Jordan Nov 2018
something
i wish for
is for
someone to love
me

people joke
but there's a twist
they joke about terrible
things

they joke about
suicide and
mental states
why do they do that?

something i want
is for something to just
go my way for
once

i want
for someone to be
kind and
acknowledge me

rain falling outside my window
represents all of
the tears of the world

dripping
and the droplets
of the sky
cling on to trees

like i cling on to hope

suicidal thoughts cloud
my head every day
i always
push
them away

falling into depression
both the suffering
cell-mate and
the cruel jailer

i want the door to swing open
and to be free

but with bad things
repeatedly happening
i don't think it'll open

no friends
school is ****
my sister hates me
my dog doesn't even love me

get out of this ****
maybe live in another world
being a fangirl
that would truly make me happy

because is there anything in this world
that wants me?
Sehar Sep 2018
poster kisses, an
impossible wish; isn't it
hard being fangirls ?
haiku.
how is it though, to live in imaginary universes?
luna Apr 2018
I dont understand how I am living in a world that is not yours
I hope we can meet each other one day
we can get to see ourselves with our own eyes
and we can finally

finally

break the distance
Racquel Davis Jul 2017
She is my heart living its own life
Formed in its own being
Living the life I live
seluring Oct 2017
rossy cheeks and pretty eyes,
pointed nose and lovely smiles.
humbly speaks in every way,
gets more beautiful day by day.

she walks as if her soul is on fire,
that many people really admire.
she can barely make my heart flutter,
even by just standing right in the corner.

many people tried to bring her down,
but she didn’t let them take her crown.
though haters hate her even more,
her kindness remains, that’s what I really adore.

confidently proud of what she is,
she’s just really such a masterpiece.
appeared to be soft but defeats blunt with keen,
how can you not love a girl like Maureen?
ig: seluriing
twt: seluring
fb: seluring
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DCgirl Sep 2017
Ta-targaryen
Ta-ta-targaryen
Jonnnn the Targaryen                        
Cute but a wimp                        
His sisters Sansa and Arry                      
Are the Lady and the Chimp                        
His Mom and Dad were King and Queen of the land of Westeros                        
They were killed by Robert Barry
and now Cersei is the bosssss
For those who don't know what this is, please Google the theme song to Dave the Barbarian (cartoon from the 2000s) and sing along!
I sang/messaged this to my friends (IN CAPS) last year when Jon's parentage was confirmed.. felt like sharing it here just because!
nadine Sep 2017
sweetest dream

i always see your eyes at night,
in the dark, they shine so bright
when your gaze landed softly on mine
your twinkling eyes found my dreamy eyes screaming my desiresㅡ screaming you.
It was a sign.

the fire of our lamps was so close to ignite
you were so close,
but it doesn't feel right.
and then i blinked twice. thrice.
and almost thousands of times.
nothing has changed.
only the stars have welcomed my sight.
suddenly, a bitter smile was painted on my face,
it was right afterall.

in reality, you're a star.
you were close enough for me to see you glow
but not close enough for me to see upclose.
in my dreams, you are real.
for you are all the good dreams
my reality couldn't bare to hold.
written for kwon soonyoung by a carrot heart.
this has been, nadine. x
Emily Austin Aug 2017
To watch or not to watch.
That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them.
To watch, to cry.
One more episode and only sleep will help me to end.
The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with.
‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish.
To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it.
For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long.
To watch characters travel the depths of space and time.
The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists.
The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return.
Our fangirl hearts burn and even still
We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none.  Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all
Thus we are heroes so very proud
So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc
We bare our lights sabers alight
And lose ourselves in the action
Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever 
To be normal? Ha! Never.
I forgot I had written this, so enjoy!
Raindrop May 2017
It was in the 26th of May
When thirteen stars became one in the galaxy
Among the stars that light up the dark sky,
They shine the brightest with their own light

More were enticed by their brilliant colors
With their own flare that never wears out
In the sky, we watch them dazzle
They will never lose that spark

Others might try to dim their flame
But they only blaze up with more energy,
Enchanting the whole universe
All eyes and ears; mesmerized

Though we're skies apart,
Our hearts are just a beat away
A promise to always protect the glow
Of the thirteen stars that made us dream again
was supposed to post this on the 26th of May ;-;
Raindrop May 2017
Reality struck me at midnight
My fantasies had fade away
As my heart begins to sink even deeper
How long have I been dreaming,
About a stranger I can’t call my lover?

The only stranger whom I allowed
To break and mend my heart repeatedly
The only stranger whom I loved recklessly
And the stranger whom I let myself
Get consumed by the love I have

The stranger’s face is all I see
In the morning when I wake up
Until midnight as I go to sleep
I dream about him in the day
And even when the night falls

Until our paths have crossed,
We’re no more than just strangers
But even if the deity allowed us to meet,
And his eyes laid upon me,
He will soon forget about it

Thus, when the day comes
I get tired of dreaming
About a stranger I can’t call mine,
Only then will I restrain myself
And forget about that stranger
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