"sensative" poems
You are special
All I ask is that you do your best
I am proud of you
You are special
If everyone else jumped off of a cliff would you?
You are better than that
You don't know what love is
Choose something you love
Never work a day in your life
Work hard
Respect everyone
Don't make the same mistakes as me
You are the future
You still have the rest of your life to figure it out
You always have a room upstairs
I wish I had known what I know now
My job is killing me
It's not for everyone
If I only had more time
Your mother and I are getting a divorce
Can you set up my twitter account?
Hey buddy I want you to meet Dinah
I just don't understand what goes through your head
Stop being so...
Compassionate
Sensative
Cautious
Depressed
Honest
Diverse
Passionate
Caring
Imaginative
...no...
ENTITLED.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
As true as the sky is blue,
A best friend is always there for you.
From dreaming of dragons in a dizzy daze,
To standing together in scary school hallways.
Jessica the daring, Stephanie the brain,
They are two links in a chain.
Jess is ready to jump at the drop of a hat,
While Stephanie would prefer to pet a cat.
Steph's test is an ace,
While Jess's is a slight disgrace.
They say opposites attract,
The two were made for each other, and that's a fact.
However, a problem has breached this affinity,
There's a new boy in Jess's vicinity.
She has fallen head over heels,
For his bad boy disposition and decked out wheels.
Steph is not too fond of this new addition,
She's finding loneliness is her new condition.
Jess is too busy and cancels plans,
Steph worries and begins to wring her hands.
An attempt to capture Jess's attention,
Jess has yet to mention,
Steph has boldly dyed her hair,
But Jess just doesn't care.
Lips pressed against Blaine's,
Jess's head is in the rain.
Her judgement has gone cloudy,
With Blaine, she's beginning to act rowdy.
Every day they go farther and farther,
Blaine is pressuring her even harder.
Blaine has gotten into her head,
And hungrily leads her to his bed.
Now Steph stands alone in the halls,
And Jess stopped answering her calls.
It's been months now since they've conversed,
Steph's heart is about to burst.
Bad boy Blaine is not so great,
For Jess's sensative mental state.
They have begun to yell and fight,
Steph notices and thinks it's not quite right.
Steph tries to help; Jess tells her to stay out of it,
But there are signs that she's been hit.
She comes to school with bruises black and blue,
Steph knows this is nothing new.
Everything's beginning to fall apart,
Blaine has shattered her fragile heart.
In tears, Jess has a confession,
Her life is now ruled by guilt and depression.
After weeks of sobbing and crying,
Jess decides she should be trying.
She hesitantly picks up the phone,
And calls Steph at home.
Jess tells Steph her regrets about Blaine,
About her letting him inside her brain.
She gave him everything,
He toyed with her heart like a cat with string.
Jess and Steph now see eye to eye,
Now that Jess and Blaine have said goodbye.
They are once again two links in a chain,
They help each other through the pain.
After all, what are friends for,
Than to be there when knocking on each other's door?
A best friend is always there for you,
That's as true as the sky is blue.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
For:
A person once noticed in a crowd.
A confident young girl with the world at her feet.
A dreamer who believed she could save the world.
The free spirit who followed wherever the wind blew her.
The singer, who may not remember every note.
The rockstar in the bathroom mirror.
The lover of language.
The bleeding heart of a humanitarian.
The nieve teenager.
The believer of promises.
The innocense lost.
The future journalist.
The wife who never had a husband.
The vain reflextion in every shinning surface.
The painter of worlds.
The doodler of notes.
The princess of the apple trees
The tomboy covered in lace.
The brave captive of twisted words.
The enlightened empress
The solitude of a silent sister that brought peace.
The queen of correct
The fighter of the feable minded
The deep thinker lost in her darkness
The mother of happiness
The old soul trapped in this body
The sensative spirit that feels more than the eye can see.
The sleepless gaurd of our home.
The hostess of friendship
For all is me
For all you will see
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
No longer kissable
Not soft and plush
Cracked and sensative
Stinging inside
Layers ripped off
Simply unavoidable
Chapped lips are like my life
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
your touch is like electricity in my veins
i crave you
you're like the sun
radient, warm
your smile is contageous
it could cure anthything,
it cured me
they say boys are made of snakes and spiders,
but they haven't met you
you're sweet, you're sensative.
everything about you invites me in.
the way you caress me when we say our goodbyes,
to how you stroke my smoothe skin, showing me that you love me.
but what you probably don't know,
is that i would cross the 7 seas to kiss you one last time
i would climb mountains to see you smile,
or to feel your kind embrace
because i've never loved someone like i love you.
but i'm cold
and you burn.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
I'm just too sensitive for this world
My skin and bones are fragile
To the touch
My heart isn't even made out of paper
Its made out of dust
That I've painstakingly collected over
All these years
From broken promises and
Shattered dreams and
Old distorted memories
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
i.
i think i have a bug bite
for every
kiss that you planted on my
neck ,
arms ,
chest .
ii.
my jaw is set on
vibrate
and your legs are between my legs .
sensative .
i can't speak ,
and i can barely breathe straight ,
but i can feel ..
iii.
pretty .
like i matter .
my body is outside
and inside
and i can see you and me ,
feel you and me .
iv.
lights dance on and i start praying to a god
i don't believe in
that we're not caught and it's not ruined .
and that this isn't a dream .
and that you're real .
vi.
you come over the next morning .
and you smile .
and i smile .
and it starts all over again .
over and over and over and over in my head
on my neck .
on my arms .
on my chest .
in my mouth .
v.
i love you .
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
I'm sorry
Well let me start with an apology
I do not mean to offend
Because the truth
I want everyone to love me
Well, I'm sorry
But I have to say this now
But Islam is not religion
It is offense to god
It condones proselytization
*if you want to find god
You will
If someone has to show you
Then it's meaningless*
Still sorry to say
And I'm not some Christian apologist
And I know people are sensative
And I know I'm misunderstood
And I know I may be wrong
But I have to say
Because it covers all religion
Not just the evil I have cited
In America children love MTV
Because they cannot see what's good yet
*and if you want to find god
You will
It means nothing
When you convince child*
And I'm sorry
Because there are Christian terrorist too
They bombed in Oklahoma
And they're in westboro baptist church
Still I'm sorry
But I remember September eleventh
I remember jihad
And I know as much
Killing in the name of god is blasphemy
*if you want to find God
You will
It means nothing
If fear is involved*
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC