Dreams or Daydreams

Do you ever get that feeling,

where you just want

to jump

inside someone's brain

crawl around

and find out what they're thinking?

Breath Deep

A couple of the guys in school have started wearing the most amazing smelling body spray, which inspired me to write this.

Isn't it funny?

How a smell

can make someone

a million times

more attractive.

My Darkest Time

I think this came from either English or Religion class, when we were talking about how everyone experiences everything differently, so you never really know what someone else is going through.

"I know how you feel."

Really?

No.

You don't.

You've never been so close

you can feel the tingling

in your fingertips and toes

and then feel it whoosh past

your cheek

as you just miss it.

You haven't had his fingers

ghost over your cheek,

as if he was going to grab you

and kiss you

only for him to

stroke your cheek and tell you:

"Let's be friends

forever"

You've never had your heart

lifted up

higher than you even thought was possible

only for it to come

crashing back down,

down...

Down.

Until it hits the ground

hard.

You haven't gone out

and sat by the lake

until the darkness

of the night creeped in;

until the empty place where

your heart

used to be has frozen over,

and you have a brand new

frozen

heart of ice.

And you have never

waited out the patient

days and weeks

and months and years

until the ice melted

and then he came along

and shattered it

all

over

again.

So how can you say

you know how I feel?

Tomorrow

This is inspired by the simple line "Tomorrow's far away."

Tomorrow.

That's a long

way away.

So let's live in

today. And treasure

every single moment.

One Kiss

 This one is from the line "And with one kiss/We could stop time"

One Kiss

From You

Would Be So

Magical

It Would Stop

Time

Chance

Ok, I wrote a load of poems based on individual lines from the Ouron Highschool Host Club Theme Tune, which was stuck in my head for ages. This came from the line "Maybe we could take this chance." It's quite short, but sweet.

Jump.

Leap.

Fall.

Don't worry.

I'll catch you.

Safe.

I have a lot more but I won't be publishing them all because I really need to edit some of them. I'll hopefully be editing over the next month or so, and I'll have them up soon enough.

Pitter-Patter

    This one doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but it's just something that came into my mind, and I had to write it down.

I can hear their

tiny feet

pitter-pattering on

the path outside.

I can smell those

scents of strawberry fields

and summer

that they use

to entice you

and draw you in.

I can feel

the icy chills they bring

starting

at the back of my neck

and spreading down

through my legs

to the tips of my toes.

I can taste that burning

on the back of my tongue.

And now

I can see

their horrific

deformed

mutated faces

pressed up close against mine.

Hopefully by next weekend I'll have found the other poems and will be able to publish those.

Torn

    I wrote a load of poems on pieces of paper at school this week, but unfortunately I only brought the piece of paper with this one and the next one on it.
    I guess for this one I was just thinking about scars, and how you can have scars on the inside and the outside, and I thought of this.

Everyone has scars.

Some are big.

Some are small.

Some are on the outside

and some

are on the inside.

I've got one or two

small scars

on the outside.

They're nothing impressive.

Nothing to talk about.

But I've got

one huge, giant scar

on the inside

where you ripped out my heart.

Title will probably change.

EDIT: Changed the title from 'Beautiful Painful Scars' to 'Torn'.