Suicide just makes things worse...
So please don't go...
Stay.

I hope you failed and I'm not too late.

I'm sorry I'm not worth it.
I thought...
I hoped this would be a fairy tale.

You, the prince. Everyone loves you.
Me, the peasant girl who has always loved you from afar.
One day, my fairy godmother takes me to the ball,
And we dance the night away,
Me falling deeper for you,
You loving me...
A wondurous dream,
The prince falls for the peasant.

But I guess not all fairy tales end with a happily ever after...
And it was all just too fantastical, too good to be true...
Just know that it may have never been real,
It may have just been a story,
But I still love you.

He was the epitome of stay away.
The guns, the knives, the tears, the deliveries.
He was the boy that screamed allurance,
the one that parents told you to stay away from,
the one that no one took the chance with.

But there was something about those eyes,
that smile,
the way he spoke.
That hidden side of him
that he wouldn't show anyone,
but me.
The Adam of the Beast,
The one that held you close and couldn't stand to see you cry,
the one that wrote poems and whispered reassurances in your ear,
the one that performed his own songs on guitar, crooning the night away,
the one sending you roses.

And yet,
Even with the violence and the danger,
I love all of him.

My eyes are wide open,
But I'm off in wonderland,
Dreaming of a prince
To rescue me from the pits of hell,
To take me away.

A whisper,
A scowl,
Howls of laughter.

"Creep? Are you paying attention in class? Please answer number 5."
"Well, Mr. Wolov. Number 5 doesn't really matter, does it? In the end, it won't help me at all, I will forget it and it won't help me in life at all. What will help are these senseless dreams I put myself in, they nurture ruptured hearts, pick together murdered minds, remind me how to be sane. Oh and the answer to number 5 is that President Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation did free slaves, and allowed for contrabands to join the Union."

-silence-

"What?"
"Um. Thank you, Creep...? Number 6, Dani."

CALLING HELP FROM ALL THE MALES:
HOW SHOULD A GIRL APPROACH A GUY SHE LIKES? IN GENERAL CONVERSATION OR IN ASKING THE GUY OUT?

Thanks for any help you can offer me. ^^

she came onto the car today
head bowed, shoulders hunched
holding what looked like the world for her
as everyone looked away and barred themselves
for things they were too busy to hear,
too insignificant for their time

with a deep breath
she started
slowly gaining strength and power through her words
showing the words out of her mouth on to
the bare ***** subway floor
spreading them almost like a disease bring for sustenance
because thats what everyone thought she was
a parasite, a mere annoyance
nothing more

so when she spoke of repent
and saving i listened as she bore her eyes through me
and looked into me
and spoke of the things to be wary of
as i cast my eyes down and looked away
ashamed

bear your sins,
be free of their binding
she preached;
escape their cage, their imprisonment
and be free

My ache for you is like a craving
when I'm starving.

You changed my whole world.
For the better, or for the worse, I can't tell.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you,
But that doesn't mean you should go.
Don't leave me,
Us.
I'm sorry I'm not enough of a reason
For you to stay
Or even say goodbye to,
But I promise,
If you stay I'll try to mend this relationship,
Work things out with all those you mistakenly hurt.

Just don't leave...

I wanted to dance my pain away,
To forget everything,
Be someone I wasn't.

But now I realize,
I'm stronger than this.
I'm better than it all,
I can face this.

The demons better beware,
It's hunting season and I'm hunting every single one of them down.

You are my moon.
The the brightest thing in my darken skies...
I'll always stare up at you in wonder,
Questioning,
Do you see me too?
Why do you stay there when I don't deserve you at all?

Yet you help me through sleepless nights.
You guide me to answers,
You're my companion as I whisper secrets to you late at night.
You're the only one I love...
The one I love the most.

Thank you.
Thank you for bearing with my silly childness,
Thank you for hearing my idiotic words,
Thank you for not judging.
Thank you for letting me fall in love with you and not break my heart.

He inhales,
The ghosts of death,
Little soldiers sent by Hades
To fight this battle,
They enter.
They'll climb through your lungs
Cling to them like leeches
And claw their way,
Inside out.
Eroding you from the inside,
Slashing back and forth,
Warriors.

He exhales,
And the injured leave,
Smoke curling around his trembling
Lips,
His face slack,
His lungs infected.
The soldiers prevailing,
Taking control.
He doesn't notice.
He'll stomp the cigarette on the ground,
**** the remaining soldiers left in that short little stub,
Exhale all the injured soldiers out,
Letting the smoke waft around his lips,
The way he let his soul spill out,
The frigid chilly air whisking it all away.

He's just a carcass now.
Half dead.
He doesn't have long left.
He's running out of time.

To A STRANGER

by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

ASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

I hate the way the white walls wash my brain;
My creativity just flies away.
The way the wind blows the last bits of grain,
Leaving only thoughts of claws on a fall day.
I wish there was a river for my soul,
To wash old ideas and cleanse my thoughts.
If only the policemen would patrol,
Equipped with shotguns, staggers, and shots
To whisk away all the harried lost lambs
That comb my mind, searching for sustenance.
It's the pain these days that suddenly slams
A lid on my good thoughts of relevance.
Everything once valued is put away,
And all things stirring and dark run astray.

Paradise?
No such thing.
You thought it was real?
Hah.
It's just an illusion,
I'm just waiting for it to crumble.

You were smashed onto the ground.
A vase on the high shelf knocked over by accident,
But you were able to get back up,
Glue yourself together,
Gather all the roses sprawled across the cold floor,
And remember how to live again.

That's strength.

Hurry,
inhale,
drink the alcohol
that flows through the tributaries,
before it is all gone,
and tell me all your sorrows.

Finish your drink,
wipe the mascara rivers away,
the ponds of tears,
the streams of lipstick smudged all around,
then let us float away
to a land of drunken, broken dreams,
and hopes never to be fulfilled.

We'll bellow with crazed laughter,
cry with smiles of the ******* up,
tell each other we are okay,
when we are shattering into pieces of
broken melodies-
hugs exchanged, sloppy kisses too,
but by tomorrow,
we have floated off,
out of unfulfilled days,
and back into reality.

I'm tired.
I don't want the false claims
Only for you to forget and go on
Because ******* you promised me
And I need you now
As I lie in bed
Crying to sleep,
How you told me you wouldn't
Be the cause to my pain
But here we are
And all I need,
Even as I lie here in the everlasting bottomless pit of melancholy
Is your arms.
Even though I want to hurt you so bad
Make you feel my pain...
I just want you to hold me.
Tell me it'll be alright.
That you've changed.

Guess something never change, huh?

I love you.
It's a fact. I care about you
and I'm worried.
Everyone is.
I just want you to trust me,
let me into your life
so that I can wrap you up,
take all the pain away,
and just cry in your place.

But you're strong.
I know you are.
And I trust you,
I really do.
If it's something I shouldn't hear,
then so be it.
But you should know,
it's tearing me apart inside.
I don't want to push you,
I know what it's like;
nevertheless,
I still yearn to know and worry.

But,
if you don't want to say anything,
fine. I'm okay with that too.
Just know I'm here and I want to be your
best friend.
You need one in this crazy ******* up world.

When they stopped talking to me,
I knew I shouldn't have been surprised,
but I was,
and more importantly,
I was hurt.
Friends for years, and when I leave, I guess they leave too.

I'm sorry for being your problem now,
but your stuck with me now.

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...

She carried herself like
She only just recently found her beauty,
Smiling shyly behind masks of joy.
I guess that's what brought him to her.

Pretty soon,
They were wrapped in each other,
Like a pair of tangled earphones,
They sang melodies
To each other,
Bringing smiles
And passing notes back and forth.

But like all music,
There will always be a pause,
Then a skip,
Then a resume.

Let me be your animal-
contain me,
care for me,
feed me and love me
and I'll stay by your side forever,
serving you
my faithful master.

i dont usually write from the heart,
its too dangerous down there,
so i write from my head.
ill try to write from my heart today though,
Try.
For you.

There was a movie i once watched.
Taken 2, i think it was.
In the movie, the woman had her throat slit,
And she herself was hung upside down
To let all the blood flow out of her neck.
She soon lost conciousness,
A pool of blood by her head on the ground.
I imagine what i feel right now is this.
This hurt and aching of sanity leaking out onto the floor
All because im missing you.
It hurts... And its a deep aching that can only be replenished with you.

Now, back to real time and reality...
Yesterday i went to the temple to pray for new years.
For the first time,
I didnt pray for myself.
I prayed hard and long for you.
I want you to be happy and well,
Which will make me happy,
Which begins a complicated cycle of joy.

I dont know why i began this **** poem thing this way,
But id like you to know
That you are much more than enough.
Your strong arms and words-my home.
Your voice-music to soothe me, get my heart thumping again.
You-my everything.
You have helped me when i thought nothing was worth it anymore,
That caring will only lead to hurt,
When it was dark in the night and in my mind,
No one was there.
But u came,
My knight in shining armor.
You rode in with a BANG
Knocked down all my doors.
Showed me the light outside of my dark ashen house.

And with that,
I let you drag me out.
Remind me how to love, to live.
Thank you for that.
Ill try to shove you away,
Lie to you,
Fight u,
But you still stuck by me.
Thanks... It means more than you know.
And...
I love you more than anything.
Nothing i say will show u how much i love you or how much u mean to me... For that i am sorry.... I can only do this in actions.

Ayyyyyy-
So as quite a few of you presumably know, the original creator of this page is pretty awesome.

However, from now on, there will be two people maintaining this HP page- the creator, et moi! The creator of the page will use whatever nickname she likes to differentiate herself from me, and vice versa.

We'll make sure to put the differentiation in the notes of each post, the exception being this one.

But yeah, that's about it- so hey, guys! You can call me LB ;)

It's a cycle, is it not?
When everything is going perfect for you,
A wall in your perfect castle will fall,
And you will rebuild it.
Maybe another will fall while you buid,
So you build that one.
And then maybe another,
So you build and build and build
Until the castle is whole again.
And then they will fall.

You know,
     there was once this
          sweet, sweet
                boy,
                     who I am forbidden to love.

He wrote me a poem
     and stole my heart.

Now, whenever I feel sad,
     I reread it,
          and remember what it felt like
                                   to be loved.
---

I wonder when it will stop working it's magic and I'll finally let go of the memory of what it felt like... why I should still be here...

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.

Write a poem about what you want for christmas. This is open to interpretations, but in the tags put a #alliwantforchristmas and repost/comment to indicate you are doing this challenge. :) Should be fun.

It's not when you let go and let the pain rush over,
That's not when you're the strongest.
That's not strength.

Strength is being able to smile
Even when you are overwhelmed eith hardships,
And don't you forget it.

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.

People tell me that what goes on the internet stays there.
Well then.
I'd like to say one thing.

If I were to unexpectedly die,
At my funeral,
I don't want people to be sad.
I want them to be happy.
Rather then mourn a death,
Just picture me traveling about somewhere,
Maybe in Shangri-la,
And instead,
Celebrate my life.
I can't stand seeing you sad,
Smile, dear.
It warms the heart.

The snowflakes came down,
Frantic children
whirling around, pushed around
trying to find their way home.

The night was cold,
the type of cold that snuck under all your coats and hats and scarves
and carved you out little by little,
Slowly,
seeping into your bones.

But as he stood there, amidst
All the fury of the winds,
the mischevious tickles of the playful snow,
All he felt was warmth,
and he smiled.

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.

I'm done with trying so hard in vain.
All my fruitless efforts-
it just hurts even more in the end.
Slashes to the chest,
blooming fireworks of blood,
draining all my life away.

She is love,
bleeding out,
****, free, and single.

Fly me to the moon,
beautiful monster.

I could be the one [to]
drive you home.

She is love,
she is
all of me.

Fake It
City,
twinkle.

Everybody wants to rule the world,
savior.

I can do anything
where the lines overlap.

I want to know what love is,
with a little luck.

Why
I don't love you,
temporary bliss.

This is war,
miss ******.
Wake me up when September ends.

Operating
the big bang.

Lucky,
Nobody asked me (if I was okay).

Girl that you love,
love me again.

Demons
breathe me.

Dead
Creep.

I hate everything about you
nicotine.

The sharpest lives
fall for you.

Berzerk
Teenagers
Can't stop me.

Heart attack,
come sail away.

Bulletproof
Angel with a shotgun.

It was late-
The type of late that makes you forget everything
And make you feel anything.
When everything swirls around you
And truths invade.

The truth I came to realize?
I truly love you.
You are worth it all.

Baby,
You are my one and only,
Without you, things are way too lonely,
Baby,
Baby,
You're the only one I can seem to think about,
I just hope I don't creep you out ;)
Baby,
Baby,
My love for you is limitless and stretches past the galaxies,
So let's just skip all the formalities,
Baby,
Baby,
When you message me,
It's all I can do to not to kiss thee,
Baby,
Baby,
There are no words to describe what you are to me,
'Cause you're more than perfect,
Baby,
Baby,
Kissing you,
Loving you,
Baby,
Baby,
If you're James Dean,
Then I'm Audrey Hepburn,
Baby,
Baby,
You are my miracle,
I love you,
Baby.

You would think
Of all people,
You should know me well enough
To know that I'm ******,
Angry, and utterly
Frustrated.

You know what would be great?
If you're name was Bob Schneider. Or something like that.
Then you're initials would be b.s.
cause that's exactly what you are.

I didn't get to choose to fall for you.
I just did.
And I accept all the consequences.
I'm sorry I'm weak.
That I couldn't be there for you.
That I'm an inconsiderate girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

Don't you dare
Forget this smile.
This is the real me,
Flying through colors of ecstasy,
Like a little airplane
Floating through the air
Sprinkling
Little packets of happiness down to the ground.
I hope someone opens these packages.

J: Hey.
A: Wazzup.
J: Eh, could be better could be worse.
A: Could also just stay the same.
J: Tru dat. How about you? I haven't seen you in forever... hows ur love life? >:)
A: Ugh. Could be better, can definitely get worse.
J: :( aww that *****... I expected your love life to be in full bloom!
A: Not yet, not yet. Hows ur love life???
J: Uhhhhh... my love life? Never heard of it.
A: Sure, theres the guy whos last name starts with an "s" :D
J: ??? What guy??? maybe its just a stupid, foolish, good for nothing crush...
A: You don't know unless you try!
J: haha I can say that to you. I know you have at least five not-so-secret admirers and have a crush that is totally worth pursuing...
A: U at least have a chance with ur crush. Gtg. BAIIII :D
J: Au Revoir, mon amie! STUPID HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!! :P gtg tackle Lasko as well... plz help meh! :P

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....