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'.

Beyond

This was inspired by the view out of my bedroom window. I was looking for inspiration, looked out the window, and this happened. 

Beyond

Over the wall

A different world

Greener, brighter

Yellow buttercups in the grass

Ignore the houses in the background

Forget the concrete and the tarmac

Watch, stare, dream

A few minutes of your life

They would say wasted

I say gained

Watching

Watching

He sits

And I watch

Quietly

The curve of his mouth

The tilt of his face

The brightness of his smile

He looks over at me

And I glance away quickly

Red blush, spreading upwards

Quietly

I watch

Him sitting

Hoping one day to find him looking back at me

Angel&&Devil

A freeverse poem I wrote a while ago. Based on the style of Harry Potter Fanfiction freeverse.

and I know I’ll never make it to

*heaven*

and I know you’re safe from

_hell_

and all I can

t h i n k

is that I can

N

E

V

E

R

be with you

and I can

N

E

V

E

R

hold you close and

tell you it’s going to be

//O//K//

because it won’t be, and now

you are

c r y i n g

(and I just want to hold you)

and now you are

b r e a k i n g

D

O

W

N

(and all I want is for you to be safe)

but I  k n o w

that

*heaven* and _hell_

can never be

t+o+g+e+t+h+e+r

but I am still going to try

and even when I give up trying

my arms will still be <open>

and

m a y b e

if _hell freezes over_

someday

me&&you can be <together again>

Broken

This is another poem I wrote a week or so ago.

Broken

She’s fragile.

So you try to patch her up

with gentle kisses

and comforting words.

She’s delicate.

So you wrap her carefully

in love

and try not to drop her.

She’s precious.

So you hide her away

and count the coins

to take care of her.

But you can’t hold on

to her forever

so you try your best.

And when she comes

crashing down

on the cold hard ground.

You’ll be there to

pick up the scattered pieces

of her on the floor.

Nobody's Perfect

This is a poem a wrote about a week ago. I know it's been ages since I last updated, but I have a regular Internet source now, so hopefully I'll be updating more often.

Nobody's Perfect

Behind your smile,

is a broken heart

and shattered dreams.

Reflected in the

gleam of your eyes,

is a suffocating sadness.

But

you have to be

strong.

Because now you must

fight to take back

what is yours.

So put on your war paint.

Cover up your tears

and make yourself look strong.

For tonight

you prepare for battle.