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Francie Lynch

You've heard this tale
A thousand times,
Take one more spin,
This version's mine.
And this telling tale
Is its first time.
My theme is fitting,
The message sublime,
For the Season of giving,
And gifting one's time.

For my first Christmas
I was three,
But the warmth on that night
Never cooled,
And indeed,
It was
A cold Christmas Eve.

We stuck branches of pine
In a bucket of sand,
That's the snapshot I've got
Of our Christrmas tree then.
Here's the memory that Eve
Of a lad of three,
Yet this story is true,
It's a family heirloom.

We weren't many then,
There was Mammy and Daddy
And six children, soon seven.
Daddy was an Operator
Of cranes and loaders
Dirt packers and graders.
He was working North,
Far North,
Manning a dozer,
Distant from family
Near the Quebec border.
That's where he was
Days before,
When his pant-leg caught fire,
When the diesel was spilled.

We were only three months
In our chosen homeland,
It was 1958,
And fresh from Ireland.

No way to get to him,
Nor him to get home,
No car,  no friends yet,
Little money, no phone.
Yet somebody knew
We were out on our own.

And the snow started falling,
It was Christmas Eve,
I stood at the window,
Saw the snow fill the trees.
I was still and staring,
At what I don't know,
But I remember quite vividly
All that I saw.

Like a scene from a movie
Starring Barry or Bing,
A fire-engine red no-top
Stopped and parked with high beams,
Highlighting the snow,
On that Christmas Eve.

A big man in a red suit
Slid off of the trunk,
Literally carrying a sack,
And calling, Ho! Ho!
The family joined me
At the window to see
The big man's helpers
Carry a big Christmas Tree.

When they entered the house
Kevin, Sean, Gerald and I,
Cowered and crouched
Behind the second-hand couch.
We must have resembled
Three monkeys plus me;
I hadn't a clue,
I was dumb-founded and three.

In through the front door
They clattered and sang,
Unloading their boxes
Of food, clothes and toys,
Balls, bats and dolls
For two girls and four boys;
And I'm sure there was something
For the coming bundle of joy.

I don't remember their departure,
Or where he went,
But they called Merry Christmas
And left all else unsaid.

Mammy understood
Some good persons had called,
Who'd heard of our plight
And couldn't be calmed
Til they knew for certain
We'd some peace in our storm.

So, that's my first Christmas,
Since then this my creed:
The gift of giving
Isn't under the Tree.


i have always found myself
in the middle
actually born
in the middle of the day,
very well-versed in
what it's like to be
simultaneously rich
and incredibly poor
living in other states
sleeping on the floor

i walk a generational fine line
this gemini primetime,
of insoluble crises
the holy oil floats to the top
we learn
that feigned warmth cannot dissolve
the calcified ego of a leader or their god
you proclaim the name of jesus
but still cry out for someone to lead us
from gray

it's taken time and distance for this to be easy to say.

this is for the ones
who have always found
themselves in the middle,

america, honey, will you meet us there?

Jedidiah Gamaliel

A long time ago,
I had bruises and fresh wounds;
they burned through the cold.

w y n n e

my father asked me how am i every single day and i always tell him that i'm okay but i really am not, her daughter is broken and lying to him everyday, sometimes she wants to run to her father like a child and just cry to his shoulder but she's incapable of telling how she really feel inside



she always had a smile never showing how much it hurt
hiding her pain away from the world
building walls so high she couldnt see over them
a broken girl with a heart of a child
all she ever wanted was to be fixed
but she always says sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
so why does she cry herself to sleep because of the lines etched on her skin and the demons repeating ever word that made her feel worthless

when i was in a mood again i typed because i didn't want to cry
Nathan A

Trying to show empathy
After stabbing someone in the back
Is like telling a man with no legs to walk up and down the road
Inexcusable and impossible for the other person too forget


Have you ever
Read Dr. Seuss
To a rap-song beat?
Have you ever
Browsed the Net
Just to want a treat?
Have you ever
Tapped the top
Of a doorway as you went past?
Have you ever
Played a game
And want it to last and last?
Have you ever
Sung the alphabet
In your head to find one letter?
Have you ever
Wrote something over
Because you thought you could do better?
Have you ever
Eaten chicken
On the day of Thanksgiving?
Have you ever
Said something dumb
To find yourself unforgiving?
Have you ever
Taken a bite
Instead of pulling string cheese apart?
Have you ever
Used big words
To make yourself sound smart?
Have you ever
Shaken your head
To get out of being dizzy?
Have you ever
Doodled in class
To make yourself seem busy?
Have you ever
Explained your steps
To a toy so you could fix it?
Have you ever
Read a site
Although it was elicit?
Have you ever
Attempted to write
With the wrong hand?
Have you ever
Went to the beach
And got your swimsuit full of sand?
Have you ever
Used a straw
To drink a glass of water?
Have you ever
Wished it would
Never get any hotter?
Have you ever
Tried to use
A spoon as a mirror?
Have you ever
Actually liked
Chocolate that was bitter?
Have you ever
Tried to boast
About how humble you are?
Have you ever
Looked at the sky
And wished you saw the stars?

All of these are things
That I have, indeed, done.
So I wrote them all out...
I sure had some fun.

Ancient Emperor

One moment words are so heavy I cannot carry them
Other times words are too light like a feather that is carried by the wind
Words are so heavy when they are complete
Words are light when they are incomplete
I feel so alive with you
That words are too light
I love you so much, that words are just too light
I wish I could do so much better than words
Because you are worth so much more than anything in this world

I feel so happy and complete are now, that words feel so useless. Words are just so small and light, I wish I could truly communicate this feeling

Thigh gaps,
Wide or narrow space,
Funny how,
The gap between your legs,
justifies whether you're
perfectly shaped or unfit

just by the distance
of your thighs.

I truly wonder how
the objectification
of women started
with a simple spread of
her beautifully shaped legs

from calling her a slut,
to calling her fat.
you seem to have
many names from
just staring at the
legs her mother gave.

if I really have to say,
who are you to
judge that anyway?

I wonder who gave people the rights to judge one another based on how they look, or how they act.
Sorin Lascu

I walk forward trough the snow,
It deafens everything but my steps.
The moonlight pierces darkness,
So hopeless, hopeless, hopeless...

It has now started snowing,
Snowflakes darker than the night,
They prance around, with no sound,
Engulfing me.

They have gently grasped my neck,
And with just the slightest grip,
Breath is now leaving my body,
It's leaving as if trying to sing.

They gathered around my feet,
But I know there is nowhere to go,
I accept that there is no kinder fate,
Than one in a tomb of black snow.


Boys are no longer boys
Girls are no longer girls
And that’s okay
There is no reason for the labels
We are just souls trapped in the body’s we were given
Just on a journey looking for our other half
Maybe a boy or a girl
At the end of the day it doesn’t matter
Love is Love


I'm crying but no one hears
I'm falling apart yet no one cares
I'm broken and no one can fix me
I am lost and can't be found
I am in a dark hole all by myself


Another night spent drowning, downing fuel for apathy,
Trying to forget all the great things we planned to be,
She was listing off my scars, stacking them up like cords of wood,
But it was the loneliness that burned me more than any fire could,
She said that she was homesick, I told her I was sick of home,
Sifting through these ashes of cigarettes and Styrofoam,
So this is where we stand, stranded here amongst the weeds,
Fighting for the place everyone seeks but no one needs,
I was choking on fresh air, collecting wrongs to put things right,
Drinking in despair under some desperate shade of light,
And maybe I took it on the nose, but baby I took it all to heart,
She said “tell me how it ends,” and I said “tell me where to start,”
I’ve been climbing up the walls, so tired of sleeping on the floor,
Still dependent on addictions that don’t need me anymore,
So come on let’s make a change, come on it’s time to move,
We’ve got a thousand dollars and a million prayers to prove,
And I know it’s never easy to see the battle through the war,
They’ll never build us statues, but we’re still worth fighting for,
In time, we may miss the safety of our backs against the wall,
But if we don’t run right now, we might never move at all.


I wish that each morning
with a wide stripe of sun
falling across my face
I would wake one arm around
your shoulders
your face against the pillow
peaceful and beautiful
and with a kiss
you wake too
and smile
to see

Terry Collett

We'd been up late
the night before.

Morning came upon us
too soon. You were up
before I was showering.

I could hear you singing
some Mozart aria.

I turned over
to go back to sleep,
but I could hear you singing
and couldn't get off.

My clothes were arranged
on the chair by the bed;
yours were strewn everywhere.

It had been
quite a night. We got back
from the Yugoslavian city
after seeing a piano recital
and a meal
and staggered home
after boozing
at some bar.

You stopped singing.
Silence hung in the air.

You came out of the shower
wrapped in a big white towel.

You smiled at me
as you smiled last night.

I watched you drying.
Now and then a glimpse
of your naked parts.

Best get up, you said,
breakfast is at 8am and after.

I got up.
My head ached.
I could still hear
last night's laughter.


Soldiers trying to escape the fire of my passion
unequipped,they are all gone.
King lost with a face of horror,
I have almost retreated.

It is foresworn
that the enemy will seat on the throne.
As he is about to abandon his crown by force,
he listens to the sweet melodic sound of might.
His soldiers may be walking towards Hades
but he decides to stand tall
and he starts  a new killing spree.

When I think my heart,my castle shall go on
my precious beam of hope  falls to the ground.
My marvellous king lies still next to my beaten dreams.

Oh foolish king,
had you allowed me to fight too,
a worn out castle would not not be now burning
in the hands of your rage.

galaxy of myths

Like a pendulum, it swings.
Then up and down on a graph.
Happiness blooming;
Light me up and stuff.

Then there's the pain
banging between my ribs.
I'm a balloon tied in chains;
Shoved down like sips.

And I'm tired. Honey, I'm tired.
Of feeling the greatest
then having it snatched
from my outstretched hands.

What about you?
Escalation, de-escalation.
Do you feel it too?
Close my eyes, my stomach churns.

I gasp at kindness.  
Then get angry at malice.
I don't deserve any of these.
Baby, baby. Why do I exist?


Caleb John

Many follow other gods
Gods of broken hearts
Shattered dreams
That guy
That girl
The list never ends
I'm here to tell you it's all just a trend
A temporary covering of the real pain that just causes more pain
It leaves a nasty stain
I'm here to tell you it can be washed away
By the God of Love
Jesus loves you more than you could ever imagine
He loves you beyond understanding
What happens when those gods break you
Many turn into people full of hate and rage
Others are depressed and anxious
I know the God who loves where there is hate
He is the light in the dark
He puts back together what the world tears apart
False gods break hearts with pain
The true God breaks them with love
He's holding his hand out to you
So don't slap it away
Take it and experience love beyond the universe
His love is faster than you could ever run
His love stretches farther than galaxies
His grace is deeper than the deepest oceans
Jesus saves
Follow Jesus
It's the best decision you will ever make

To the depressed, broken, angry, hurt and the lost

it clicked between us
it clicked
i dont know if it was
the gun
or just us
but at least, it clicked


P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t   t h e y   a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d

They never show
Their real emotion
While people watch
Their every motion

Everything they have
Is fake
If they'd notice
They would break

They're living in
A fake reality
They need to wake up
To actuality

We always talk
Behind their backs
If they knew
They would crack

They think we love them
They think they're pretty
But they really don't
Deserve our pity

P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t   t h e y   a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d

She Writes

I am trying to blend,
In a word filled with the opressed,
Distressed, and self-obsessed.
It leaves me a little depressed.

Authenticity is hard to come by.
Everyone is medicated.
Facades often created.
The fakery I have always hated.

I don’t belong.
All they see is skin.
Doesn’t matter what’s within.
Could care less where I’ve been.

Show me something below the surface.
Give me something more.
Let your feelings out til’ your throat is sore.
Be real, that’s all I ask for.

Nat Lipstadt

Kinda fainted Friday nite,
De doctor, he come, he say,
"Son you done
give us a genuine affright."

De doctor, he come, he say,
"Son, it's the end o' day,
Get your arse in bed straightaway"

"Here's what you be needing:
twelve tablets of hourly salting, no halting
eight hours bed rest, no dreaming,
four gallons o' tap water, drinking,
no stopping,  
"and for god's sakery,
cease and desist from
this writing,
poetry nonsense fakery."

Weakly, I protested,

"My poems are the waste products,
the excretions of salt water tears,
a thousand years in the making,
dreams foretelling and retelling events disturbing.

If not removed, disinterred by their inscribing,
these poisonous emotions,
shall surely cause once more
my fainting and falling demotion."

He frowned, de doctor, he was perturbed,
his medical thinking cap was for sure disturbed!

With sighs that made my heart to be a stirring ,
De doctor, he come, he say,
held forth as following, quiet murmuring:

"Here is my prescription:
if you musting,
but with strict limitations it be enforcing:

No more than four po-ems
De doctor permit to be writ

per hour."

writ 2014 and found lying  about,
face down

I spent too many nights waiting,
For you to finally be,
The person that I needed,
But you were never there for me.

I wasted countless hours,
Laying awake in the dark,
Favouring the words you spoke,
Holding onto every spark.

I wanted every moment,
To stay perfect in my mind,
And they did until the day,
You decided to leave me behind.

I picked up the pieces of my heart,
And with thread woven with blame,
I stitched it back together;
Since then it has not been the same.

Now it's covered in cracks and scars,
And I place the fault on you,
Occasionally it falls apart,
That's just what broken hearts do.


to my delight,
   for I was only six months away
      from letting her know
           my dreams and desires,
she asked me
    out of the blue
        to lunch with her
            sit-down, not buffet;
as she proffered
    the offer her eyes
           kind of sparkled
               and she tilted her head
to the left, touched
    her hair... now this
          was unexpected a tad urgent
               as I rewrote  
                 the novel-erased all my fears.
She touched my forearm gently
     and I saw
              sparkles and fireworks
                   and candlelit dinners
as all that
     would utter from
               my mouth agape
                     over and over again
was hells yes....hells yes


A brink of confidence to submerge alas,
After a timely break without the presence of class,
Till arrival was subject to fateful attention,
Efforts of approval not but a mention,
Before the motive sank upon mind,
Abay an absence left undefined,
Now beheld a speck to smolder,
Brushed away from a thoughtful shoulder.

Those times when you feel extremely motivated to do something.. And then you get to it and suddenly your efforts just float away!

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that I wake up every morning  wishing to see your face.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that everthing reminds of you.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that I check my phone every few minutes, wishing to see your name pop up.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that if you don't talk to me a single day,I'll go crazy.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that If you are sad,my heart refuse to feel any joy.

I'm not in love with you. .
It doesn't matter that I'm missing you like I'm missing a part of myself, while writing this poem.

Star BG











The cap button was on and when I looked up I felt guided to leave it that way. Happy reading. I experienced a floating bath yesterday. That is where you lie in a bath for an hour with no light and no sound only your heartbeat. It is called floating. You are in salt water so you float. It was amazing. This was first poem written after salt bath.

Why you did those things I would never know,
But I do know why I stayed.
I stayed because of hope,
Hope that you would do those things no longer.
But you did,
Over and over I was used,
Pushed around,
Stepped on,
You did absolutely nothing...
Yet I still forgive you.
I forgive you for when you got mad and spread rumors.
For when you pushed me down.
For when you refused to listen.
Because I am going to be the better person.
I am going to ignore the whispers,
Stand back up,
And talk even if you won't listen.
For I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to put others down.
I don't want to have people fear me.
I don't want to be the person who holds grudges.
Who doesn't appreciate life.
I want to be the light that takes someone from going into the darkness.
The person who makes even the saddest person happy.
The person that helps whoever needs it.
So again I say;
I Forgive You.

Mike Mortensen

I saw the flames in her eyes
two small embers that raged
I felt unsure as to the
materials used for her kindling
the line is thin between
passion and loathing
and I did not know
whether I should embrace the heat
or run for water

I have absolutely loved being apart of Hellopoetry for the last few months. I love the instant feedback and the great sense of community. However, I am taking a long break from technology. Thanks for the support. Hope to see you all in a while. Hope you enjoyed the few last thoughts I have posted.

(c) Mike Mortensen
Devon Demon

Sinking further in to the bleak and uncertaness of the dark.

Falling further into a lake of open wounds and crystal tears.

A place where weapons are made of lies and broken promises.

That is the stuff of nightmares, that is the stuff made from those three little words, ” I love you.”

what a sick and shattered reality this place is, the only reason one would want to be here, is if one wanted to die.

sinking further into this demented reality, knowing there is no coming back once I am gone.


Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.


Tearing me apart
Only to ask why I can't
Put myself back together


I see you, there. . . .  you in the box, with the big heart.
I see you there.  I see that you feel like you got too much on you.
I see that you feel I expect too much.
I see that you believe I am spoiled or some such.
I see you there, hiding, so not hidden, in my heart.

You see me here. . . . me in the box, with the  heart
At least it's still there, I got lucky.
You might find me here, now and then,
I know when to say "when"

Baby: Cross yourself three times
Kiss your own hand
Grab your bones and shake.
There ain't no bad news, get over it.

I can love you.

I won't send you no bills for that love.

I don't feel that you owe me a single thing.

If it never occurred to me then
It sure don't make no sense in the now
Even on the xtreme moons of Saturn
They know how to forgive

But if you meant to imply that I didn't tell King
Everything, with painfully bloody
News on the Hour
You Miss Judged Me Again

I am paying for that news right this minute
Honesty gets nothing but sad hate retreads
Poor return on lover's rock forever thoughts
Bad investments go South in hard times

Looks like the more I talk to you
The stranger things become
But I do not lie, not to him, or you
Maybe to myself but that's

My Business.
My Badness.
My Badluck.
My Lake of dissent.
Why do you insist on thinking of me as so less than


Do you really feel that superior?
Or did the YOU YOU teach YOU that?

I humbly suggest that you get over yourself
Although I love you into your Marrow
I Want to Kill You Twice as Much
As I ever Wanted to Kill the last one

And god knows where I planted that one.

I do as I please, Freddie,
I got daughter appitude
I'm fast and lean and meaner
Than you could ever imagine

A Love Like This To Turn Into Be

A daughter's devotion

A remember when

We are on this ship together
Once again

Gonna be a damned short ride

If you can't admit
That they doomed this ship
when they named it



That's right

They called it our country
But it's named for You & Me


Only for you and for me
the magick number is

I can't spell it out any more clearly


When my friends think about drinking they see parties, and wild nights, and crazy hangovers

And when I tell them I never plan on letting a sip of alcohol touch my lips, they're scandalized

Because they don't understand

How could they ever?

When I think of drinking, I think of my mom passed out underneath our Christmas tree

Or my dad swerving down side streets with the smell of whiskey wafting off of him like smoke from a campfire

I see my childhood that came crashing down in front of my eyes

I see something that they will never understand


I had my abortion exactly a year ago today
I don't have anyone to talk to.
I feel lost
I feel like I shouldn't be mourning
It feels like such a small part of my life
Yet it controls everything
No one knows
No one knows
I am in pain
And no one understands

She Writes

Yes I am clingy,
But you will never find someone
There for you like I will be.

Yes I am needy,
But when you need reassurance
I’ll be full of soothing words.

Yes I am jealous,
But you will never find someone
More loyal than me.

Yes I am possessive,
But you will never find someone
That values you like I do.

Yes I have flaws, I am human. Please don’t fault me for loving the way I do.


NOTE to the judges:

Before you judge me,

for being too thick, too thin

too manly or too feminine

too shy, too wild

too dark or too white

too simple, too fake

By no means, your piece of cake.

too short or too tall

Never enough,  giving it all.

My net worth, before you guess,

I thought I'd just let you know this.

" I wasn't born to please your eyes,

I was born to be magic in disguise."

~ Kakareikan


I wanted to write a lovely poem..
I ended up writing your name


Hitler brought
the conscious of good
in Us

Socrates brought
the conscious of questioning
by Wife

Alexander brought
the conscious of attaining
the Zero

Cleopatra brought
the conscious of beauty
to start Miss World

Sports brought
the conscious of winning
by Match Fixing

War brought
the conscious of stealing
by Invading

Love brought
the conscious of spending
by borrowing

Job brought
the conscious of slave
long Forgotten

Marriage brought
the conscious of control
inserting Ring..


I venture outward
Past those devoured
Through endless hours
This adventure tower
Holds uncensored power
In higher spires
And liars' desires
Ending when I perspire
In a fire retire

I must live
When lust gives
A chance at love
I glance above
A dusty cloud
Through a crusty crowd
To see love must be found
In transcendence
And dependence
So I must trust
And ignore rust
To import thrusts
Of night's passion
Despite fashion

Time vortex
More or less
As time runs out
I must decide what it's about
Others help with that decision
They help by making incisions
And letting time bleed
My emotions they read
For their corporal greed
I tried to plant a seed
But their environment is frigid
Despite my attempts to bridge it
I become detached
From my potential catch
By days and years
And waves of tears
That stave off peers
Until I'm an old man
Feet buried in cold sand
I'll say that I tried
Once I'm used to the lies

The Other

I once consider this my greatest asset, a gift if I may. This infamous propellant called hardships once created the great man I am today. It gifted me with great integrity. But like the law of gravity, we all must come down.
   I do admit that I did dance with the devil. I sought his prescription for success. I overdosed on his drugs; I became high on their applause, their cheers, their praises… I was a god to them, they couldn’t fathom how I was able to overcome my darken past.
I was on top… I saw the stars, the planets, the universe countless scientists desire to explore; I saw everything. And that became my downfall
I saw my past… I relived it. It becomes so surreal… it lured me, I lured myself because I saw my younger self-cry and beg for mercy.
I became scared. So I ran as fast I could. I stopped and turned around… I saw him once again, the beast himself.

This once great gift I would cherish dearly in my heart is deteriorating my mind, my heart, my morals, my gift, my smile.
I took his drug now I am paying the price:
I can shed tears no longer. I can’t feel love. I can’t speak for myself… In this lonesome room is only me, myself, and I.

Now I am slowly waiting for my hero to rescue me from this dark abyss many can’t escape from.

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