Can I burn Fahrenheit 451?

How can I be at peace when you're not around?

Here comes the anger and the tears and the frustration.
The yelling.
The punching.
The frustration.

Oh how senseless anger overwhelms me... even for the smallest things....

A violent, jagged
slash across the chest
as if you slowly dragged the dagger though me slowly,
unsure with shaky hands,
stopped to think again,
then continued, just as
shaky as before.

All the while
the crimson paint begins to
overflow,
a volcano too full,
a river that decided to be an artist,
but the only color it has is ruby.

I sit here alone...
in the corner...
crying...

In the next room over...
I hear them laughing...
hysterical laughs...
taunting me...
of what life has neglected to give to me...

I'm breathing heavily,
heaving,
unable to face what I have just done.

without you,
there's no point in trying.

Tell me...
how does one get the special someone
to love you?

:3 reply below, or repost and post it as a poem :P thanx ^^"
much appreciated.

Things about me that I should be proud of but don't really care much for:

-The way I can mend people sometimes...
-The way I can have impromptu dance parties when the right song comes on...
-The way I can beat your *** if you hurt my friends...
-The way I can show you the love you deserve...
-The anger and rebellion inside of me that I've held in for so long...
-Somehow being able to tolerate and bear with the little freedom I have the and the want to have more...
-Being able to deal with my crushes, keeping them somewhat in check XD
-The smashing buttons that I can do and still win the video games I play c:
-My stubbornness
-How I'm gonna smack you :D and then act all innocent :P
-My music taste
-My loyalty to my friends

Numb,
like the cement on the ground beneath me,
stepped on, trampled,
worn down.
It can't stand anymore,
cracks threatening to open even more,
to spill out all its guts,
and tell the world what really lies beneath it all,
with its hints of emerald peeking out, excited to see what's in store,
naive.

If only it knew what awaits it outside,
the terror of imminent screams that will pierce its mind
and stay in there, a pinball bounced
back and forth
back and forth
in a pinball machine;
of the agony that will claw its way in and stay there,
the way lions pounce on their prey, bring them down,
and stay there gnawing on its meat, the bones that are left,
and the vultures joining in the pickings.

Maybe it's just me,
but hopefully the green shall retreat back slowly, and come out when it's time.

For now the world is shifting, no longer of
feverish giggles of obnoxious, sticky children,
the passionate embraces of lovers,
and the glimmer of joy that seeps out of the wrinkles of a friend's face,
but of
loud, rude remarks of unruly brats that have been exposed to too many sins,
cheating lovers, here one night, gone the next, leaving only broken hearts, tears, and empty tubs of ice cream,
and gruesome blooming bruises that cover your face, as well as matching cuts that cover your "friend's" own face, and both of you backstabbed by each other, hurt, and with vengeance flowing out of you like tributaries.

So go. Leave, and come back once the time is ripe, and things are the way they should be.
The world and I are just going to hurt you anyways...

It's the boys with the sweetest words, the cheesiest pickup lines, and the cutest shows of affection who will win me over.

Really,
we're just tourists to this big world we live in.

I'm very good at
-smuggling food
anywhere :)
-acting,
so I might hate you for what you're doing to me,
but I'll keep a smile and pretend I love you.
- -sheepish smile- buttering up teachers.
-being *****, then playing innocent whoops
-questionable flirting (?)
-blaming others
-lying
-trying too hard
-sending signs without meaning to, just trying to be nice

Its the ones who care about you, not the ones that don't, who will last the longest.

The know-it-all's don't really know it all.

It's the old mean girls who will fade away someday.

It's the nerds and the geeks who will further develop this world we live in.

It's the quiet ones that you should be terrified of.

I'm missing out on my anime
just to talk to you.

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and *****,
Comet and cupid and Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall?
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Has a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeers
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?

Then all the reindeers loved him,
And they all shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red-nose Reindeer
You'll go down in history!"

Why is it that just because he
was asked for help by a celebrity (Santa)
and became associated with this celebrity,
all the other reindeer all of a sudden love him?

Doesn't that mean that the reindeers only love him
because he is now a celebrity
and not him as a reindeer?

If I asked you for your jacket
'cause I was cold,
would you give it to me?
What if I snuggled under you arm,
stayed close by you to feel your heat radiating off you?
Would you push me away?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.  :3
this past year has been quite stressful for me, but with hp here supporting me, ive been able to survive through it :) im grateful to have you guys here with your kind words and your awesome poetry. It has kept me alive and breathing in this dead world that we live in... Thanx so much for just being here... It means more than you know...

Don't go around hugging
All my friends
Get them to
Stare at you with wide,
Innocent eyes
As you sashay away
Leaving them awestruck,
Then turn around innocently
To see them fight
And be confused.

Cause if your gonna turn all my friends against each other,
Ruin everything I live for,
Then ***** gonna go down.

Anyone sick and tired of what society says about certain things? Than write a poem redefining a word. It can be anything from beauty to loneliness to terror. Take that word and define what it means to you. Comment below if you r gonna try it out and ill check it out :) also use the hashtag "redefineeverything" when posting it. There r no other rules for this challenge, its open to all interpretations.

Ex) beauty
Its the way tour mind works to solve problems,
How you react to things,
Thats what beauty is.
Not the way you look
Or what you wear or
Even how you style your hair.
That doesnt matter.
Its the wya you smile at me
And help others in your own strange ways,
Now thats beauty.

Looks have become everything in society.
Why?

Just because someone looks good
They are now popular?
Fawned upon?
What about the brains?
It is we who make the world change and work. We are the ones who control it, manipulate it.
Not the ones with *** appeal.

You turn on a tv. You see a commercial for victoria secret models with skinny waists and big ***** and *****. You close it.

You flip open a magazine. You see an ad showcasing a watch with a pale strong faced flawless skin displaying it. You close it.

You turn the radio on. You hear an ad of a guy with a deep **** voice attractibg attention to an online dating site.  You turn it off.

Dating website. Shows off pictures of potential people you might want to talk to based on how good looking they are and how good you guys look together. Log off.

What defines "beautiful"?
We can't let society make us conform to their ways and their quotas and definitions. Bend the rules. Be undefined. Redefine everything.

Maybe I do this
To escape.

One can never be truly grateful.
It's impossible.
There's too mich to thank.
If your happy to have a computer,
Your gonna have to thank
The laborers in China who constructed it,
Steve Jobs for designing it,
Apple for populating it,
Miners who get the metal for it,
Ship workers who shopped it over to the U. S. to be used,
Store workers who sold it to you,
And so many more and this is for just one object.
So you can't be truly grateful for everything in one short day.
Be grateful everyday,
And maybe just maybe
You'll fit a sliver of everyone
Who deserves to be appreciated.

Thanksgiving?
Hm. Never needed one.
I'm thankful everyday,
There shouldn't be just one day
Where you give your thanks to
Just a few people that don't
Really matter much to you but are there so you voice
Your empty words with no meaning to.
It's just another day to act.

Thanksgiving is an excuse
To not be grateful everyday
For the things you have in your life
Small or big.
So why should we celebrate
Thanksgiving?
It's just an excuse for
Extravagant eating,
Boisterous black friday,
No school,
Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade,
And football.

Really, the true meaning of Thanksgiving is not of the giving of thanks,
But the day in which you reunite with your family,
You relax,
And just take in life.

It's too late to care.

Maybe if you weren't so ******* flirtatious and romantic,
If your smile couldn't make me go all gooey inside,
If you didn't look forward to seeing me,
and whisper secrets only meant for me in the dark of the night,
or if those jokes didn't make me laugh so hard that tears would spring up and my stomach would hurt and I thought I couldn't take it anymore,
maybe then I could forget you and leave you behind.

The moment when you start skipping everywhere you go,
and can't stop smiling,
and just can't contain the giggles
and start jumping around and dancing, even in the rain,
and start singing like the birds in the morning,
and the optimism seeps into your voice
like a dollop too much of cherry cough syrup,
you know you are loved.

You're the first person
to ever realize
that we're falling apart.
Congrats, Luis,
for once a guy has actually cared about
the stature of our current relationship,
which is to say,
that it's slowly deteriorating.

In the dark,
you face the terrors that live under your bed,
and the monsters that stay caged in your head,
until now.

Now, you have to face them,
alone,
and tired of the daylights constant taunting.

It's lonely really,
laying here as the dark ebbs of the night surround you,
encompass you into something like them.
Those soul reapers that forcibly
borrow some demons,
return them morning.

Its a nice kind of lonely...
being here, you just fighting off those monsters.
You can finally see their faces clearly now,
ironic even, that you don't need any light to see them,
but only darkness to witness their crimes.

But when morning comes,
they fade away,
leaving you nothing, but something like a renewal.

Which explains why you only dream at night,
and can't have dreams while napping in the day.

Once upon a time, there was a
fat-***, rude, easily aggravated, and aggressive princess
who sat at the top of a tower,
waiting for a dreamy prince who would someday climb the tower
and rescue her
and not care that she was
ugly, loud, and half out of her mind.

One day, that day came,
and this boy of a man
climbed up the sides of the ****** tower
that contained the dreaming princess,
hoping to save her
and make her his.

Once he got to the top,
he tapped her window,
rap...rap...rap
"My dear, I have come save you! Come out!"
She stirred out of another daydream of a
hunky, sweet guy coming to save her,
only to find that it had come true.
She dashed across the floor,
with her fat chubby legs, her heavy panting, her sloppy, ***** and tattered chiffon dress,
and burst open the french window.

"Oh hey yea, sorry I was kinda busy back there, so what's up? Why'd you come knocking? Hmmm..? Where are you?"
She looked around, but couldn't find the poor prince.
Turns out, the prince had clung on the the window,
but once she flung open the windows,
he lost his grip and fell back down,
all the way down to the bottom.
She stared down.

"****! Oh well. At least he gets that pretty ***** at the bottom,
who has yearned for his attention for so long. He'll be happy. They deserve each other."
She shrugs, closes the windows, and watches as
the fair maiden at the edge of the tower
mends his bones and his heart,
while stealing it along the way.

The fortunate prince fell in love with the dear maiden,
and it seems that she had always loved him from afar but never dared to say a word,
and they both lived happily ever after.
Of course, all while the princess stared down with a knowing smile on her face.

Wake up in the middle of the night
for inspiration,
new ideas,
thoughts waiting to be poured onto paper.

Stay off the streets,
stay inside,
don't make contact with anything or anyone.
There's a terrible virus going around,
it climbs through your veins,
crawls into you every thought,
and drives you mad from the inside out...
This thing will render you useless,
making your legs like jelly, your mouth and tongue bloated,
your stomach twisted.
It calls for you to talk to others, even if you can't,
to spread the virus around
with words,
actions.
It craves the touch and interaction of others.
Stay off the streets,
it's coming to get you,
it will tear you apart,
and you won't ever be able to get back up again.

I sit here in tomorrow,
as you lay there in yesterday.

I can tell you what's to come:
a broken glass,
some tears,
and too many tubs of ice cream.
Oh an the best thing of all:
a smile
that will surely come.

To be quite frank with you,
I'm not good with talking to people.
I get nervous, and worried,
and overall a wreck,
cause somehow I usually end up ******* something up,
no matter what.

I don't know you,
you don't know me.
And I'm glad you don't know me,
if you knew what I've done,
what I am,
who I am,
You'd run.
But from one kindred (hm maybe not) spirit to another,
I'd like to give you the respect,
the love
that you undoubtedly deserve
but receive from songs.
I don't know you yet,
or enough really with your sparse and occasionally written poetry,
but,
I care.
I have no clue who you are,
but at the same time I do, with all your poems,
showing me the depths of your mind.

Either way,
I don't care who you are in real life.

I just want to say...
thanks, I guess.
For hanging in there, and being strong, at least for a little while.

And then there's me.