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Hold me

Oldie

Writer's block.

Yet another oldie

Protector

Another oldie

Let me help

Another snippet written by 13 year old moi.

I've been waiting

Another poem I wrote years ago and just rediscovered on a tatty piece of paper.

The End

A few years ago I had a dream about some kind of almost-apocalypse. I woke up and wrote this snippet. Today, about 4 years later, I found it again :o

Poverty

I have so much. They have so little.I could give something so little and it would help them so much.

Little Red shot 'em dead

I saw herskippingthrough the wood, her basket of cakessmelt so good.I followedher closelythrough the trees, the hem of her capebrushed over her knees.She sang asong-a happy tune.She stopped for some flowers, Lovely blooms.I crept upbehind, watching her clo..

The Devil's Residence

In the den of thievesled by good ol' Fagin himselfthere resides chaosIn the house of sexled by a democratic dictatorthere resides an ununified unionIn the hut of knivesled by the backstabberthere resides beings too scared to stand upIn the home of the power hungryled by the vindictivethere resides t..

Hypocrisy

You're quick, too quick,to judge those who reach for the shiny silverof temporary relief.You say it's wrong,selfish and unnecessary.That looking for somethingto replace the painis never the answer. You're right. It's not. But the harm, which you disregard,comes in many shades.M..

Can't Sleep Without You

It's taken me a long timeA long time to realiseWhy I take hours to fall asleepUnless I'm laid with you At firstI thought maybe it was you warmthAnd the security in your armsAnd how I miss you when you're not thereBut it isn't ThenI thought maybe it was your voiceAnd..

Cliches

It's not bad is it?To wish for once that someone,him,would do the usual cliches.Correctly. The dinner;doesn't have to be in a swanky 5* in Parisbut something simple.Something special.Something to dress up for. The flowers;should be roses, maybe, or tulip..

Real Enough

Just popped into my head. I know it's no good but it's just here because I haven't uploaded anything in a long time

Rocketship

Not really a poem, more of an observation of a friend and a description of today...

Happiness

Inspired by something I just read and someone who is texting me :)

Dead in an instant

I wrote this about 2 weeks ago, only just found it again.

The Snail

Not as it seems, more of a persnal piece

So this is the end

Not great at all :( But feeling kind of down about leaving high school, I couldn't wait now I wish I was back in year 7

Sounds

Don't really like this, I think it'll just serve as a reminder to think of a better one

Keep your head up

Keep your head upAbove the waterAbove the waves of emotionAnd the sea of spiteful things they say. Take a deep breathAnd let it wash over youBut don't stay under too longCome back up to the shining sun. You're swimming through an oceanAn ocean of hatredYou can't get..

Typist

Fingers typeFlitting across the keyboardJumping from letter to letterTyping out words that make sense to you But they are not mineThey can't beSo pale and frailThey don't look like mine They don't feel it eitherEach movement seems preplannedAnd practisedLike someo..

Creative block always leads to you

Had creative block... Wrote this... It's quite babbly but it makes sense to me :)

Trust me, I Can Save The World

You tried to shelter meYou didn't want me to see the evilThis world holdsYou thought I'd try to leave itIf I knew But I've been there for yearsI've seen it day after dayI lost my innocent eyes long ago And you were wrongI don't want to leave itNot just yet&nb..

UP

don't give UPyour life may seem messed UPbut we can fix it UPpatch it UPpick you UPand calm you DOWN.

Lullaby

I'm 16. I don't have a child. My parents rarely sang to me when i was little. But I still attempted to write a lullaby...ummm...

7 hours

7 hours.7 hours I was up last night.7 hours I was up last night talking.7 hours I was up last night talking to her.7 hours I was up last night talking to her until her dad came home.7 hours I was up last night talking to her until her dad came home so that she wouldn't kill herself. 7 hours..

Don't Give Up

Listen to me darling,I know what you're going through.Trust me sweetheart,I've been the same as you.Look at me babydoll,I'm still here aren't I?Take my advice baby,Your potential is sky high.

Here

I don't feel at home where I live, but there is one place I go to get away from it all. A 6 story carpark. Sounds weird I know.

Exhaustion

I don't know if I like this poem or not.

I don't care, I care

People can say 'I don't care' all they want but they will always ALWAYS care about something similar.

Isn't it funny...?

Isn't it funnyHow the girl with the perfect gradesStruggles with homework?Isn't it funnyHow the girl who helps youCan't help herself?Isn't it funnyHow the girl who tries to make a differenceNever wanted change?Isn't it funnyHow the girl who seems to have a stable lifeSees it cr..

Listen to me darling, before I leave.

Kind of based on a conversation I'm having right now... hard to explain unless you're living through it I guess.

Teenagers

When you're about to complain about my generation, look to the ones who raised us. Also, were your generation really much better? You probably still rebelled, just differently.

I remember enough

My dad had cancer when i was little. A few things recently reminded me of it and this is just a little poem about what I remember.

Bedroom Games

Not sure how it came about but my boyfriend and I have this game where 1 of us tries to make the other as aroused as possible without letting either of us do anything sexual..It's weirdly amusing...

Slow The Heck Down

Everyone I saw today seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere. Hey, strangers, slow down once in a while and enjoy the view.

Wooden Support

I let you branch outI let you lean on mebut even the strongest treecan only hold so many branchesbefore it uprootsand dies.

Beautiful Dreams

I know a dreamer with beautiful dreams <3

Hey little girl

I guess really it is kind of based on the girl in Weed and Candy's wife from the book Of Mice And Men... It's not entirely accurate but oh well.

Forever

Short. Very short.

Tom <3

It's a s**t poem and won't make much sense to anyone else... I love you Tom xx

Boyish Breakdown

A friend of mine had a hard day, he got very angry and depressed and didn't understand that it's normal to be emotional. He opened up and trusted me. Thank you James.

I am who I am

I'm not the prettiest girl aroundor the sexiestor the most beautiful. I'm not the slimmest girl aroundor the thinnestor the best shaped. I'm not the smartest girl aroundor the most educatedor intelligent. I'm not the most gracious girl aroundor the most well ..

Without

A life without a wild sideis not the way to live.A life without a wild sideis not progressive. A life without your warm touchmeans being without you.A life without your warm touchI wouldn't make it through. A life without failurewould give us no drive to succeed.A l..

Teacher Teacher

Wanted to try something with an incresing line length... I don't like it =/

Confused Stereotyped Teenager

It's no easy task.Everything goes wrong.You find some stability.Then the world f***s you up again. Confused. Parents shout.Friends lie.Rumours spread.Tensions run high. No one believes in you.Your opinion's not valid.Your generation is critisised.You..

Shirt

Kaplunk.Her jeans fall to her ankles.Slowly, she steps out of them. Now look.She stares into the mirror.Checking out the girl she sees. Boring.She doesn't have a bad shape.It's nothing special, mind you. Oh well.Her checkered panties - covered.As a shi..

Your Voice

A little song/poem thing I wrote... Not sure if I like it or not...

Amateur Awakenings

For my boyfriend seeing as he thinks poems have to have set stanzas and rhyme xD I Love You Tom xx

Graveyard Walkers.

We're walking together,you and I.Holding hands and swinging our arms gently as we walk.We talkand smile softly at each other;your eyes shine in the moonlightand each simple exhalecreates swirls in the airwhich dance around our headsuntil the breeze disperses them.Another word,another swirl,another s..