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Psychotic Harmony
I give you my trust
That belongs to so few
So old, it's covered in rust
It's been years since it grew

My trust has grown tough
Having been broken too many times
It's calluses are rough
Rougher than the skin of limes

I am trusting you
Please be careful with me
Promise you'll be true
I break very easily

I love you
That's a fact
Truer than true
It's not an act

So take my trust
Treat it with care
Lest it be dust
Crushed out of despair
Paranoia gets the better of me all too often, but many times I am right to be paranoid. We live in a lying, cheating, broken world.
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but dammit, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but dammit I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but dammit all too hell
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(
Haiku Donna
Summer raindrops fell
Flowers kept on blossoming
Love is beautiful

Offically married to my lovely Dean , it was one of the best days of my life xxxxx love to all xxxxx pagan Paul and Kim baker I've put my wedding photo up like I promised cya u soon lovely hearts xxxxx
we met unexpectedly
not hoping for anything vast
just the usual friendship
but we accidentally crossed the line
even though another already
grabbed your attention and affection
you still came to me,
surprisingly, you've let me mark you
why did you do that?
why did you ask for it?
and why did i give in?
i was the one who marked you yet
it feels like the opposite
the taste of your skin
still attached to my lips
your skin marked my lips
the sound of your moans
still ringing melodically into my ears
and the caress of your lips against mine, god, the things i'd do just to feel it again, one last time
because more than a month has passed,
and here i am
still foolishly thinking of you
when you probably threw me out of your mind a long time ago
do i need help? no.
i miss you more than you will ever know. you're the one who proved to me how much i can badly miss a person.
but i think this is where i draw the line for i can only do nothing but miss you.
the time wasn't in our favor when we met and all i wish for is,
one day, if our paths ever cross each other again, it will give us a chance. the chance that i would take without any hesitation.
until then, i will remove you out of my mind. i will stop looking left and right for your familiar sight. i will know nothing of you, but do know that my heart will always recognize you.
Made: 22/09/2017
Noah Clark
The broken heart
sinks deep.
Like a broken boat
lost at sea.
Drifting down into
a pit of darkness.
The broken boat
lost and heartless.
How did I break your heart?
Did I pull your strings so hard that you fell apart?
Or was it I who showed you how to sew them from the start?
Did I break you so hard that you fell to pieces?
I folded you so much you have permanent creases?
Or was it I who helped you write your life thesis?
Spending countless hours showing you “what this is.”
Tell me, how did I break your heart?
Did I reject you, outcast you, ignore you, forget you?
Or was I the only one trying to unmask you, teach you, push you so you could see you?...

Did I stop loving you?
No, you stopped loving me.

So please, tell me, now that you are happy, free, without me...
How did I break your heart Lindsey.
Heart break
I'd be lying if I said
This isn't hurting me
I'm a sucker for telling you
This is hurting me

I can't tell the difference anymore
I'm having a problem
Is that my solution
Or is this my problem

Numbing the pain
Doesn't make it ok
I'm gonna get you back
And still won't be ok

Trying to keep my wrist closed
So I don't kill me
And you're unphased by my pain
And that's what kills me
First thing I wrote after I got my heartbroken
Katelyn Sevier
One day I am going to do it.
I am going to get that tattoo and I am going to tell that boy that I love him
I am going to publish a book and I am going to go to Italy because I am wanting to move past this time.
I am going to drive so fast I forget the times I have been hurt. I am going to forget about you
One day I am going to do it.
I am going to lift my chin up and feel the slight breeze brush past it
and you would have never existed.
I am going to scream and cry and laugh because I can breathe again and now since I am okay it will be okay.
I think it will all be okay.
Because one day I am going to tell that boy I love him.
I am going to do that.
The things I have been afraid of.
Hannah Christina S
Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?
Problems only We True Artists face.
Shylee W
My hearts a grave and its abysmal.
I live my life inside out, showing people the hollowness of my innards before they dare touch me.
I have nothing left to give, nothing left to grieve.
I’m an embodiment of the word emptied.
Don’t touch me.
I could spoil you, turn your insides black. Rot your center and watch you crawl away slack limbed and jawless.
Diseases aren’t made, they’re born.
Don’t forget that.
We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.
Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."
Escapism is always fleeting
it's the law
Two sides must be competing
and an escape we saw

So we continue to burn
these words inside
Towards a shrine we turn
leaving ashes for others delight

I collect yours, you collect mine
like dust in an urn
As I give it freely it shall be thine
Of each others escapism we may learn

Knowledge is my thirst
so I sip from the ambrosia of books
You, who saw my wisdom first
a heart made of poetry, this is how it looks
I am an entity
of every mistake I’ve made
dehumanized into
flesh and bone,
is all you see me as.
I am not me,
but every illusion of me
you’ve created in your mind
that I have not lived up to

When will you realize that I’m
human too
Hey bro, do you wanna party dude party all night
Get down to every nightclub in town and show us how to party
Mr muppet, do you wanna party dude
Real real real soon
Get down to every sports event and drink a nice cold beer
Any beer a beer that helps you party, bro, so bro if you want to party dude
Do it right now
Go off to a show
With a heave and a ho
Get down and party dude
You see I find that partying makes me have curly hair
Every day and night
Eating pizza and eating sushi
Yes, some real party foods
For all the party dudes
Hey bro do you wanna party dude
Get down tonight
It is fun to party and drink your beer yeah
And say come on dudes
It is great to be positive every day in everything you do
So you can feel very good
Wearing a cap with a hood
Partying is so much fun
With hidden hands,
the curtain clung to the wall
and cascaded like a waterfall
down to the floor.

Smothering the window
and draping an old side table,
rendering it derelict
- a lifeless silhouette.

Quarter way down from the ceiling,
the curtain parted just a sliver.
Allowing a lone ray to visit between
ambling clouds.


One on the outside can’t fully see
the darkened workings
of a confined mind.

I, on the inside...
Can’t see past the cloth
fastened stubborn
over my weary eyes.
Brandon Conway
Stream of consciousness
traveling down tin cans and a string
going on about Romulus
and ramblings, vibrating in between
half a world away
keeping each other awake
thanks again
for the company
Derrick Jones
It’s not despair but dis-pair, you and me instead of unity
Together we are a part, separate we are apart
Side by side we start the spark
Creating art, a walk in the park
But without you, there is no us
Wondrous becomes blunderbuss
So how about you stay with me
We live together for eternity
I help you keep your sanity
And you help me see humanity
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Thanks for reading!
Gabriel Bonney
But the many words
I want to say to you
will hide within the
recesses of my mouth
like the fiery sun kneels
beneath the vast horizon.

But maybe in the pale light
of the midnight moon,
my words will be whispered
gently as you sleep,
and you will dream of me
and the words I wish to say.
vemod | Swedish | (n.) a tender sadness or pensive melancholy; the calm feeling that something emotionally significant is over and never will be back
Tash Mckay
I have a nephew who's full of life
Makes me happy in this shit life .
He is the rising sun
Breaking light on every one
Helping me smile
Helping me be free
Colors just burst for he
He can not talk
He is special needs
But in his silence
I no his needs
He also smart
He understands me
He make me laugh
He so full of glee
So happy
So insightful
So misunderstood
He walks in a room
A bomb of energy
Oh dear sweet boy
I do love thee
Thankyou for trusting me
Thankyou for showing me
How to be free
You are the fastest river I ever see run
The strongest boy
So full of joy
Heart so pure
Colours dance around you when you sleep
He is the kindest wee boy you will ever meet x
My nephew is 6 he is special needs I spend a lot of time with him x we have a close bond . He such a sweetie x but he is ill in hospital so this is a poem dedicate to him xxxx I want him to be ok x
Ayuel Maluak
I want to explain
And make it simple again
Maybe even dedicate a song
‘Don’t be gone too long’.

I want to bring you close
That’s why I write in prose
Like each letter has meaning
In this ice that am breaking.

Finding myself in silent spaces
Where to speak is like breaking vases
So often feeling displaced
tracing where you touched my face.

I faced the sea trying to hide
This tide of emotion inside
Like a child found in mischief
Afraid to lose love to grief.

Talking to you, I find peace
A connection like a sea breeze
When it brushes your face
An embrace that slows my pace.

Would it be silly if I ask
Does makeup replace the mask
Binding past mistakes under seal
From which we try to heal?
Pauline Celerio
Oh how long I have been waiting
Alone in this table for two
But one glance from across the room
I knew it was you.

At the right time.
At the right moment.
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
as a moment desirous of remaining

that which does not pass...

a sigh staying its soft statement.

how parallel the poetry, a bird's


a sky's bird warming up to the

idea of August.

scented blazes of grass put out

by darkening robes that leave

less of day.

the ever present sensitivities of the

gradual...spelled out and translated

more boldly.

there's so much going on as usual, i

have silence in my ear telling me she

wants to spend more time together.
I see you.
With your heart of stone
I see you
With your gilded mask
I see you
With your diamond tears
I see you
With your blazing tongue
I see you
With your glass smiles
I see you
With your empty eyes
I see you
With your fragile hands
I see you
With your broken lies
I see you
With your stooped shoulders
I see you.
Everything you are,
Everything you are not.
I see you
And I care.
I see you, because you are like me.
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
I'm everywhere all at once
In my mind I am making love in Chechnya
But I don't call it that
I am writing a speech for my middle school graduation in Texas
Where all I know is brown and white
I listen to the world news in black market USBs
That I got from a guy at a parking lot
Wondering who am I loyal to
My soul or survival
The freed are never free of everything--
No matter where I go
I am still my father’s seed
The way he carried me
I carry his sins
While creating my own breed--
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
It will be Instagrammed

I am an egg
Inside a black hole
I am yet to grow old
Because I am yet to be--
I am here,
But my mind is not
As I lay my head to rest
I raise my hopes to wake up tomorrow
More than I did today
Lucas Naughton
Baby how come my cigarette don't last long enough, I regret each single puff
Huff huff blow it down, I shouldn't surround with clowns
They bring me down, but I gotta have someone around
I'm astounded how much I take
Baby I'm your rake, no leaves on your turf, I play this game I'm a smurf
No shame hit you hard baby nerf this
I got this with my Miss, I don't miss my dying wish
One last kiss from the good one, but she wasn't a hood one
Couldn't roll with hoodlums, all I'll ever be
Every moment leading up, I had to strut
I couldn't cut
Family habits, chasing rabbits
Nah bitch I chase green, I'm a machine
I can't love not in my routine, I get out I'm houdini
My green will rain supreme, that's me, and onto thee I deem
Happiness for all, that's my dream
If the scheme will allow
Now now, here now, it's okay
No way ima leave today, I was gone yesterday, no way
Feedback always appreciated so I can get better :) thank you
She’s trying when she’s stressed
She’s trying when she’s tired
She’s trying even it’s not her fault
She has all this questions that she can never get an answer
Until she starts loving herself a little more
And remind herself that there’s nothing wrong with her
Remind yourself that people can be assholes and it’s not your fault
you said
you were afraid
to lose me
and then you
faced your fears
and left
I don't want any of these people
And I don't want their cheap thrills
Their need for a love that only lasts til dawn
Lies shield their hearts
And inhibition disallows anyone to see their true selves
The selves they hate and abuse

I have waited for you since our last lifetime
And I'm so tired of waiting
I'm so eager to see you my love
Every night I go out to meet people I feel my heart sink at the absence of you
And I sink with depression into emotions that I need to forget

I have bought their cheap thrills
And I remain unsatisfied with the results
I lost strength as the liquor stupefied me
And pulled me to a person whose eyes saw only a short term pleasure

I don't want to settle or second guess
I want you
I want to meet you
I want to know you
And to love you
I want to experience with you
And reminisce with you
And I want to die with you and wait all over again
Imara Vaglez
there's a little spot i go to sometimes
where the air is a little cooler than usual
underneath a tall old tree
with branches like fingers reaching for the sun
casting shadows on my face.

there's a little feeling i get,
a sinking in my stomach
with no sign of relief
it plunges deeper and deeper
and all i feel is empty.

i guess all i'm doing now
is waiting around to escape-
to get away from here,
and find refuge somewhere much, much farther.

my heart is a little empty
and alone.
all i ask is that you hear it,
and figure out
the irregular beat.
that calls for you.
Yes it was the look
Her psychedelic eyes kaleidoscoped
Inside out

Higher in the definition
Puffed the minds melt

3 dimensional doors opened a whole new world
With marshmallow men & multicolored girls

I layed on my mushroom carpet
And smoked a caterpillars meal

She giggled and reminded me she was there
With her rainbow curves and a pot of gold coloured hair

Yes it was the look
Holding me in a trance of omigodt

I don't know where I am
But I like it alot

This underworld of wonderment
Developing all thought
Any where seems comfortable here
But going back..

..I'm not

I stared into those psycho eyes
And rowed a boat inside

Man overboard!

She screamed,
                Come in!

I ended up in a camouflage of forest
Amongst the secret of dens
She was a fox
But she was lost
In the same sauce I was in
We held each others hands
And floated to the outer spaces of the edge

Then we danced until our energies gave inn

We thought,
                   we had caught our dream

But unfortunately

We woke up again
Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...
Words that should be said
You are my wolf
As I'm your moon,
You howl at night
So I shine upon you.
Have you ever wondered about us?
How our miseries blend?
I scar upon my weary soul
To heal your withered veins.
I am the lonely moon,
And you're the lonely wolf,
Lonely is what makes us lovely
Let us love our fragile souls.
I'm the silent watcher
To all of your thoughts and prays.
I am the quiet whisperer,
Yes, I hear you call out to me everyday.
So tonight, my love
Let us write our stories to the stars.
Let me shine upon you,
And let our love guide us so far.
Lisa Madina
Looks like this is the end.

Goodbye to our late night phone calls, because I will never hear your voice again
Goodbye to the long walks in the park, because I will never feel the warmth of your hands
Goodbye to the way you always held me close during a storm, because I will never be in the same room as you
Goodbye to the morning coffee, midday mojito and midnight snacks because there is no one waiting for me at home
Goodbye to all the valentines, teddy bears and gummy flowers, because there will never be someone as thoughtful as you
Goodbye to our silly nicknames, half anniversaries and crazy road trips, because my memory has been severely affected now
Goodbye to all the hugs, kisses, tickling and corny jokes, because it hurts too much to remember
Goodbye to our future plans, and dreams, because everything stopped on August the 19th
Goodbye to all the love, lust and passion, because I will never feel again
Goodbye to the years of laughter, tears, and mayhem because that’s all in the past now

Goodbye to us…
Melissa S
Dream of me
I am real...
I am where smiles are made
and tears fade away
Where hope springs forth
Away from the darkness
of the earth

I am the glow of the moon
and all the stars in the sky
those who seek the light
shall have me as their guide

I am the red bird or butterfly you see
Just keep your eyes open... to find me
I am where tomorrow is coming
and hope always holds on
My darling
I am never truly gone....❤
I have been dreaming of my mother lately and do not want to wake up because it feels so real and I miss her so. I wrote this from her perspective writing to me
Julia Ruth
Those nights
Where you just lie there
And stare into space
And that feeling of your heart being ripped and tossed
Is on loop
With the same song playing over
And over
And over
your eyes shut and the numbness ceases with your dreams
But you wake up
With your sheets stained of tear dried mascara
And that raw feeling
And your lips pale
Because the pain doesn’t stop when he’s gone
#alone #dark#numb #sad #anxiety
Nat Lipstadt
The Instigation:
Edmund  Black “weary weighted,” I agree with Kim; This is poetry at its best :)“l


both of you shush;

there is no “better” in poetry

mine yours theirs, alive or not

just gasps tears and blood
whimsical smiles and isles
cuts and burns of pained revelations,
hidden in fog,
that words try to delete away,
through the shrouded mists of
human tissues,
unconstrained by the
bounded shape
of the human cell,
our first, our own
self-imposed jail

tissue, too,
baby soft, or,
purple beating majestic bruised blotches
by those weaklings whose
kindness never
fully developed;  
or old man mine whose
skin cells erodes, so poems and light
weary weighted, lightly flake off
for your “betterment”
mostly tho for worse

good humans all await,
in patientce lightly hidden,
residents of dark sunspots
in the glaring existence exposer
of the unlit lighthouse whose time will come

they get it

how we get there unimportant

get there


get there
that is the poetic
mission critical

no path best or style preferred-
no compare just, but,
any path that
lifts and elevates,
to the commonplace

the common place

where all costarred, universal,
where common is the temple mount
of highest praise, holy smoke rising,

a place that
that discloses and closes,
is scribed/described honestly as
a connective,
which is the simplest

call my poems,
blessedly common
that an honorable,
so gladly accepted*

so much more meaning-full
than merely best or better

for that,
I’d gladly weep,
for no praise
ever been

8/2/18 406pm
on the jitney to my isle
the instigation: Edmund black › “weary weighted, I agree with Kim .... This is poetry at its best :)“
Shofi Ahmed
The world is small
even the heaven isn't big.
But an uncreated Word is,
an expression of love and promise!
The tale of the beginning
the tale of the end without the ending.
Soon God said it 'Qun' be
Bang it couldn't be bigger indeed.
Everything small and big the complete
creations panache came to be so big!
Body is small the soul came in the front.
Every soul banged explored at once.
All heard the same Word it was only one
that sets the tone for the first to the last.
So sweet it took everyone’s heart!

The death wouldn’t touch the soul
that already died but couldn’t die.
Revived there and then instantly,
hearing the 'Qun' the uncreated melody!
Crooned up even through the dead end
surged up to the other side of the black hole.
Like a waxing Moon passed crossing
over the asleep body yet in the making!

Adam was yet to be in the body.
It wasn’t in the physical element
that by no means could hear it!
Unlike the abyss soul there
the sea can take a dip.
The cloud spills and rains
but only to revert back to the sea
showering the shallow body.

Unable to resist it, the first big bang
didn’t take place in a physical body!
Not in the star, milky way or in the galaxy
nor an orb is as scientific as the human body!

He said ‘Qun’ again and the first big bang
on the matter takes place in Fathima’s joint
interlacing her live soul and pre-design body!
It cut through the irrational black hole in between
the soul and body now gel in golden ratio melody!
So that the grand material manifestation in bloom
shall continue to resonate perpetuating the body!

Far from a pair but love is above reason thus yet to be
nature gets destined for a mirror in its entirety!
It will bang big hearing the echoes of the mighty ‘Qun’
It will be and shall perish only to be an eternal body!
I've found my road
found my stride
Now it's time I let
the fates decide

I don't know where
I'll go from here
But please don't worry
For I do not fear

So fate will take me
down this road
Or across the street
Lest I explode

I am stronger
then before
But this road is long
and a new street's so pure

So across I'll go
maybe down one day
This war isn't over
I've just entered the fray

You'd never know
how long I can drown
But how would you
when you've never seen me frown
A caw-
ing of birds
with blunt
-ed beaks
and clip-
ped wings
that can’t fly
or sing
worth a lick
-ety split
ing and peck
-ing a-way
at the best
ing inside
a chest
-full of
ing Blue
felt art
songs in-
of sing
-ing along
ing they
know better
-   the rest?
This in response to the deletion of a great and true HP Poet’s account tonight as a result of constant harassment by at last count 13 dumbass, iealous, couldn’t write a decent poem if the male har-ass-ers tripped over their stupid pricks and the idiotic wagging female tongues who all took part in this. You know who you are. This harassment was reported to HP and to Eliot directly without the courtesy of a reaponse, and without action to curb it. The creation of monitors was a total waste of time. Many of you know her as Vicki. I’m sick of this kind of shit done by supposed adults, and sickened most of all by HP’s allowing this to continue even after multiple messages. As far as I’m concerned, the Guidelines and the so-called monitors aren’t worth a fucking dime. Which is exactly 10 cents more than I’ll ever again contribute to HP.  Go ahead and lock me ip, put me in the corner for awhile, or expel me. I don’t care. Maybe  we will see if the monitors are paying attention at all, or just another silly myth. If you’re a monitor and reading this, I would like to hear your thoughts after you wake the fuck up.
Most Sincerely,
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