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  Mar 2018 hannah
EMD
Do you know that smell that some books have?
The smell that takes you straight into the world in the ink?
Something between smoke and wood chips?
The smell of what music would smell like?
That smell the one of the farthest back shelf in the library?
The one where it smells like the hands of those who’ve loved it?
Do you know that smell that some books have?
The one that can take you anywhere in the world?
Any time, anyplace, with any person, of any race?
The smell of fresh printers ink and ancient paper?
Do you know that smell?
hannah Mar 2018
Why can't we all just get along
Aren't we all apart of the same race The human race
I believe that we should be proud of where we came from
I believe that we should all be able to hold are heads up high no matter what we are
I believe that we should be equal in the eyes of others
I believe that we should not be judge by where we came from, but by how we
represent it
I believe that we are all the same no matter what we
look like,
believe in,
come from.
I believe that we are equal
  Mar 2018 hannah
Cassian
Dad
You always point out every flaw dad
Always reminding me of everything I do wrong
You never cared how I felt dad
Always comparing me to someone else
I already know how stupid I am dad
Believe me I’ve been told thousands of times
That’s why I want to move away from you
You’ve made me feel alone dad
While still saying you’re my friend
I cared but you didn’t
That was my problem I accept responsibility for that
But the hardest part about letting go is that
I’ll never hear you running after me
Deep into the cold
  Mar 2018 hannah
Caleb Luke
To my gentle eyed girl,

When it comes the time to draw your blade,
I swear not to blink,
And not to blame.
I will drive alone like it were in the beginning,
I will remember to greet you
Just as the living.
this lays open to interpretation, whether it literal or not.
hannah Mar 2018
I used to think that we were friends
But that was back before you were accepted
You are no longer the book that can't fit on the shelf
I used to think that everybody should be your friend
But now I see how it has changed you
I  used to think that we could have been everything and more
But that was before people knew your name
That was before you meet them
That was before
This is the after
Your friendship means everything to me
But only when you can do something for me
Why haven't you replied I texted you ten minutes ago
Doesn't answer a text for three months

You told me you loved me
You told me you cared
You told me that I was your bestfriend
Only to let me find out that you were just using me
My secrets where given away to smoke and mirrors
Did you really think I wouldn't find out
I knew all along but lied to myself for you
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