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Forgotten Dreams Jul 2014
You told me you trusted me,
Made me think we were okay.
Stroking my hair and smiling,
Like forever would be this way.

But then things changed,
You said I wouldn't understand...
Treated me like I wouldn't care
If you pushed me away...

I tried talking...
But my words never seem to make sense.
They don't fall into place...
Not like your lies...

The thing is darling,
I actually cared...
But when you push someone away,
Eventually they'll just let go...
Someone close to me asked me to write about them...I don't think this is what they meant but it's what came to mind
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Do you think if I ignore you it might make you notice me more..?
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I remember when we met;
You stood in that classroom,
And all I thought was...
"She is going to annoy me"
It turns out you do...
But no matter how many times I **** you off,
Or you annoy me to death...
We tried to remain friends...

But lately your changing...
Or maybe its me...
We're becoming more different.
It's harder for us to relate.
I find myself wondering why...
Why we're still friends...?
Why I put up with you?
Why you stick with me...?

I thought I might be going mad,
It's always been a possibility...
I thought I was being pedantic
But the arguments are always the same...

I came to decision today,
About why we're still friends.
It's not because we click,
Nor because we get along...
It's more to do with how we don't...

You drive me crazy,
And I probably do the same for you.
But no matter what we're both there...
Through thick and thin.
So...
No matter how much you hate me...
No matter how many times I tell you to go away...
We'll still be together...

*For Kate
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Please don't tell me you care... It just gets my hopes up... And I don't want them crushed again
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Are you okay?
No not really but I have to sound perfect around you so I guess I'm okay
Why do you keep asking me if you look okay?
Because I don't believe you
Why do you keep fiddling with your hair?
Because it looks terrible and maybe if I keep messing with it, it might look alright
You're fine with us being just friends, right?
No. Not at all. If I value you enough to stay friends with you it means I really want you back.
Why do you keep leaving me?*
Because that way you won't leave me first
I don't know if this applies to all girls but it certainly does to me...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
It's funny how people forget,
That underneath those white stones
There are people...
Young men.
Men that hadn't even started living.
It's not just a name on a pretty white stone,
Covered in roses and poppies,
That hide what lies beneath.
Those are men who stood up with real courage,
Not like what you read in books,
But real courage.
They knew the risks...or sometimes didn't...
But they still stood.
Unlike you and I who just complain,
Those men fought for our future...
So no my friend it's not just a pretty white stone,
They are the real Heros
Spent the last four days touring the battlefields in Normandy and this is just one of the poems I came up with whilst there. All feedback is highly welcomed :]
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...

I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...

I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.
Judge away... I'm trying to not care... No matter how much I do ...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words...
They really hurt me...
To feel this pain,
And show it hurts,
I'll take a blade and make a cut,
Once... Or Twice...
Or maybe more..
Just to feel alive...
But that's not what I want anymore,
To feel alive...
If words never hurt me...
Then I will...
I'll take that blade and make one last cut...
And maybe then... you might stop...

But sticks and stones are what break my bones,
And words aren't meant to hurt me...
The Butterfly Project is a project aimed to help people who self harm and the rules are as follows:
1) Every time you feel like self harming you draw a butterfly (or any design) where you would normally self harm.
2) Name the butterfly (or design) after someone who wants you to get better or cares about you.
3) YOU CANNOT WASH IT OFF IT MUST FADE NATURALLY
4) If you self harm while you can still see the butterflies or you have killed them.
If you do not self harm you can still do this to support people who do
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I know I'm six foot,
Have fiery red hair,
And less common sense than a goldfish...
But is it too much to ask you to stay?

I know I've got baggage,
More than I should,
And yes that's not your problem,
But I only want you to stay...

I know I'm not perfect,
Far from it,
And if that's what you're looking for then I'm not for you..
But all I want is for someone to stay...
Why is it people want me to be perfect?...I'm Not...I just want some to stay by my side...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
I
Wish
I could
Cry my fears
away

So
Much
Time is lost
being scared
but nothing
done
I know its ****** but I its how I'm feeling right now
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