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i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
Egø P r O f E T a
Hard Topics more or less Essential?
To speak your mind raise your voice
Your choice

Life fundamentals which are potentially not fun to mention or list them in a Corrupt System
That is Systematically

Absurd to merge these choice words
with opposing verbs
To please the Masses

Seeing how The Watchers watch
and observe from an Orbital distance

For they have their Watchmen and henchmen but not to be confused with
Jehovah's true witness

For the rings of Saturn have
dangerous curves

These here I recognize as anti-Christ like
or anti-Christian affiliated or anything
remotely anti-Christ or Christian

Like a one world religion
I'm talking NWO false prophetic enlisted
Tricksters mixed in with vicious
Political figures

No figment of my imagination
hearsay or a conspiracy with a twist

I'm just down for exposing
Who's Who
Call me a Conspiracist
with a list

No.. better yet
I'm more like a Realist
with a real list

And no I'm not Heaven sent
or Hell bent on the descension of
your opinions

Because I have my own Ascension
to ascend to

With other worldly entities from other
Dimensions against me
Who hate me for being Christ affiliated

With a whole unholy Nation sanctioned
to alienate me with more hatred?
Big Mistake

For I'll just debate it as being Underestimated
And hold true to the Essentials
of Life fundamentals
Another one of my older writes 5 years ago
"Plausible deniability" is an euphemistic phrase often used, it seems, by the CIA, among many other spying agences around the world, that really means "lying."

Is "lying" what our flag stands for? Is "lying" what we really want our flag to stand for?

When push comes to shove (too often, literally, as in "off the cliff"), that's exactly what it stands for.

What a morally grotesque, spiritually denuded flag we therefore salute unwittingly.

David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
The Ummah is sweltering with the heat of sins and immodesty.
When will it transfer into an oasis of humanity?
When will there be a loving bond like one between the Ansaar and Muhajireen?
When shall shamelessness be shunned away?
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
C Conner
There are moments
When the wonder of God's creation
Catches the eye and you can only stop
And experience joy.
To my Wife.
the answer
isn't to escape
my own head
learn to love
and know it
as your own
im starting to try to find the fragments of healing that everyone keeps talking about. i fear i will always feel as deeply as i do, but maybe i can feel the joy, peace, and love, just as deeply
He love you because you listen, i love you because you learn...he loves you because your beautiful i love you because you're bold...he love you because you kept his secrets, i love you because you told. He loves the pain you accept, i give love till you unfold, he tears your heart apart, i collect the pieces and make them whole. He imprisons you with lies and promises, i remove loves' blindfold. I'd die before he BANG....there goes another Hero, added to loves' death toll.
Just having  fun with my thoughts.
If only you had been
Addicted to me
The same way that
I was addicted to you.

I would stop my day
For you
But you would maybe
For me.

I have questioned
‘Was I not enough?’
Countless times
And I know that I was.

Then at the same time
I know that I was not
I was not a Sativa or an Indica
So what was I to you?
Salmabanu Hatim
Donations made in trillions,
By Muslims all over the world.
A form of almsgiving in Islam,
Which is treated as an obligation or form of tax,
Whereby a Muslim must pay 2.5% Zakat on all his savings and wealth,
Be it cash, gold or properties.
Zakat is distributed to the poor
and needy in form of food, clothes, medicine and even education.
The concept of zakat is that a part of your wealth should be shared with the world in the name of humanity.
Zakat is one of the five pillars of Islam,
Its importance next to prayers.

Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.

Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
a land textured with years
and sage-scented experience
crackles under boot-clad foot

and within flowing crystalline skies
a cloud's dream of permanence
withers like the desert sand below
The dry bones of countless trees are a constant reminder of the impermanence of life as I tread lightly across the eastern ***** of Rattlesnake Mountain. The game trail I follow is mostly imagined, but I take heart in the occasional week-old boot track of another soul that was also driven up this rugged *****.  Were they compelled by the deep-seated need to see what's over the next hill, around the next bend, beyond the next horizon, like I am? The ghosts left behind in the form of empty footprints are no more or less real than those inhabiting the skeletons of long-dead junipers, and they all haunt my climb to the next ridge.
there’s no one
i’m an awful person
and the idea of slitting myself comes
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
Frances Raeburn
There are but
two words
that matter in my
and  in my heart
my  crazy family
maybe that makes it
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
A slender figure
Wrapped in a flowing fortress of red
Twirling around
In the world of peace
It’s all forgotten
Till the figure stands still
The music stops
And the red hangs down
Like a weeping tree
Alas life must go on.
Sarah L
the sky pulls its downy clouds
eastbound, up to her horizon,
for the spring is cold and
she is resting.

the sky, as cool as ice,
filters through the feathers,
hints of her just beyond
her night-darkened blanket.
the sky reminded me of putting a downy comforter up to the light.
Drown me in ink.
I don't want to see anything.
I want to be choked out
On the one thing that gives life meaning.

Slit my wrists with paper.
I don't want to live anymore.
I want to bleed crimson onto the page
And give meaning to the words I write.
My eyes watch
as the sky
is painted with colors of
soft blues & white fluffs
vivid pinks & dazzling oranges.

Soon to be
pitch blacks & deep violets
with tiny bright lights
speckled on with flicks of His brush.

Soon to be tomorrow,
strokes of
happy yellows & stunning golds.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Kassan J Kassim
I'm up, but don't feel awake,
world has me broke,
but I won't let it break.

At times I don't live my worth,
but I'll never forget my place
Stick to my guns,
and aim my ideas straight.

I'm guided by faith,
hopes of it working out in the end
For this life to be alive,
have to stop pretending to be dead.

A simple quest. Journey of life till the very end.
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
For the better parts.
For the “soon”.
For my life to begin.
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
We linger in eternity
brave enough
blooming luminescence
snowfield white blurs our edges

iris of eye reflects unknowing
the withering, blooming
ecstatic beauty perpetually unheld
circuit of myself enslaved to it

delicate pulse an aliveness
even these stones
sand that filtered white as bone

I drew an arabesque in you
in the chambers of your mind
hidden in tapestry
unsigned as I am nothing
only mirage, caught in light
in flight.
Eshwara Prasad
If you had used plain, descriptive words in our conversations instead of your cryptic phrases that made no sense in the context, I would have happily lived with you for the rest of my life.
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
Limbs tangled
Gentle warmth
Distant TV noises
Golden light through window
Silences, never awkward
Perfect conversations
Shared jokes and laughter
This is the desired comfortable
smart, popular boys in third grade,
with their stupid khakis
and dumb sweatshirts.
i didnt want their popularity,
i wanted to be a boy.
a smart boy with stupid khakis
and a dumb sweatshirt

the kind, pretty girls in fourth grade
their pretty hair
and painted nails
i didnt want to be a pretty girl like them
i admired them
but i was too young,
and it was too wrong

it was wrong to want to be a boy,
to want to love a girl,
want to be a smart boy
with pretty hair
and painted nails

i should've been the perfect daughter,
but im a smart boy
with pretty hair
and painted nails.
havent posted in ages but i wrote this a couple months ago <3
why do i sit here
decoding and overthinking
trying so hard
to figure out
if he really likes me

why do i care
if he thinks about me
if he wants me

there's just something special about him
i try so hard
to see things the way i want them to be
not the way they are
The price we pay to be free
is all that we have to give
no matter in what cause it is shed
blood in the gutters is always red
buying liberty
is expensive
taking it costs more
The most compassionate art was
once created by a selfish artist ...
I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.
Starry babes
Miss Rosy Dee
Why won't you ever love me?

Miss Rosy Dee
Why did you have to rip my heart out?

Miss Rosy Dee
Please love me
TW!!!! - panic attack description

And shifting eyes
Scared of who- or what- might be around the corner
Not even daring to look out the window
Afraid you’re being watched
A crawling sensation on your skin
A dark feeling
Feeling a weight on your chest, like you can’t breathe
You’re scared
You want to run
You want to hide
You don't feel safe anywhere
They’re going to get you
They’re hunting you down
They know where you are.
You can’t hide
You can’t run
You’re going to die.
i remember
your favorite
do you
my name?
Yazad Tafti
i love you
i love you
when are you going to let me love you
I know, ultimately, it's true what they said,
That when it all comes down, we make our own beds,
Now we're adults, let's mess up the covers by jumping like kids,
I know we've a long way to go, but there's a life to be lived!
© 04/12/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
the days are going by, faster than we all expected;
A little seed
For a huge tree.
A drop of love
For eternal bliss
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