Sinking into the books.
The depths of literature.
Romance.
Fantasy.
Nonfiction.
I lose myself in it all.
I am safe.
Books are my armour.
They're full of words.
And words are the one thing you can't take from me.

No matter how long I tried,
I was never good enough.
No matter how little I ate,
I was never skinny enough.
No matter how long I stayed,
I was never loyal enough.
No matter how much I cried,
I was never emotional enough.

I was never enough for you.
I was never enough for anyone.

Can we stay here forever?
In a moment where I don't have to worry?
Away from the judgement of the world,
Where you and I can just be you and I?

A moment in the sun, holding hands,
A moment at the beach, together in the sand,
A moment in the night, kissing under the moon,
A moment together, just me and you.

                                                 Forever
      

         Is


                             Easy


Moments


                                         Are


        Harder

Everyone was looking for it.
The legend.
Nobody knew what it was.
But I blindly followed them on the search.
Traveling endlessly, we answered the call of adventure.
Most turned back.
They tuned in to the monotony of life and ignored the call.
But not me.
I stayed.
Searching, even when all others had given up.
Then, one day, I found it.
It wasn't much.
Just a small hole.
But it stretched into infinity.
I looked in, and I was greeted by a mindshattering sight.
I looked in to myself.
"You have come far."
"But only to fail."
"This is not your legend."
"Your legend is yourself."
I watched myself fade away, and relished in my new knowledge.
I no longer heard the call of adventure.
I heard the call of the universe.
The call of myself.

Hands wrapped together in an eternal *******.
Promises whispered to the universe.
Your touch, so soft, like a butterfly's wings.
Our heartfelt embrace and our final farewell.
If I'd known that it would've been forever, I would've held on a little longer.
Held you a little tighter.
Kissed you a little more.
The streetlight, flickering, bathed in moonlight.
The rain, blanketing the world in a blinding mist.
A screech of tires.
A flash of blood.
You, my love, were no more.
You left me forever.
And you took my heart with you.

...Is terrifying.
Every line feels like a judgement.
...Is beautiful.
Every line feels like a symphony.
...Is art.
Every line feels like a masterpiece.
...Is pain.
Every line feels like a heartbreak.
...Is love.
Every line feels like a dedication.
...Is me.
Every line, every word, every letter feels like my own.

I spent all night drawing.
My friends said they love it.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

I practiced the song for weeks.
I got first place in the talent show.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

I spent hours perfecting the recipe.
They ate all of it, and asked for more.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

We hid behind the bleachers.
You had your lips parted, ready for a kiss.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

Why try when I've already failed?

I have been created.
Called.
Summoned.
It echoes through dimensions.
The call only I can hear.
The scream.
The whisper.
The echo.
The call only I can hear.
It changes as I listen.
It goes loud, booming into my ears.
It goes quiet, until I strain myself to hear it.
Even when it fades, it's still there in my head.
In my head.
In my head.
In my head.
It screams at me.
Too loud!
Stop!
Please!
But the call doesn't listen.
It just keeps shouting.
In my head.
In my head.
In my head.

Although I am freezing, I warm your heart.
I bring everyone together, though I'm gone by morning.
Swirling down in a haze, I cover everything in beauty,
But you can't admire me without destroying me.

What am I?

I am the spring, gentle and kind.
I am the summer, outgoing and enthusiastic.
I am the autumn, dreamy and sweet.
I am the winter, shy and quiet.

I spread my flowers through the wind.
I give everybody a good time.
I help everyone come together.
I provide endless cuddle opportunities.

I am warmth.
I am light.
I am love.
I am togetherness.

I am not the seasons.
I am the flower.

Blooming in spring.
Flourishing in summer.
Wilting in autumn.
Dying in winter.

Sometimes I'm not sure what I am.
A poet?
An author?
Or am I just some idiot who thinks her stories are worth sharing?
That's right. Her. I'm a girl.
A girl who can't figure out what she wants in life.
To write poetry?
To write love stories?
To write exciting stories?
Or maybe, I just want to write.
Write.
Let the words flow out of me, like a spout from my brain.
Write.
Let the words come from you.
It doesn't matter how good they are.
Just leave a trail of words behind you.
Write.
Like me.
And maybe one day, you'll find yourself.

Sniffing
Sobbing
Wordlessly
Conveying
My
Emotions
Conveying
The
P­ain
The
Tears
Fall
With
Every
Single
One
That
Stains
My
Floor
Out­
Goes
A
Memory
Of
You





I am at peace again.

I take out my cauldron.
The first ingredient is always the most important.
Rummaging through my drawers, I finally find the perfect one.
I pop in a piece of paper.
Next, I reach for my desk.
I pop in a jar of ink.
Stirring the ***, I open the lid of my head.
These ingredients are the hardest to find.
A pinch of inspiration.
A dash of creativity.
A cup or two of words.
They all go in the cauldron.
Finally, it's time for the last ingredient.
The last ingredient is always the most important.
I reach into my heart.
Carefully, carefully, I pull out all my love.
Carefully, carefully, I put it in the ***.
Mix! Stir! Whirl! Spin!
There. It's done.
I pull out a fresh poem.
I am an Alchemeist of Imagination.

Words.
All poems start with a word.
All poems end with a word.
But the middle?
That's up to the poet.
The middle is my hopes and dreams.
The middle is my secrets and desires.
The middle is my love and sadness.
The middle, my love, is where the poem begins.
But my middle never ends.
It just keeps going.
On and on and on.
Hopes and dreams and secrets and desires and love and sadness.
Words, words, words.

This isn't a poem.
This is a thank you.
To everyone still on HelloPoetry.
I've read some amazing poems, only to find the account dead.
And I know only around 16-20 people will read this.
And that's okay.
My poems ****.
But, I just wanted to thank everyone who's brave enough to write.
To share their mind with the world.
Thank you for inspiring me.
Thank you for giving me courage.
Thank you.

All. Over. Me.
I. Can't. See.
I. Can't. Think.
They reach for me.
They reach for my body.
They reach for my brain.
But they can't find anything.
Groping, groping, groping.
Hands claw at the air.
Shouting, shouting, shouting.
Where am I?! Where am I?!
The hands reach out once more.
Reaching, reaching, reaching.
But they can't find anything.
I am too far gone.

She disliked me from the moment she saw me.
'Whispered' to you,
(But we all could hear her)
That I was no good for you.
I tried to prove myself.
I worked as hard as I could.
And just when I finally became something...
Just when I finally thought she could accept me...
You left me.
I guess she was right.
I was no good for you.
I'm no good for anyone.
I'll be leaving now, taking my shattered hopes with me.

I'm not giving up.
I'm just accepting my fate.
I'm not quitting anything.
I'm just speeding up the inevitable.
I'm not surrendering.
I'm just done with fighting.
But remember:
The battle was lost,
But not the war.

What is this world's obsession with being known as one thing?
To society, you can only have one trait.
Artsy, smart, bookworm, gamer.
Pick one thing now, because you'll be it for the rest of your life.
You're an original, exactly like everyone else.
But still...
I'd rather have my personality labeled then my sexuality or gender.
Why do you care what I'm known as?
I can be bi one morning and lesbian the next!
I can be a girl one morning and a boy the next!
You can't stick a label on being yourself.

We played hide-and-seek,
But you weren't looking for me.
We played tag,
But I was always it.
It's all fun and games,
Until I start writing poetry.
Then you know that you're well and truly *******.
There. It's done.
What you did is posted for the world to see.
Hope you enjoyed your game.

There's a place
I like to go
Where nobody says yes
And nobody says no

Nobody argues
For nobody's there
Nobody is mean
And nobody cares

It's always quiet
The silence never ends
But I'm not alone
Nobody's my best friend

Come on, open up your eyes.
Stop looking at the screen.
There's a whole world out there.
Don't read a story.
Write one.
Live one.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to live your life.

Where
Am
I?
Opened
Up
My
Eyes
But
I
Can't
See.
I
Am
Surrounded
By­
An
Endless
Abyss.
Looking
Through
The
Screen,
I
See
The
Next
Dim­ension.

Love is a picnic on a warm summer day.
Love is accidentally holding hands during a movie.
(All I wanted was the popcorn...)
Love is sitting next to them at the lunch table.
Love is sharing your cookies, even when you want them all.
(They were freshly baked!)
Love is drying your tears, no matter how they feel.
Love is being their shoulder to cry on.
(How do I tell them?)
Love is, love is, love is...
Love is you.

I open up the website. A million worries nag in my head.
Does nobody get it?
Does everyone hate it?
Is one-word titles stupid?
Are my words stupid?
Words swirl around in my head.
I pop open my skull and pull out a fresh poem.
I grab my bottle of inspiration and mix it up.
There. It's done.
Time to set my words free.

Who will I be when I wake up today?
Peppy, moody, angry, snooty?
All my personalities are waiting for their turn.
Artsy, smart-aleck, rude, idiot?
I open my closet.
All the personalities wait to be worn.
You know what?
Today I won't be what you want.
I close the closet and get ready for school.
Today, I'll just be me.

I'll never be like you.
I'll never write like you.
I'll never be happy like you.

Like you, like you, like you.

Because of you, I gave up everything.
Because of you, I cried myself to sleep.
Because of you, I found my new dreams.

Because you, because you, because you.

You were never there for me.
You were the reason I had to run.
You are the reason I'm trapped here.

You, you, you.

The comet streaks down, tail red like blood.
So beautiful and so terrible.
Will it **** me, or will I **** myself?
I know the answer.
The comet is my mind.
The comet is the demons in my head.
The comet is coming for us all.

I was walking in the woods with my friends one day,
when suddenly, their voices stopped.
I look behind me to see an empty white void.
A nullspace.
Nothingness.
Infinitely.
I call into it. Are my friends there?
But all I hear is my own voice.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
My words stream forever into the blankness.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
My words come back to me.
I sit there for a while, listening to my words.
Minutes?
Hours?
You can't have time when there's no space.
I listen to myself calling out across the emptiness.
Then, something calls back.
It is not my words.
It is not words.
It is music.
Suddenly, I am woken up by my friends.
We're going for a walk in the woods today.
If I don't come back, don't worry.
I'm just listening to the music.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
Inside my head.

Sun
It shines
Down on me
It dries my tears
It won't leave me alone
My sun is better than you
Wait, the clouds are coming
Don't leave! Come back!
The sun's gone
Hidden forever
Shadow

Step right up and hit the girl!
She belongs to you anyways.
Girl for sale! Girl for sale!
Too bad she's worth dirt.
Extra, extra, read all about it!
Auction today, all the girls you could ever want!
It doesn't matter how they feel.
You're in control.
A new toy comes along, replacing me.
Don't worry. I'll wait in the trash for you to get bored.