"beautiul" poems
When she speaks,
She speaks the truth
Listen.
When she hopes,
She hopes with all her heart
Hear her out
When she laughs,
She can brighten up any room
Laugh with her
When she cries,
Her pieces thought to be glued together come apart
Hold her
When she loves,
It's like no other feeling
Love her back
When she writes,
She writes out her story with beautiul words
Read it
Because when she writes,
She's writing the words she can't find to speak
When she loves,
She's loving like she yearns to be loved
When she cries,
She's letting out everything she's been holding inside
When she laughs,
She is reminded that in reality, happiness is still so very far away
When she hopes,
She hopes in vain;
For every 11:11 wish,
Ends in tears spilling,
And broken promises,
But when she speaks.
It is rare-
She is habitually silent
For when she speaks,
No one listens.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
I know I shouldn't be scared of you
I know I shouldn't double check the locks
on the doors and windows every night
It doesn't do anything
You always find a way in
You slither into my room
Invading my thoughts
You keep my up at night
I used to stay up to keep you away
You used to be afraid of the light
But now you're not afraid of anything
So I'm afraid of everything
I used to be indifferent
Apathetic
But the constant loss of sleep
And the continuos unbearable stress has made me grind my teeth again
My canines are almost flat
And maybe that's why you're not afraid of me anymore
I am no longer a threat
I'm barely a person and you're not helping
Go back to juvie because I can't
Deal won't your drug anymore
You won't let me focus
Stop standing outside my window
I said no
But you didn't listen
And now I've started sleeping with a knife under my pillow again
I wish you would just leave me alone
But you can't and I understand that
So next time you try to **** yourself over me
Let me know so we can talk
You know I don't like you
And I know you think you love me
But you don't know me
No one can love me
Because
There is nothing left to love
You call me beautiul
And that makes me uncomfortable
Because I hate when people lie to me
How can you look at my disfigured soul
And see anything less than
Complete failure
I'm a mess
But I don't want you to clean me up
Because I can't think in a spotless room
I can't find a thing when it's put away
It's like reverse OCD
But you don't understand that
So you stand outside my living room window
Waiting for a glimpse of me
Because I don't answer the door when you knock
You pound on the door like the pounding in my room
From the rocks you throw at my window
Pretty soon it's going to crack
And the I will have to tell people about you
There is a reason I no longer sleep with my shades up
I don't want you to watch me anymore
So please just leave me alone
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Things were never perfect
That's what made it
great
It was good,
made beautiul from the illusion that there wasn't a
glass ceiling to
how much we
could love each other
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
She's dreaming about mars but she's going to become an accountant
I remember when scales were beautiul
I remember when that parking lot lasted forever
We're supposed to find it stupefying
They call it progress
She hopes she's becoming a good person
I spent all of my time in high school counting down to exams
I wanted to be an art teacher but they taught me physics and laughed at me when I failed
I spent all of my time being not good enough
But here we are
She wanted to become the girl she wrote about in all those stories you didn't read
I remember every single bird I saw that morning
I remember it like I'm still standing there, on the bridge in between the waterfall and the rest of the stream
Maybe I'm still there, imagining the rest of my life
I could have sat with you forever, but I didn't
You left and I left and we aren't there anymore
You said no and she listened
She went to college for math and politics and I don't know why
She would have made a beautiful captain someday
And they would have shipped her off to Mars with the Space X mission
But she just finished somebody else's taxes and went home in a taxi and she is taxed
And they called it "progress."
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Who I am, anyway?
I don't know myself either.
Why I loved you this much, anyway?
You make me feel like I'm worth it and then you left like I never mattered.
How long does heartbreak last,anyway?
Most of them said it doesn't matter, when your heart broken.
Why I cried a lot, anyway?
The dark side of me said that wasting my time.
Am I wrong?
I let you to be my air, I thought you were my oxygen but you are carbon dioxide.
I let you to be my eyes, I thought you were guide me to a beautiul place, but I'm lost in the maze.
I let you to be my brain, I thought you were makes me smarter, not anymore, I'm such a fool.
I let you to be my heart, within' it I feel you were the right person, no you are not.
I want to kiss you ,hug you tight, holding your hands.
I want to touch your cheeks, your hair.
I want to see ur smile, your laugh.
I want you, to love me, anyway.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
When i first met you
You brought a spark to my world
A flame it started
Warm, pure, and bright
When i saw your smile
Its like the sun shined as bright as noon
Or the moon, on a clear chilly night
It brought my world to its toes
I learned to laugh and love to the everyday sun you brought me
When i saw your face i saw the most beautiul thing
And thought the most beautiful thoughts
Like a shimmering sunset over the water on the deep blue water at the beach
When i saw you my world became whole
The cracks filled, the darkness fades
All i saw was the sun, shining in my face
Im greatful to have the gifts you bring me.
Im greatful to have the beautiful inspiration
That i can call. You
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
it seems like there's nothing to write about
when you're not in love
or hurt
I mean that's all you hear in songs isn't it?
love lost and love found
heartbreak and rejection
but what about everything else
?
the sun looks beautiul on spring mornings at 7 am
I like my sleep,
but at 7 am in early June,
the sun is just so beautiful
sometimes I just have to wake up and stare.
why aren't there any songs about the sun?
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
This month could have been so stressful.
It could have been impressing.
January had the chance to be so beautiul.
A baby I could be dressing.
Regret is such a small word for the way I feel.
I can't believe this course in life, it doesn't feel quite real.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC