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Remember that girl I told you about?
Rejected me three times?
Well, even when I liked I had problems with her...
When she gets obsessed with something she always makes me try it,
And never have I ever liked it,
I don't want to read twilight or harry potter!
I am sorry, but I am not your daughter!
I am guy who used like you,
But even then I kinda had spite for you,
Leave me alone don't force me to do this,
Quit saying your tired every day we have been through this!
I don't hate her, or want to date her.
But I just can't deal with her anymore,
I listen to her when I want to ignore.
Why do I do this?
It's just a bore.
I just realized that at some point...if any relationship happened...I would be easily annoyed.
Sorry I have to say this, but...I can't take it!
 Mar 2018 hannah
EMD
Book smell
 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?
 Mar 2018 hannah
Cassian
Dad
 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
CAM
Shy?
 Mar 2018 hannah
CAM
God. How am I still not okay?

God. It's been so long.

God. I'm so tired of life right now.

God. What happened to me?

I was such a nice kid.
I was calm all the time.
Mature for my age,
Little but so lively.

I was so helpful.
So loyal.
I always supported my trust.
But I never really spoke my mind.

I was shy.
I was small.
I never stood up for my feelings
I never stood up for myself.

And now I'm older.
I realize I don't need support.
I need myself.
I need confidence.

Speaking your mind is not wrong.
Standing up for your feelings isn't rude.
Standing up for yourself isn't mean.
Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.

No one's perfect. Not even them.
The ones you hate for being so amazing.
Maybe she has anxiety.
Maybe his mom is alcoholic.

No one has a perfect life.
There's not one perfect family in the world.
There is not a person in the world who's perfect.
There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.

But just because you aren't perfect.
Doesn't make you less worth it.
You're amazing.
You're still charming, kind, and strong.

You're just more experienced.
You just understand some more things now.

And maybe, just maybe,
You just aren't as shy anymore.
I'm not perfect. But I'm not shy anymore either.
 Mar 2018 hannah
TeeCrush
Of a beautiful heart, and creator of precious art,
You are an artist of a different kind.
You’ve a mind with which I’d love to intertwine.

You are more gorgeous than anything to be found in our skies,
And I’ve found that there are stars in your dark chocolate eyes.
They shine so bright that I can see the gleam,
They are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

When you smile, there is a glow,
You’ve such a sweet smile,
You could cure sorrow for miles.
You’ve the prettiest lips I’ve ever known.

To come across you in my day makes me so glad,
because when we’re together, there’s always laughs to be had.
You’re my favorite person to be around,
and because of this - your laugh has become my favorite sound.

Burning aspirations, with the intensity of a thousand suns
Captivating creations, to leave viewers speaking in tongues
Charming personality, you are precious and a work of art,
Surpassed my expectations, you are the queen of my heart.

When it comes to creating, you are so skilled - you could forge dreams,
So talented that you’ve created masterpieces - without the means.
I’d love to create alongside you, in art and through and through,
I want you to paint my love with the color of you.

As an artist myself, I’ve learned from someone else,
That to make a pretty color, it takes a combination of four, three, or two
But there aren’t enough colors in the world -
to make justice to the beautiful spectrum that makes you.

And if one day you called me your love,
I don’t think I could ever mind.
But if you decide not, that’d be alright, for I’d still love you blind.
You’re the greatest, you’re the best, you’re the perfect pal,
My Vintage Gal.
I wrote and read this poem to a fellow artist in an attempt to make my declaration. She wasn't into me.
 Mar 2018 hannah
Twelve
Patawad
 Mar 2018 hannah
Twelve
Sa maling akala,
Doon tayo nawala,
Na parang isang bula,
Sa isang hinala,
Na hindi ako yung may sala,
Pero yun ang pinaniwalaan mo,
Kaya tayo gumuho,
Unting unti na naglalaho,
Ang mga pinagsamahan natin,
Hayaan mo at ako na ang aangkin,
Para matapos ang sakit na iyong naramdaman,
Huwag ka ng magalala sakin paglisan,
Dahil ang puso ito’y di ka naman iniwan,
Kahit anong oras ikaw pa rin.
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