You'd think two broken ppl... meeting in the middle of the night... that they would fix each other.
But maybe ones more whole than the other, and the broken one drags him down with her, showing him how broken she is, breaking him, until they lay on the ground, both broken.
And as she lays there on the floor, realizing what's she's done, she'll burn to ashes in fiery tears.
The wind will blow away the ashes, leaving just the broken boy. And someone will come along, someone whole... and pick those broken pieces of the boy up, and fix him.
But ashes never leave. They mark the broken pieces with its dark color...

In biology today,
We learned that a lysosome
Digests old wornout organelles,
And once it becomes too full,
It will burst,
And its digestive enzymes
Will destroy the cell.

I wonder if the heart will do the same,
Take in
all the lonelys,
all the misfits,
all the hurting,
Take it all in,
Until it bursts and destroys you.

You asked me to put on some makeup.
Well, dear.

I would need too much makeup,
to cover my scowls,
and this ugly thing I call
a face.

There would never be enough makeup
to cover up my scarred heart
and attempt to make it look whole and pretty.

There would never be enough makeup
to cover my sarcastic and strange humor,
make myself sound smart, pretty, cute.

There would never be enough makeup
to cover my soul,
make it seem pure,
innocent - the way you want me to be...

I've been exposed for too long,
too many burns, and scars race across me,
everywhere,
too noticeable, too many
for me to ever use makeup.

Makeup will never make me look pretty.
It will disfigure all that I have,
take away the stories that are etched onto me,
it will cover what defines
*me.

The thing with you is that
you occupy my mind
like a squatter-
There all the time and never leaving.
It makes me happy.
You've made yourself at home in
that small little cottage up there,
Filled it with warmth and music,
food and love.
And at night?
All we do is dance the night away

You were too good to be true.
I realize that now,
and I wish that I never met you
'cause then baby,
I wouldn't be so use to kindred words,
beautiful eyes,
somber smiles,
and tearful goodbyes.

I wouldn't miss your smile,
that silly smirk you used to tease me with,
the tickles,
the gasps,
the sloppy, desperate kisses.

But,
I put my heart out on its own palisade,
paraded it down empty halls,
and left it alone to fight a war it would surely lose,
with yours.

When we love someone,
we'll do crazy things,
even hurt yourself
if it means they'll prosper.

Maybe it was me,
that I was too late in fixing our problems.
Maybe it was me,
that I didn't know how to love myself
to fix myself,
before I could ever hope of loving you.

But.
Maybe it was you too.
Maybe it was you,
in your stressed out ways,
your lack of time,
and your incompetence.

...Maybe it was you too.
Not just me.

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.

I love you. It's a fact. But the way you treat me...
I don't know anymore...
He treats me better than you do,
I like him too...

You are my love...
but with the way things are going...
I don't know anymore...
so:

NOTICE ME SENPAI!!! >///~///<

Keep memories close,
Reminders of what was
And what can still be.

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.

Hey guys,
its been awhile. Things have changed
for me
things arent the same as they were
just only a few months ago
when I was staggering and stumbling
around
trying to figure my way through

I've finally found myself
found the things ive been looking for all along
to feel loved to be loved
to find friends and family amongst thieves and beggars

Ive really hit the gold guys
and im so thankful for all of hellopoetry because you guys all helped me
through my toughest days
and supported me throughout.
it was here that I met my best friends
and my boyfriend,
it was here that I got to meet amazing people and amazing works.
I am grateful.

Don't think too much.
Do think.
Just not too much.
You're gonna drive yourself nuts.
Just *do.

February 5th?! Already?!
This day...
It's nothing more than another ordinary
Thursday.

Ask me what I want for my birthday...
All I have to tell you is,
You.

I just want you to be
*Safe
And
Happy.

Do you remember
When the days were bright yellow
Evanescent with brightness
That made even the sun envious?

Do your remember when it started to
Dark to an orange, slowly into a red
The beautiful passionate crimson it was?

Do you remember when passion turned to
Purple and blue
Days when we were gone from each others
Embrace?

Do you remember when it all turned
Green laced with black and blue and yellow
A bruise hidden with strength?
Proof that we're alive and thriving
Hurting but only
Growing stronger?
Do you remember, my dear?

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

I need to find some mistletoe
and someone so I won't be so lonely this holiday season.

-to a very special guy out there, love ya J-

The way you greet me every morning
the way you think about me...
it blows my mind how someone
so intangible
thinks about ME of all people...
it makes me flush red,
and one comment
puts me in ecstasy for the whole day,
and nothing can bring me down.

You.
One simple word that makes my brain explode in ways unthinkable,
with memories of
sweet peppermint breezes,
shivers that run down my spine,
sounds of a high, all the yelling around the house now muted,
or just really cheery, chipper unheard of before this.
I hope we can make more memories.

Maybe I'm not the best.
Maybe I'm not good enough for you.

But when you talk to me,
all those worries scatter away.
You make it so that I'll think of you in my every thought,
I can't stop.
I can't eat, just thinking about you makes me full.
I'll wake up refreshed and ready to go to school with just a simple thought of whats awaiting me today  -  you.
I might be aimlessly reading, but my mind will drift to you.

Hopefully it's not just me
but
I love you.

There once was a cow
That flew over the moon
She went up so high
And felt so free
And didn't want to go back down.
She soon fell to her demise,
A horrible tragedy it was,
And the cow was never to fly again.

Did I mention the cow is me?

Humans are naturally attracted
to all things bad for them.
I guess thats why I fell for you.
---
Humans are naturally attracted
to all things bad for them.
So you can just go break my heart and examine it.
---
Humans are naturally attracted
to all things bad for them.
That's why I watch scary movies in the dark only to be haunted by nightmares.
---
Humans are naturally attracted
to all things bad for them.
Probably the reason why I am so fat.
---
Humans are naturally attracted
to all things bad for them.
Which explains the suicidal thoughts and the cuts and everything that shadows everything and haunts my very being.

I'm sitting here,
watching you
with eyes, measured to take your
fullness, your strength in.
Maybe you can support me, while I'm flimsy
and just wanna fall down to the ground and weep.
All in all,
I just want to walk over to you,
kiss you,
and wrap myself in you.

you, (1)
yeah you, (2)
Is it just me (4)
or is he a *******? (6)
but yet... im addicted to him... (8)

I may be a butterfly to you,
but moths can be mistaken for butterflies.
It's a common mistake everyone makes.

I'll just buzz around at your window,
seeking your light, your warmth,
but once you let me in,
I'll just fly around, pesky and all.

You see, I need your night-time lightning
more than you need my silent thunder.
I'm attracted to your night-time lightning,
just like everyone else.
The warmth,
the buzz,
the light it brings.
Who wouldn't want to get to know you?
But silent thunder?
Who needs that?

You see, my dear,
Lightning best thrives in the dark,
it shines brighter then.
Me?
I follow the night-time lightning,
trailing behind it everywhere it goes.
People forget I'm there,
they are too much in awe by you
to remember me.
But that's okay.
I'm the ugly one,
and I still can't believe that you
the lightning of the night,
the savior of the broken,
the luminosity that breaks open the sky
and reminds us that there's always hope even when things are dark,
you let me stay with you...

And for that,
I love you ever more,
and would like to thank you
from the bottom of my soul and heart.
I will serve you in the best way I know how.

Little ball of fury and sass,
The angry violent pacifist
That can always make me smile.
She's unforgettable, you see.
All giggly and adorable,
A fanatic of harry potter and shantanu puns,
She'll growl and come up with witty remarks,
Just as you burst out in a laugh.
And all the while,
Mouthpiece will strike out
And always be there behind the scenes,
Helping everyone out,
Keeping secrets.
She's our crazy, hella rad friend
The one that always makes us laugh in her aura of joy and pure energy,
And still hold all our burdens.

You know what scares me most?
The way you can make me fall for you
all over again with that smile.
How you can make me
curse and cry
whenever you hug her, flirt with her when she's just gonna rip you to shreds.

I'm terrified
of losing control,
changing into something unrecognizable.

I'm scared of being alone.

I am frightened that
I'll be addicted to you,
but you're just gonna **** me slowly.
Of caring too much,
hurting myself...

I'm not afraid to be hated,
I'm used to it.
Too all the terrors the world brings,
I'm just not prepared for this thing
we call
love.
It disgusts me,
yet I wish I have it.
How?

I once had this friend,
He would follow me every where I go
And reminded me
About what he saw in me,
Everything he thought about
Me.
Bad thoughts,
Good thoughts,
Mostly bad thoughts...
And he would taunt me
all day and all night.

One day, he left.
And once he left,
His echoes of words each
Left scars on my arms.
His slowly disappearing shadow,
Left me and my slowly disappearing life.
His gradually decreasing scratchy footsteps,
Left me nothing to hold onto,
Shook me down to nothing,
Where I stopped feeling,
And became oh so numb...
I fell.
And I haven't been able to get back up ever since.

Thanks a lot friend.

The body that was once
Very much alive
With smiles all around
No wears a butter scowl
Contaminated with festering pus.

a chasm deep in my chest
opened up
when i heard you moved on.

that you have a new ******* your arm now
that she has glasses, is short-- kinda
kinda reminds me of me

maybe, maybe
she reminds you of me,
who knows?

but thinking of you holding her in your arms the way you used to,
her fingers trailing your collarbone the way i did,
laying kisses down on it as if she was walking down the line
the way i used to...
you, stealing her away from a quick embrace in a dark corner, a long, passionate and forbidden kiss masked by the darkness and away from the bleary lights

will you love her the way you never did me?

My heart drums like the beat of an EDM song at a nightclub.

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

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.

NO
     NO
          NO**
I can't
I shouldn't
fall in love with you
again....

I will be there until the very end.
Everything might leave you,
All your friends,
The sight you once had,
The knowledge of how things work...
But you will always have me
Loyally by your side,
Till forever ends.

You won't have to worry
About forgetting what it feels like
To be in love,
To be loved,
Cause you still will be with me by your side.

Good luck.
I'll see you on the other side.

I had a friend...

She would keep a smile on everywhere she went,
always cheerful,
always a glimmer in her eyes,
full on happy.

She helped everyone she saw,
she was a friend to most,
friendly, outgoing, kind.

One day,
she left.
The flowers began to droop,
the clouds darkened overhead,
the tears falling.
The sky began to cry and lament for her,
the children she once greeted out on the streets,
they too left,
hidden away in little cupboards
the smiles she used to give and receive,
ripped off of faces
and replaced with agony.

Maybe it was because
what we all thought was right,
maybe it wasn't alright.

We've been circling around ourselves
and not others.
Forgetting about her when she needed someone most.
"Do unto others what you want someone to do unto you"
A lie.
She waited.
She hoped.
She smiled and hoped everyone,
yearning for someone to help her back.

No once came.

No one cared to ask,
"How are you really?"
Even as she stood expectedly, waiting to burst in grief and tears,
just wanting to be held.

But the only one that matters most is you, right?
Hah.

Was going to write you sonething special,
All bells and whistles...
But what's the point?
You're never gonna appreciate it anyways.

You know all those songs you introduced me to?
All those songs we used to listen to together?
I still listen to them today
Even though you're long gone and I'm still stuck in the quicksand of our love.
It hurts, but it's okay.

The memories flood back to me and
I welcome them all wholeheartedly.
For it reminds me of better days
Where the blue from the oceans stood out more
The crimson hues of the sunsets painting your very being
Where your onyx eyes bore far away
Past me and our galaxies.

And I always asked you, 'what do you see?'
And although you never really told me I still thought it was perfect for it was so worthy of your attention.

Now that that's all over and you've blown yourself away like the sand on the rocks
I can't help but wonder though.
Amidst the waves you sailed away from me by
During the thunderstorms you know I sent you
Did you ever look back to me
To us?

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...

Terry Pratchett died Thursday. He was a critically acclaimed British Fantasy Author, as well as an advocate for assisted suicide and Alzheimer's Disease. He himself was diagnosed with Alzheimer's in 2007, yet still continued to write, even after he was incapable of using a computer to write (he used a dictation machine afterwards). Before his death at the age of 66, he wrote the popular "Discworld" series consisting of four books, as well as one of my personal favorites, "The Wee Free Men." He was inspirational for me as a writer and he changed my view of writing. With his books, I found my writing style. There are no words to express my awe at his life and works, nor are there words to express my deep sadness in which I tell you that he has passed. May he rest in peace and reach a world even better than that of Discworld.

“There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky (Discworld, #32)
Well Mr. Pratchett, you've changed the story.

have you noticed me yet?
XD
anyways here's a challenge for you guys cause i cant seem to write this week:
write a poem about your very own senpai (real or fake) and how you try to get hm/her to notice you and tag it as #noticemesenpai
:D ive written so much about my own lol i dont need to write anymore....
(inspired by dani chase's poem, Senpai >//////<)
and if you don't know what a senpai is:
"It originates from anime and manga. It's someone older than you. Someone you look up to. If they give the slightest attention to you, you sort of explode. They are just really admired by you and if you are a senpai, bask in it!"
-http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Senpai
cause urban dictionary is legit cx^

Hey, so I don't know if you guys knew the amazing poet, "No one you care about,"(I cared) but he recently deleted his account. Why? That's not for me to say. But I would like you guys to know that he is okay, just going through sone rough times and is currently recovering ^^ so um... yea. :)
-creep
P.S. he's hella kind and awesome to talk to :) anyone who met him was very lucky ^^

You took me away,
Danced with me all night,
Gave me blisters on my feet.
I didn't realize they were there
Until we stopped,
An morning came.

It was then, out of the darkness,
That I saw what you did to me.

I'm sorry that things have to be this way
That you have to feel this way,
But I will never be sorry for falling in love.
My mind is captured by all of you
And you are the on that my heart sings true.
Never will you be forgotten, only cherished,
Never to perish from all my thoughts and dreams.
I know you are the only one for me,
You are my cup of tea.
So don't you tell me to find "true love"
Because I've already found it,
It's you.

But maybe I'm not your morning dove.
If so,
I forgive you.
Maybe I wasn't enough,
That I was too tough to deal with.
Just remember,
You will haunt my heart forever,
And I will never forget
My one true love.

Make up your mind!
Do you want to cry
Or would you like to smile?
I prefer the smile,
It literally brightens up the whole day
And makes everyone happy.
We love it when you smile,
So please do.
Show us your love,
Don't hide behind the clouds,
We miss you...

Oh ****.
My mistake.
I fell in love with you.

I just want to steal you away and kiss you
'till you finally shut up...
to wrap myself inside you
so you can protect me,
and maybe I can give in to my addiction
to your scent and smile...

I will always be okay
when you are here with me.