelings
That I do my best to ignore
Stifle me, suffocate me
Even overwhelm me, sometimes
I'm cautious to a fault
And it terrifies me.
Written in March 2015
Gwen Pimentel Mar 2015
Be careful when you fall in love with a poet
Poets
We kinda don't really think in the same way as everybody else
If everybody's thinking outside the box, were probably the ones thinking on the box
Or with the box, or in another box
Yeah see that was kinda weird
We think in metaphors
We write with our own blood
We write about anything and everything that makes us feel
Which means we will probably write about you
And will continue to write about you even after we've broken up and you moved on and youve forgotten about us
We will still write about you
Because you engraved feelings in us which we have immortalized into words
Think of it like this
You come into our lives
You spill wet cement on the walls of our hearts
We write all the feelings we get on the wet cement and when you're gone it dries up

Be careful when you fall in love
With the girl who can compare you to the sun
One minute she can tell you that the sun is the source of life in this world and brightens up her day
And the next, she can tell you that the sun's UV rays are actually harmful and the sun sets too
While you are talking
She is thinking about how your eyes crease at the corners when you laugh
And how your smile is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen
And how your hair is the perfect mix of messy and hot
She will try to put all these feelings into words
And despite her vast vocabulary and experience in writing
She will never find the right words to describe you
Searching for words will be like using internet explorer as your browser
Or riding a snail
Or looking through a dictionary when all the words are crossed out

Be careful when you fall in love
With a girl who writes
Because you just might be the reason for her writer's block
And she will probably hate you for it
But at the same time love you for it
Yet you can also be the reason she can never stop writing
Because you are more than enough inspiration she needs
You will be the driving force of the pen in her hand against the paper
And that's pretty **** amazing if you ask me
She can turn your world into words
Turn your thoughts into lines
Turn your feelings into poetry
She will say the things you never knew how to say

Be careful when you fall in love with a poet
Because you just might be turned into intangible literature
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