continuing/poem

This is probably the most personal and real poem that I’ve ever written. As it says, I can’t explain this thing that I’ve had for years. It has a name but I don’t feel inclined to carry it around so few know and I prefer it to be like that, however, from experiences happening now with friends and myself, I feel like it’s time to write this to show that they are not alone.

Scratch.

Shave.

Lock.

Click.

Be like a toothpick,

blinding gorgeous blood from your thumb.

It’s what the you in your dumb

unforgiving, forgetting mind screams.

 

Do it. Something will happen .

Death in your family,

Illness like once,

Bombs overhead,

Scary preying monsters

This could happen

if you don’t double check your front door.

 

Widows peak, get rid

No one will love you if it dominates

your sunlight freckles that smiles daily

hiding this voice. This scary voice

Switch the light three times before the loo,

incase a thief thinks a house is free to loom.

 

Nobody fully understands.

‘Don’t listen, nothing bad will happen’

This voice won’t be silent with other.

All in my mind is ‘click it,

Stratch it until bloodly flesh,

Keep pen there,

Don’t queue in busy times

Incase a man explodes

Just like old times’

 

This is uncomplete,

the story is continuing,

I can’t explain it right now

so let me tell you in good time.

 

Astrid x

 

 

 

 

 

happier tunes//poem

prettier wings,

sharper chirps,

skinner stalks,

is what a bird should possess

 

the other birds fly away,

because you don’t listen to their

violation of that pigeon or sparrow

but you sing happier tunes,

you make up your own clue.

 

though you still cry,

though you still crave,

not a good-bye

because you still love

those memories of

flying above

with those,

prettier,

skinner,

sharper,

birds.

 

 

 

Another one|Poem.

Another one,

means another mistake,

another heartbreak,

means another tear.

 

I don’t want to get myself in this mess again,

All I have are regrets.

 

Leave me alone, please.

I don’t want to get to know you,thankyou.

Because if I do,

I’ll find myself in this circle

of happiness and heartbreak.

 

So please, leave me alone.

 


 

I’m feeling quite poetic and well, this is probably going to make me cringe later.

But tell me what you think, good or bad.

See you later,

Hideaway Girl xxx

Summer and Winter | Poem.

Hi,everyone! How are you all doing on this bright sunny spring morning? *waits for a reply* I’m actually doing alright, I’ve been watching this youtuber, who I found through a friend, called Emma Blackery. She’s actually pretty funny and I haven’t been able to stop watching her for at least four hours.. I think it’s time to stop.

I’ve just written a poem and I don’t know what I think about it but tell me in the comments below 🙂

Enjoy and embrace the spelling mistakes.


 

A summer glow of hair,

Rosy pink cheeks sprinkled with freckles,

Small subtle breeze of air surrounds everywhere,

Eyes all on echo on her.

 

A winter darkness of hair,

Pale inflection still,

Spiteful breath tiptoes everywhere,

Eyes look past her.

 

Inside the perfect summer’s body ,

lies a heart flowing,

with vain hatred and evil .

 

Inside the fragile winter’s body,

lies a heart drumming,

with love and care.

 

But no one notices.

All they see is the beauty of summer,

But not the love and care of winter.


 

So what did you think of it? I actually wrote this about two people but I used the seasons as a base. `

I wanna do a Q&A today but I need some questions so if you wanna leave some in the comments below that would be really good.

I’ll see ya with a Q&A, later,

Hideaway Girl xxx

Jokes..|Poem.

Are you joking,

I’m here crying,

And you say it was just a joke.

I’m really trying to smile,

But all I can think of is those three words,

How happy I was at one point

And the next, hugging my knees for something to hold on.

 

Three words can change my life,

It could be warming as when I’m with you,

Or it could be as sharp and painful as a knife.

Do you understand how I’m feeling?

How my heart flies high when I’m near you..

But now, whenever, I see you,

My brain says not to go near you.

To get over you.

To start over.

 

You say I can’t take a joke.

But this joke has been going on for years..

I know what this joke is..

It’s me and you.


 

I tried to bring myself in someone else’s shoes in this poem

 

Hideaway Girl xxx