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 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
Oh,
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
Oh,
And I realized how far you could pull my heart in ∞ & a half ways,

you could break me like a pinky-promise.

Little delicate china pieces adorning worn-out shoes.

But goodness,
it has just occurred to me that

we are
stronger
than
we know
of.
And
we love more than we could ever imagine.
Hello there lovely soul!
This is for you, you and you.
x
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
Bee-stings
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
The very last words of that one story,

the terribly short quote her fingertips traced on her wrists at 4 am then again at 11am.

The very last words to him.

Reminds her of

cold tea,

unfinished stories with no end

&
undone smiles.

Far too scared to write last words,
eventually she became one.

The irony is stinging.
Hello there lovely!
Phew, finished my first ever three-hour English exam and boy, did it get wild. ;)
My right hand was aching, smudged with blank pen ink.
Second last exam tomorrow!!
Sweet dreams to you, you and you.
x
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Wes
sad*  scared  alone  depressed  It  overwhelmed  ups­et  ignorant
 irrelevant  broken  disgusting  is you  awful  rejected  numb  stupid   
unhappy  lazy­  fat  mad  that protects me from the  hopeless  cold  fear
glum  tragic  pouring rain and you shelter me from the  worked  poor
despair  big wide world and for that I owe you my soul  chubby
sick  and           I          think             that          you         are  wrong
hollow                                              B                                               shame
empty                                               e                                                 envy
anxst                                                a                                            remorse
grief                                                  u                                               greedy
poorly                                               t                                             shallow
fed up                                              i                                             beaten
bullied                                              f                                               guilty
unheard                                           u                                         unneeded
stress                                             l.                                             *bored
I don't particularly like this 'poem'. :)
Without my friend I would feel...
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Michael Duong
She's the type of girl who deserves it all
because she was the fragile flower
that bloomed in adversity
she would get the attention of boys
but nothing more
they use their cheap tricks and overused lines
that she has heard all before

She's the type of girl who has been through it all
through the years that changed her
and the never ending weeks
Been through the tiresome days
where there was no clear start
with each passing second
breaking her heart

She's the type of girl who shines brightest
when the stars are dim
with an inviting smile
to draw you in
she's the type who stands tall
regardless of what brings her down
she's the type of girl who deserves it all
the one and only who deserves the crown
Sometimes I wonder how you guys can write so skilfully!
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
Voids
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
I am not quite sure what to say.
My lips cannot move into the right ways to speak even the wrong words.

The edges, the pockets of my mind is terribly creased.
The dizzying criss-cross of lines and crumples
paint hopelessness
into
tears.

I miss the very susurrations your being makes,
when you were next to me.
Even on sun-dappled days,
I still feel the ghost of your shoulders & elbows nudging mine.

My collarbones still feel the lines of your lips right

                                                               ­                                    t here.
My soul miss and misses yours.
But I do know,
this is
a
void
that
will only
become
space and time
*itself.
Hello there sunshine! I hope you are having a lovely day!
Sigh, I have panda eyes, a numb brain filled with words like Alkanes, Sensorimotor Stage and Montana 1948 and oh, three exams tomorrow.
Let's do this.
x
 Jun 2014 Cathyy
imadeitallup
It's true, what they say
people are mirrors
I look into your eyes
everything is backwards

What you see,
eyes and lips
hips and thighs
dirt and twigs
curves and lines

If my proportions
are enough, but
not too much
then...
I have your attention
and maybe
If I press my clothes
burn my hair
paint my face
maybe you will
like what you see?

What would I see?
If you never told me
I was beautiful
When I cover up
brush my hair
across my face
then...
would I know?
could I see?
The girl that's dying
inside of me.
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