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Like every girl, I have a crush. Someone I know that makes me blush. He makes me laugh and he makes me cry. So much sometimes I think I'll die. I try to stop because I know That no relationship could grow.
Why not say hi or give a smile, to show them how you've felt for some while? Is it fear of rebuff, or that you're not enough? But what if that wasn't the case? That's not how they see your beautiful face.
Darling, I want to love you the only way I know how -- like a broke college kid.
Conversation Naeha Inapanuri i talked to him today
Dear ------ -----: "You just have to say it. Tell him. Trust me, you'll feel better." I wonder if it's really that easy.
You told the bird you don't like the way it sits on my wrist. You don't like how it would permanently stay. You don't like its meaning. And to make you happy the bird would have to sacrifice its own life in pain.
The stars do not have the same shine your eyes do So many days go by and I still don't have a clue How I got to be with someone as special or precious as you
don't know why i was not able to see, It was right in front of me.
We are children of God Yes! God is our Dad We are siblings of Jesus From our sins, He frees us We are loved and cared for by God
God is so Good, I lift Him on High Way Way High, way above the sky He is so Good, He will forever be Glorified When battles came I was scared and horrified
What a sad life it was when sin tore us and God apart What could we do to be saved from His Wrath? Nothing, because God had a plan to save us from the start
What is Great Love? Great love is this: Someone who lays down His life for his friend Someone who will love you till the end Someone who will never pretend
Dear future me, I wonder who you turned out to be… You were always an anxious one The type who’s too scared to have too much fun
If you get too intimate with your best friend There might come up two paths Each one is more dangerous than the other You have to choose Whether the most secure and safe Or take a risk and name you as a couple
Social Media, feeding the Obsession. Expression which switches Depression to Repression. Lies disguise our devotion to true emotion. Self-Hatred, the secret sacred Entity for a hurting Identity.
I’ve been Awake full nights, For the past three months, Because I’ve got nothing to do. So instead of doing nothing, I instead do nothing and
I have a secret, I want the world's every drop of cold rain will not be poured on you. I have a secret, I want every sad departuring moment will be a better joy reunion. I have a secret,
I'm never happier than when I'm with you. I don't know what you do. / I'm not used to these feelings. / What are you doing to me? I'm constantly singing, involuntarily,
I froze as time left, the smile of her’s so sweet smile I kept. I saw her walk away goodbye, I tried reaching but couldn’t fight. I was frozen in time.
Have you ever lied to a lover? Just to convince yourself That you would never look at another Especially one who may look a little like yourself Have you ever cried about a lover?
Scared of what? I can’t say I got to go, have to getaway Heart begins to thump, to race wild Feeling frightened, alike a child Breathing quickens, I want it to slow, get back in control
There once was a time when you came into my life We were once just a friend, teasing each other with playful remarks And giving witty comebacks to each other’s responses.
Don't you know how much IEver did love you? Don't you everUnderstand my feelings? You were the sole reasonOf me stoppingWriting songs of love
great people die by making no fuss, ordinary people cry and make out fuss, but let us not make any of the either, No flood of tears too. Earthquakes bring up destruction, and men calculate deaths,
She asked Him a question which was an interesting one it was just that suppose if He had not met Her in His life what would He have felt missed in His life?
Now, Joy was filled all over, And sadness is seen in some; Though joyous they would be, they seem sad But sweetness flowed on others minds. Sadness was filled, by the day’s end
we are born alone we live alone we are nothing we are just a gang a gang of lonely hearts are we we may be happy now we show no care for those who care
God answer us when we are in distress may You protect us send us help and support to make our plans a success make us shout in joy make us victorious
Saintly silent waits he, to have a silent slight glimpse of her again, he silently misses her milky face, her big round eyes. Saintly he waits silent, for his silent alarm to ring again,
saintly at a Saint's college, theY wEre to be at, Being at the same halls anD. the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now, Part bY part. thEy fell apart,
It's Kind It Knows No Enemies It Thinks No Evil It Rejoices Truth It Believes All It Never Fails It's not Faith or Hope It's Love.
He created no problems as others did to her she believed him giving her number, sharing her personal problems, sent pictures of hers her family, their new car
How much can you bear? Why are you always on the clutches of wishes? However you are hurt you don’t seem to learn Whenever the mind wants to stop, you continue Whenever the mind wants to continue, you stop
He can never be predicted He even brings the mighty king's down from their Thrones He is never impressed by their Titles the king's get or for the Status these earthly king’s hold.
To a Lavender named Lucy Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious Lavender I have no creativity as thee To write in papers of colour
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
For as long as I can remember, my best friend was me. Until I started to turn on myself, feeling trapped rather than free. I felt ugly and worthless inside and out. Being stuck in my head
Me. I am me. I would be me. No matter the filter on the camera I will remain me. I could be dressed to the nines and choose the filter that hides all the imperfections I will still be me.
When beside you Nothing else is seen Nothing else can be felt I only see us And what we are I see nothing else I no longer see the oain That I have seen for years
The way my hair falls on my shoulder, the mole on my right leg, and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless. The scars on my feet, the way my stomache folds, and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
Like a million little butterflies, Like the cool spring wind, Like the humming birds tiny wings, Like the sweet nectar oozing out of a strawberry, Like a cool, blue swimming pool on a hot summers day,
I look to you,Then to myself,Then to my life, Past wretched falure upon failure,Bewitched by hollow hopes. My love never was,It never should have been
I have an innovative mind One with many characters and personalities My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
I could be addicted to heroine, but your love is so much brighter I could swim around in a pool of alcohol,
Criss Cross Knock it off Save me the pity Ding Dong Poof me gone Plenty of us are broken Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot Threw my confidence over the moon
I used to think I loved you I used to think you cared I used to think "this is it" I used to be so scared I used to want to be your all I used to think you did too
I'm washed out. Killing myself over how to be the brightest, the one who is bold. The burden I bear on my shoulders the grades, the scores, the wins feels more like boiling water
I woke up this morning to the wind gnawing through my old windows. I woke up next to my little dog, and the sun slipping through my blinds like love letters pushed under a door. I woke up at one in the afternoon.
They ask me if I'm confused? They ask me if it's a phase? They tell me it's a choice. That I wasn't born this way.
In a world where money is fixated and everything is dictatedOn who you know and how you dressThis everyday world is turning into a mess
If I had the chance, I would take a stance. Make myself be heard, find a cure. The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning. Lives are impacted each day. But you see, no ear will hear,
Weak children starving in the street, Where is there food for them? Parents letting their children get beat, Where is there safety for them? Sons and brothers lying dead on the battlefield,
Who do i like you as ask? Like who do i like like? I like no one I like everyone I dont pick and choose I just feel So who do i like you ask? I like you I like everything about you
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
A place where you're rediculed, Picked on, Taunted. A place where friends,
To build the fire, light the cause In the darkest of places, the pain we cause Make ourselves new, and a new place will shine through A home of love, without hate We could make ourselves a new way
To build the flame, light the cause In the darkest of places, the pain we cause Make ourselves new, and new place will shine through A home of love, without hate We could make ourselves a new way
Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson
Abortion is legal What a horrible thing
First Samantha Hyde
Remincing about the past How life seemed to go by so fast.
I'm not much of a poet, and I'm sure that I show it. But if I had to pick something to change, there would be no limits, for those who have spirit, because they have everything to gain.
I made it!Everything that I've been through in life, i found away to almost making it out, after the late nights crying myself to sleep seeing my mom trying to figure out away that we can eat.
The world is crazy, but never slowing down I see so many different people whenever I look around Black, white, yellow, and red I see all these people inside my head But why do we hate the way people look
What would I change? Shit, where do I start... If only I could eliminate all the times a boyfriend stomped on my heart. If I could erase all the times I stayed in the house,
Brokenness is crumbling, cracked blue It sounds like pottery carelessly shattered on tiled floors. It smells like a dry, humid summer day.
You want to feed my mind but i leave class hungry. You sit in class and teach but I cant pay attention. I dont understand why i fail, which is so funny. I try and use the bathroom but i need your permission.
Take a seat, and close your mouth. Let me torment you instead. The lesson for today, is role reversal; Take a seat and take it to the head. Let me take my anger out on you,
Cold breeze bugging me, But the warmth from your skin Is tugging at my broken heart from never being held But you held me, oh, you held me Little asks of where should we And heat upon my cheeks
Mine eyes have seen the coming the comming of many things, But as things pass by my eyes they become many goings. My feet know many back allies that have kept me off my trail.
The home of a traveler Is not really a home, But more of a way of life. The home can be furnished nicely With a chipper mood and a broad smile. The furniture is all in place
You're the time taken up, I will never have enough. You're the words, flooding down, I see the ink, pouring out. You're the dreams I see at night, I can't explain this sense of "right."
The pain, the hurt, the awful, the words, the things that could come, the things I've so carefully not done. I'd let it all come flooding through, Just to hear you say to me, I love you.
It started with a touch, a feel, a glimpse. The way your name feels, so soft on my lips. The sound of you, it drives me crazy. They mention your name, I love you, baby. You bring back feelings, long pushed away.
First I started out counting and learning colors. Man, I Felt so much smarter than the others. Challenges grew harder, my brain was expanding. Reading, writing and math were knew to my understanding.
They say education is important So why can’t it be When you’re sitting at your desk with your hands between your knees Students sigh in advance when you pass out a test
Oh! For my school The things I would change Everything.
The shit I wish I could tell my teacher would probably get me supended. But once the shit I wish I could have said probably would have saved my arm. Bullying was killing me inside. Going through all differnt changes with my body and feelings.
Teachers are blind. There is so much they don't see. So much they don't understand. About us, The students. "Getting to know you" activities aren't fun, They're uncomfortable.
Why do you teach History in English? You've got it all wrong. Why teach about English in History? Why don't you just switch jobs! I'm tired of getting confused. I'm tired of worrying about my grades. You said you'd grade my work a week ago.
I guess Tomorrow was yours, too Because you took it from My Hands, How arrogant so yesterday couldn’t fill you and you could not be hungry, yes
School.. It ain't for fools It'll never be cool ! Hey there sir, miss, profesors and principal I think, that it is really critical I must say, there is alot to change in this school
In school I learned about english and bullying Judgement, math, and the flaws of schooling. But there are some things my teacher didn't tell me Things that the new me is scared of knowing.
Cold hard seats. I tug at my sweater a little more. The A.C. kicks on And I feel like meat Hanging in a locker. Tap. Tap. Tap. The girl in front Of me taps her pencil Against the desk.
Days like this, I often debate, why'd I let you into this space, I kept so safe. We was always on and off so it was light switch for me to switch you off.
You were the only girl who I've ever truly wanted. The only girl who my heart have never fronted. Only girl I've relentlessly pursued.. Might sound like a fool, but somedays you was the reason I came to school.
The green grass hides the Living creatures in springs’ meadows, Dancing, frolicking, swaying In the wind that makes the flowers Shiver
Life like a blur Never stop to look around Life like a game Always constant enjoyment Life like a baby Being given opportunities Life like a flashlight Always shining and upbeat
FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! Black America has been inspired By these words from the past But are we truly free? This question puzzles me? When our fellow brothers and sisters
Everywhere; Everywhere I would settle All I could find is beautiful people. Sparkle of their beauty, sparkles like stars However, there is one I call treasure. She shines more than other stars in the galaxy