"herondale" poems
Lumapit ka sa akin kapag nasasaktan ka na
Hindi ko tatanungin kung alin
Hindi ko hahanapin kung saan
Lalong hindi ako mag-aaksayang alamin kung pano
Yayakapin lang kita
Mainit na yakap na hindi mo naramdaman sa kanya
Mahigpit na yakap na hindi mo mararamdaman sa iba
Na sana kahit papano ay
Makapagpapaalis ng kirot
At magpaalala na nandito pa rin ako
Leigh Herondale October 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
We may be a tangent line
Meant to meet only once,
There is one thing i'm sure of tho
That moment I held your eyes with mine
I swear we were infinite
Leigh Herondale August 2015
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Drip.
I Stare Down At The Ground.
Drip.
My Eyes Are Tempted To Drift Towards You,
But I Know Better.
Drip.
My Eyes Jump To The Loud Noise,
In This Silent Room.
Drip.
I Stand Silently, Walking Towards The Noise.
DRIP.
I Spin Around- Only To See You,
Hanging From The Rafters,
Motionless.
I Shut My Eyes,
My Head Screaming To Pull You Down And Scream Until You Wake,
But I Know It Shall Never Work.
Drip.
You Have Perished,
A Silent Tear Making It's Way Down My Face.
Drip.
I Fall To The Ground, Crying Softly,
You Claimed You Where Okay,
Not That I Should Have Cared For My Kidnapper.
Drip.
Or My ******
But What Can I Say,
It's A Case Of Being A Misanthrope.
I Love Him.
I Love Him.
I Love Him.
Your So **** Selfish.
Waiting Till I Loved You With All My Heart,
To End It All.
I'll Never Forget,
My Case Of Being A Misanthrope.
Drip.
~ Kat Herondale.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
A flower is only sought after for as long as it is fresh and pretty
Don't be like a flower
Don't believe what they declare
We are not just a simple DNA
We are the universe summed up into one
Observe the rules but don't be submissive
Follow your heart but never lose your mind
Pick your own battles and fight it well
And everyday
Don't fail to recall
That you are a fighter
Strong, courageous, wise
Yet still so sweet and soft
Fair, Confident, Honest,
A woman of virtue and respect
You are stunning on your own
You don't need any guy to prove your worth
©Leigh Herondale October 2015
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
"Forever" is overused,
As well as "I'm okay",
"I love you" is a lie,
"I'm sorry" is ******* plain.
© Leigh Herondale July 2015
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
I stare at you angrily,
After what you did, I cried for hours.
While you lie, cool as a cucumber, smiling right next to me,
In your birthday suit, I hate you much, brothers shouldn't touch sisters that way.
I sand up shakily, the pain shooting my core only increases as I drop to the floor with a cry, you chuckle as I start to crawl to the bathroom, slowly but surely I shut the door.
I lie in a bathtub, naked and in pain, I can't get my brothers hands and how he used them out of my head, I can't get rid of the feeling on my pale skin, I feel *****
I feel so *****
~ Kat Herondale.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
"Am I going to die ***** You ask from your hospital bed, you look so pale with out your brilliant red hair, I smile sadly as a tear escapes my eye.
"No, go to sleep baby girl, I'll be here when you wake." My voice cracks at the end, but you don't hear.
Your heart monitor slows, and my small whimpers turn to sobs, doctors rush in- but your already gone.
Goodbye Baby Girl.
I love you.
~Kat Herondale
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Have you seen the moon tonight?
It's talking to me
Leigh Herondale August 2015
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
My moon is a He
And he's talking to me
Telling me secrets
The place i'd rather be
Leigh Herondale August 2015
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
I believe in mermaids
That fairies are born through a child's laughter
And you can have a dress from your fairy godmother
I believe it all comes true when you wish upon a star
And one day your prince will save you, even from afar
Santa comes every Christmas time
checking wether you've been naughty or nice
And Neverland can be found just first star to the right
Leigh Herondale August 2015
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
I want to tell her it's okay
That her body is hers and hers alone
And having excess fat is okay.
I want to tell her that
She can't look like those girls in the magazine
because those girls don't look like that for real.
And it's okay.
I want to tell her that maybe
he still hasn't notice her
because God chose someone better.
And it's okay.
I want to tell her that falling in love
and getting hurt in the process
is a part of life.
And even if you cry it's okay.
Finally I want to tell her that
saying no to drugs,
turning down alcohol,
and respecting elders
is not old school.
That friends can laugh at your face
for being 'boring' for refusing things,
but you know it's what's right
And it's okay.
© Leigh Herondale June 2015
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
When I try to be social
I miserably fail
I act like a butterfly
But all to no avail
So then I decided
To just hate them instead
Cause people don't give a ****
Unless you're pretty or dead
Now this pretty butterfly
Was really just a worm
Who learned the hard way
Of picking rose with its torn
Now she's digging into the Earth
Getting ready for her slumber
And if one day she succeed
She might just sleep forever
© Leigh Herondale September 2015
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Envy the dead for they shall never suffer again
© Leigh Herondale August 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
If one day I decide
to finally take my own life,
don't go raid my room
searching for a reason.
You are the reason.
© Leigh Herondale July 2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
I want
so bad
to be somebody
to someone.
© Leigh Herondale June 2015
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
They don't always
Look dull
Or restless
Some even laugh
Joke around
And get crazy
With you
Everyday
They always
Got your back
Smiling and
Cheering you on
Because
They know how it feels
To be loathed
Broken
Unwanted
And them hurting alone
Is enough
©Leigh Herondale October 2015
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
There was this girl who likes to write dark, lonely poems
Until this unnamed guy came along.
Leigh Herondale September 2015
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
The brush of your lips is my weakness,
The push of your hands is my center,
The truth of your words **** me slowly,
But I knew the moment you fell to the ground,
I let you fall to your knees in a pool of your own blood,
And I was the one with the gun,
I pulled the trigger,
It was me that took your freedom,
Because your love was my life,
And I didn't want it.
I didn't deserve the warmth of your lips,
The warmth of your beautifully small hands,
and the truth of your words.
Because a monster that is myself deserves nothing but immortal hell.
and you deserve it all.
All that I can't give
~ Kat N. Herondale
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.
I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.
And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.
You are not the last dream of my soul.
You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.
With hope at least,
Will Herondale
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
What is it about you guy in white
That sets fire to my heart
Adrenaline cursing through my veins
I don't even know where to start
What is it about you guy in white
That sends me running to the core
Though try as I might I fail
You're just too precious to ignore
What is it about you guy in white
That makes me want to write a song
Do things I've never done before
Go places I never dare explore
There's something about you guy in white
That stirs and calms my storm
It's been restless for a while now
Ever since that day you came along
Leigh Herondale September 2015
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
He likes pretty girls
And I don't quite fit
© Leigh Herondale June 2015
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Everyday she walks alone
Keeping her head bowed down
But she knows she's a princess
With an imaginary crown
One day she met a boy
She thought whom was the one
Made her promises of forever
Asked for everything but none
But colors fade away
So did her perfect guy
He found someone 'better'
Left without any 'goodbye'
Now her heart was broken
She walks alone again
Left with nothing but memories
Of a boy she loved back then.
© Leigh Herondale January 2015
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Dandelions in blossom,
Grandma's garden in full bloom,
My apple tree has its leaves again,
Air filled with flowery scent.
Cats and kittens licking each other
Ready to catch its prey
The neighbor's dog barking
Wanting to go out and play
Children playing, swimming, biking,
Children everwhere.
Of course they're joyful,
Who isn't anyway,
When the season turns into spring.
© Leigh Herondale July 2015
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Come on honey
Go on
Pull the trigger
The blood.
I know.
Yes,
It will hurt
But only a little,
Then you're on euphoria.
© Leigh Herondale
July 2015
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Cannot forget the day, January 19th,
Can still recall the pain,
Everything I dealt with,
But when I saw you smile I just melted
I love you so much my son,
You are my greatest wealth.
Four years passed and you're growing up
To be a great man,
Oh just like your Pop.
Though sometimes I just wanted
To hold you in my lap,
And whisper words like
"Honey, never grow up".
Another four years
And maybe you'll forget about this
Cake eaten, balloons popped, opened unwanted gifts,
No matter, I will always remind you this:
"I love you Hari"
And say it with a kiss.
© Leigh Herondale January 2015
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC