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 Mar 2014 hannah
xoirene
Untitled
 Mar 2014 hannah
xoirene
Like a story
There is always a
Beginning, middle and an end
(i.d)
 Mar 2014 hannah
CG
You
 Mar 2014 hannah
CG
You
I wish I was more than a thought,
but less than a headache.
I wish I was like your favorite song,
instead of just a jingle.
I wish I meant something more than a little,
but a little less than a lot.
I wish I was like your favorite novel,
instead of a small comic strip.
I wish you put me first,
but instead you put me last.
 Mar 2014 hannah
Pushing Daisies
I cannot bear to watch,
her slowly choke you,
unrequited love,
drowning your heart,
in a torrent of numbness,
an endless pool,
of tainted hope.

I cannot help but weep,
as your features darken,
and eyelids droop.
Your dreams evaporating,
into bittersweet nightmares,
your mind disintegrating,
consumed by lust.

I cannot be your salvation,
although I wish I could.
I'll try to tear down,
your wall of doubts,
that stand so proud,
and block the rays of sunlight,
from shining upon,
your gentle soul.
I'll try in vane.

I cannot make you love me,
I don't expect you too.
I just want to see you smile,
That smile you lost,
so long ago.

Maybe I can help you find it.

Use a map and compass.

But you'd only push,
The rusting point,
Into my punctured,
Heart.
For the boy I love so dearly
 Mar 2014 hannah
jvb
silence
 Mar 2014 hannah
jvb
What does silence feel like?
Silence feels like waiting at a train station at 3:00am.

What does silence look like?
Silence looks like seeing your dad walk out the door again.

What does silence taste like?
Silence tastes like cold leftovers from the night before.

But worst of all
Silence is seeing someone you love, with someone else.
Found this poem in my journal that I wrote a few months ago
 Mar 2014 hannah
Amanda Lee
my heart
 Mar 2014 hannah
Amanda Lee
My heart is a mechanism over which I have no control
My heart is a weapon I use against myself
My heart is a conglomeration of mixed up emotions
My heart is a tattered and torn but still somehow beating vessel
My heart is a complete and utter paradox; it perplexes even myself
My heart is heavy artillery ready to open fire on me at any moment
My heart is a solitary device, driven only by its own selfish and foolish desires
My heart is a kindergarten craft project, held together weakly with superglue,
but each fragile piece created with care
My heart is the antithesis of progress,
the opposite of what I need to remain sane
 Mar 2014 hannah
BarelyABard
There are pretty girls getting limo rides with rich men smiling by their sides
while I am singing with flowers between my teeth like romantic swords within a sheath.

I see their pretty eyes fill with city lights.
So very bright... so very bright...
But the gutters are hidden just out of sight and the rats are crawling through the night.

I am riding my bike between the trees while, in my mind, I'm on my knees with sadness at the girls in limos never knowing what will come when the sun goes down and the rats come out to feast...

I am the boy waiting on the beach watching the girls in the city but when the lights leave their eyes and they turn around,  I won't be there anymore.
 Mar 2014 hannah
tdf
what remained
 Mar 2014 hannah
tdf
'at least I'm awake'
as eyes haze over
'at least I'm aware'
but it all tastes like water
'at least I'm alive'
god, at least I'm alive
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