#noticeme
It doesn’t matter if I’m dancing in
The center floor
Or pressed against the wall
Like a flower
You never see me anyways
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
The sun sets,
But I lay awake,
Thinking about the last few days...
I wonder what it means?
Is it all in my head?
Replaying our conversations,
Thinking about your smile.
So many questions,
Not enough answers.
I wait for tomorrow,
Hoping to see you soon.
Waiting for another chance,
To be besides you.
The simple things you do
Mean the world to me.
Most people would overlook them,
But not me.
Hopefully you'll notice,
See how similar we are.
Notice our connection,
And give it a try.
Stop being oblivious,
Realize the signs...
I know you feel it too,
You don't need to compromise.
We can talk for hours,
From the simple to complex.
We don't have to do anything,
And be together all night.
You're so confusing,
Give me a sign.
Tell me there's something ..
Or if im waisting my time...
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
as soon as the
last bell rings
i go around classes,
slowly walk downstairs
and finally go home
once i’ve seen you
once i’ve
observed who you’re with,
analyzed how you walk
and the way that you smiled
as our eyes met
i walk around
the hallways
wishing
to walk around
your mind
wishing
you were able to
smell the blue
of my presence
just like I listen to
the gray of
your absence
perhaps
i don’t walk around
to see you,
perhaps i do it
for you to see me
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
I do not
have to tell you
not to notice me.
Your eyes rest,
and then skim right by
...my features barely holding
a place in your mind.
Sometimes
I like it that way...
...but sometimes
I wish to have
some sort of...
relevance
in your life
in your hopes
in your dreams...
Sometimes
I wish
I wasn't so irrelevant
to you...
-IrisMaddenPoetry
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Can you see me, or are you blind?
Maybe I am just an image of your mind?
I think I'm lost, waiting to be found
Stuck in these chains forever bound
Can you see me yet, or is it too late?
I should've took your hand, next time I won't hesitate
Can you see me yet, will you set me free?
I'll see my very soul, If that's the fee
Please see me, I miss the way you'd glance
I'd shine even better if you gave a second chance
Just one look, a glimpse from your eyes
Will give me the feeling of being alive
I'm willing to place it all on a single bet
Just tell me if you can see me yet?
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
I'm hanging onto you like a kitten on a branch.
Calluses appear on my hands like acne on a teen.
Sweat beating down my face, glistening against the sun.
Holding on takes too much.
There is no support system.
No beam.
No ground.
Nothing to lean on.
Holding on takes too much.
I watch you from down here listening to every word.
Hoping I hear you say my name.
I feel the weight on my body grow heavier and pull me down.
Holding on takes too much.
Falling, still gazing back up at you.
Hoping you catch me.
Hoping you notice me.
Hoping you care.
Holding on takes too much.
Depression. Dark and empty.
The only result of chasing you.
Depression the only result of needing you.
Holding on takes too much.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
Are they paying attention?
Do they notice how I
Avoid them?
Do they catch me staring?
Do they spy the way I walk?
Do they hear the way I talk?
Did they see my little freak outs?
Did they watch the way I waved?
Are they paying attention?
Do they stare without shame?
I want them to notice.
I want them to see.
I want them care enough
To catalog it in their brains.
I want them to comment.
I want them to speak.
I want them to like me enough
To say what's on their minds.
Are you paying attention?
Do you notice how I
Avoid you?
Do you catch me staring?
Do you spy the way I walk?
Do you hear the way I talk?
Did you see my little freak outs?
Did you watch the way I waved?
Are you paying attention?
Do you stare without shame?
Could you?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
I told that when I came out of my mother's womb I was singing.
I was told that I whenever I talk I speak as if I'm telling a story.
When I tried out for every solo in middle school and never got it.
Notice: That never stopped me from singing.
When my best friend ignored my words of wisdom, or told me she didn't get it.
Notice: That never stopped me from writing.
Those plenty of times I've sprained my ankle or was too weak to run another mile.
Notice: It never stopped me from running.
I'm stubborn and that could be a good thing and a bad thing.
I was told by my own family "Shut up, no one cares."
Notice: That didn't stop me from having a voice.
I was afraid to go outside because I was afraid I'd need an ambulance.
Notice: I still went outside.
See when I was a baby I never tried new things.
I didn't take risks.
But I was told that when I came out of my mother's womb I was singing.
Singing to the heavens, singing to the sky, singing all the angel's goodbye.
Notice: Nothing has ever stopped me from believing in myself.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
My friend Amelia (real name, of course, redacted)
is something of a pained Ophelia.
The play's the thing, the part brilliantly acted;
She stands alone by Hamlet's side,
She sighs and moans and pouts and pines,
and waits for him to be attracted.
But Hamlet I know; He's a friend of mine,
and for her heart, he doesn't pine. He's out to solve his father's ******
Let him go, Ophelia. It's all right. He won't be dissuaded by your ardour;
your love won't keep him long distracted.
Senpai; My Liege; it all rings far more familiar than it aught.
"Notice me!"
"Notice me!"
or then again...
not.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC