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 2196° 
Regan Wylde
I’m so tired, exhausted I’m fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
 587° 
-df
i don’t care to find love.
not in this world.
not where promises are b o r n to die.
guess who's back? jk, i don't know what's going on upstairs (my brain). this site seems different? my buddies are also not active anymore so... hope you're staying safe, staying home, staying hydrated. I've started writing again, I know I can't believe it either. if you want to check it out go on over to instagram.com/augustdawsey and tell me you came from hellopoetry!
 230° 
Chandra 713
I wrote a set of rules
which i named bull's rules.
The ones who followed were fools
For e.g The man had to jump
into a waterless pool.
I didnt follow the rules as
i was not a fool
But i made it more hard
by adding some more tools
For e.g the man had to
wear a blanket full of rotten wool.
A funny poem
 224° 
Jack R Fehlmann
1.  You are the one that I love wholeheartedly.
2.  I struggle knowing that you are lonely.
3.  I know that when I look at you, I forget to breathe.
4.  If only I could mirror such beauty.

Too late.
 200° 
seldom
loving someone
is only giving them a door
giving them a door
a lock
a key
and a wrecking ball
they can choose to
destroy you
save you
protect you
they can do whatever they please
and in the end they leave
whether by
betrayal
forsaking
or death
they leave
and take a piece with them.
 194° 
Dennis
***
Scarlet sun
Come unto me
As a dream
Imminent malign
Come spill
Your precious
Wine
Send chills and fever
Serpent deceiver
Come unto me
As a pestilent
Physicality
Master of reality
Incubus
Lord of lies
Purify baptize!
Ordeal by fire!
Ordeal by cross!
 190° 
Angel
Why
You were my tobacco paper
Laced with venom
Spreading to my inner deep roots
True love is absent or seen seldom
I am love and I exist you seen it
With your windows
I treated you like my kinfolks
:( </3
 179° 
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
 144° 
Maria Etre
Your
distance*
turned
from
heartwarming
to
heartwarning
stay close but far
 135° 
Samantha
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
 120° 
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
 108° 
Rupert Pippingford
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 96° 
Tess
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 94° 
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 93° 
Hannah
You lay awake
Head on the pillow
Feeling anything but mellow
Where do you go
When you’re all alone

Thoughts pouring down
Patter harshly on your brain
Asking why you have to be
The person that they see
 89° 
ashley
the hurt is within my soul
it is the only companion I own
wondering how many years left until I reborn
I taste loneliness enough, want to taste a little joy
 89° 
Natasha Tai
swish of sheets
and flurries of light,
cotton through fingers
a touch to wet ice.
pillows of white,
slow nights of sleet
call to mine conscience
fond memories to keep.
a tribute to my father, who sprinted out of the house worried when eleven-year old me laid motionless in the snow.
 88° 
JP
I have no time to write poems.
Because all my time is spent
actually loving you instead.
Us time.
 83° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
 75° 
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)
 73° 
Nini
Play her
They said
It’ll be fun
They said

Now they are dead
And you’ll live with the pain
 69° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 65° 
Melody
Writing poems
With the ink of my tears
 63° 
JH
maybe tonight, i
will finally learn
to just close my eyes
and let myself
forget, just for one
solitary night, about
the world falling into
tiny, discrete pieces,
about planes crashing into
an infinite array of
crimson sparks, neat
and organized in its
grand display of
all the uncertainty
that we must face,
maybe, tonight.
 56° 
nivek
why the mind dreams is a mystery
but all life falls under that heading
 56° 
Jeongbeen Lee
A dream is not a noun which stays in our mind.
It is a verb to think and move our hands.
 56° 
Re-Crafted
A moment
If I could ask for one thing
It would be a moment
To go back to a brief moment
A time where it was simple
Not a thought
Only a feeling
Not a consequence
Only the present

I wish I could go back
And stay there.
 53° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
Because my pillow dosnt block the sound
Because they think im asleep
It dosnt matter if im sad
If they dont know
 52° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 50° 
Phil
Where once
There was laughter
Silence is deafening
 50° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 49° 
Shane
As I walk in the night time
With shadows and fireflies,
I can't help but think of you
Under that moonlit bridge
Where I said we'll meet.
That place where you'd
Read the choruses
And new lines that stretch
Across our faces.

Do you think twice about me?
Is it more?

It's driving me crazy
These isolated thoughts
And empty veins...
Yet you’re in my blood
It boils over and I miss you,
Like hell burning across
The seams of your skin
And on to my lips
I feel your heat wrapped
Legs taking my self loathing
Showing me a new day.

You are still my mornings
And I miss you like hell.
I can't see someone...  And it's making write...
 49° 
love
The wind ruffles,
The city sleeps.
This judgement isn't yours,
But is made to keep.
What does one wish?
Upon the eternal moon.
To wash away its sorrows,
With the rain of monsoon.
 46° 
Keara Marie
It's
Exhausting
Always
Missing
You.
 46° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
I've lost innocence.

I've lost faith.

I've lost my soul to this dreary place.

It's so cold, it's so very dark.

My lonely heart has lost it's spark.

I beg for a little mercy.

I cry for some kind of grace.

There's nothing, not even a trace.

The hellish demons in my mind elope with the ever lasting darkness I've came to find.

The clock has chimed...

I'm out of time.
This is a poem I wrote about the hopelessness I felt while suicidal.
 44° 
Ruheen
Castles are only walls
made to look pretty.
Kingdoms can only fall
because they aren't that pretty.
You treasure decorations
over things that
do their job.
Because
they are disposable
and beauty
is not.
...
 43° 
BadBookthief
🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

In a world

that falls

for looks,

darling,

go for the soul.

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

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 43° 
parker
it's like feeling eyes on me at all times
like angels tracing my moves
four heads turning my way
i can't move
they'll catch on
i'm held beneath my own breath
not a sound
no release
i can't get up
just to pass on the baton
just to trace the angelic figure
but i don't move there
i can't move there
i can't be seen
heard
eyes all around
limbs straight
watching me lord
there is no lord
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