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 2310° 
Alber

Sitting on my balcony
As the dark envelops the lake
Drinking a glass of wine
I forgive everyone their sins.

 680° 
betterdays

i wait standing at the old metal gate
my soul is tired, it has been a long Monday
then i see you run toward me
that action alone makes
my heart bloosom like
a sunflower,
all bright seeds, turning
toward you,  the sunshine
of my world

My pick up at school today,
he still runs to me
excited to share his day
no matter what mine has been
that action makes my heary burst
for I well know, those days are numbered
 676° 
LS Martin

He almost liked her
She almost waited
With all that they were  
They almost made it
And bright would have been the burning of there star had it not faded

 375° 
YumnaKay

One more time,
life crawls
as I remain edgy.

One more time,
your total silence
bounds me.

One more time,
I am drowning in
a web of miseries.


So, will you be back
~
one more time


One more time,
nights stroll
while I dream on.

One more time,
I lapse into
a never ending solitude.

One more time,
a kaleidoscope of promises
surround me.

So, will you hold me
~
one more time ...

Experimental.
Sounds depressing but that's kinda the mood I am in lately...
 274° 
Amy Perry

I was raised by a mentally ill father.
Because there is comfort in numbers,
I, too, was afflicted by a similar disorder.
It’s difficult to separate the person from the sickness,
Sometimes impossible.
Sometimes we become the shadowy monster,
Embrace it with wilted roses,
Knowing too well that of everything else,
The disorder will still be there,
Waiting.
My shadow has been dormant.
My father’s is still active,
Seeking.
Sometimes when we meet it’s like a perfect storm,
A tornado of comfort.
Someone understands the climate.
I take my father’s hand encouragingly,
He turns to run, squirrely,
The shadow greets me with open arms.
I love the shadow as much as I love the man.
After all, there is comfort in numbers.

abp
 250° 
Catherine Vionette

and no matter how much i tell myself that i will never be anything to you but a hole to fuck, as i twist my head back to look at you, your eyes closed with bliss, the space between your eyes wrinkled, and your lips stuttering with harsh grunts with every thrust of your body in me,
a whine escapes my mouth,
and almost carelessly, as if it cost you nothing at all,
you reach down down down;
mercy comes in the form of your tongue on my lips, and like a parched traveler, i drink from your mouth
as if it were an oasis in this damned wasteland

 240° 
Ormond

( Sonnet )

Sound softly hung, she spoke, gave birth to place;
And there, found him closed in, frozen, shivering.
Her dawn light hands gently warmed his face;
His winter room sweetly broke into the spring.

After darkness died he felt strange bonds again;
Birds chimed, flew by, and the walls fell away.
Locked in her arms the turning world grew open;
His eyes nestled in the light her joy had made

And with her temperance swelled his weary eyes;
This was the day of her birth, Venus by the seas
And lonely air was steeping, the ground set aside
His tabled world was now a feral garden green.

Dearest countenance, with only grace she lies,
With merest touch, turned all ceilings into sky.
.

 228° 
Hector

~

And I go on looking

for the one to touch places never touched before,

a hundred years of loneliness for one day in her arms

(a day in the realm of time another hundred years)

And you go on looking

for the one that holds the other missing part

and will chart all his dreams on a map of your heart

(only part of your dreams as you carry his half)

And we go on looking

never finding roads leading straight to each other

as we share the same sky and walk the same earth

(only twice, once for you and once for me)

our dreams run aground, our rivers run dry

our search for each other, no hello, no goodbye

parallel akin paths never meet one another-

-
H.O
-

“I felt you before I knew of your existence, maybe it was a hint from the universe to continue on the yellow brick road, so when I would find you along my travels I would simply just know.”
― Nikki Rowe
 218° 
Aspa Styl

It's late, around 1 am
There aren't any whispers
Hushed night
But you can see a small light coming out of my room

Seeing myself wrtiting this poem
It's all transparent now
Εnunciating each feeling on the paper
It's all so vulnerable and sensitive

Deafining thoughts inside my head
Trying to escape
But all the gates are closed
Nobody in, noone out

 203° 
Marye Minstrel

I wandering walked
In a dream of a well
Soul shivered and shocked
For my hope shattered shell
All bravery balked
At the toll of a bell

Falling from clouds
To drown in dark lake
Crying aloud
I startled awake
Heart and head bowed
I felt my fists shake

Waking’s a struggle to drive
Away dreams of dark omen
Unwary, I close my eyes
They rise before me again

Why is the reward of my past
The return of darkness in my dreams?
When I thought I could rest at last
A new curse is cast upon me
I despair of the chance to ask
Why can I never be free?

 147° 
Aspen Trimble

I am not the best at keeping in touch
I don't call or text my parents often
or my friends.
But for almost two years
I seemed to have lost touch with myself
Anger and Sadness and
void.
I was so void of me
for almost two whole years.
How does a person live without themselves for two years?
Some do it all their lives
I don't want to be like that.
I want to take the steps to feel like me
Just putting in the effort to care is the first one.
So hello myself,
it's been a while.

Been in a real bad one for a while, things are looking up a bit? I'm going with it. Also, So sorry for how short and rough it is, I felt it, and I wrote it.
 134° 
SøułSurvivør

Thirteen roses in a row
Red rain falls,
Don't you know
Down the window
Pain it goes
In the gutters
Through the nose
Where's the thunder
When it flows...?

(Chorus)
Wrapped around
The gauze that's stained
What difference snow?
The same as pain
When it melts
It's just rain.


Withered flowers.
Falling leaves.
It's a howling in the eaves
It's the cult the
Maimed believe
No one cares.
No one grieves.
Cover up.
Long jeans & sleeves.

Razors are a water slide
On track like
A carny ride
Over arms & over thighs
Release all
The pain inside

(Chorus)

It's an ocean
Where we sail
A coin that can be
Heads or tails
A lover's letter,
Or junk mail
A piece of garbage.
Holy grail.

(Chorus)


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/23/2017

This song I REALLY want to release. Cutting is a terrible epidemic in our young people. It has almost replaced street drugs as the scourge of youth...
 106° 
Cecelia Francis

A pot bubbles
up and under
the shaky lid
clamped shut.

As a child,
my mother would
chide me for

lifting the lid
of rice and
stirring too early.

I was letting
out all the
steam.

But the bubbles
sticky white and
bursting over begged

to be released.

For a time,
my body was
not my own.

I boiled,
simmered,
then cooled.

Lifted the lid,
scraped the sides,
and stirred.

 103° 
madyson shaye

Jezebel.

There's very few sentences that can sum me up
as well as if I was to tell you
that sometimes-
when the day takes too long or the night ends too quick
when the pain of the last few makes me feel like I'll never love again
or when Iron & Wine starts playing again when it's much too late for that,
then by saying sometimes
I still cry about a girl I never even got to touch.
I lost the chance years ago, but I'm still here writing about her.
for me, that means:
I am resilient. I will love you until the end of time, even if I don't know you.
I don't know when enough is enough. giving up is something I never learned how to do, and my expiration date was marked the second she took her call. knew that then, still do now.

I see clearer now than I ever have before, but I look around and I wonder what it's like to be found.

I almost got to touch her, once or twice, but I just laid in her sheets and wondered if I did it now, if it'd hurt worse later.
if I do this now, if I put it into words, will it still hurt me in the morning?
I'll never find an easier way to let you in on what the inside of my body looks like than by telling you that I still cry for a girl I never even touched.
I'm not sure you know what I mean by that.

 101° 
at

pacing breaths,
squeezing hands,
clenching teeth.

my lips move,
my throat knots,
tears pour instead of words.

hold my hand across the screen
kiss my shaky breaths and whisper
“you are Brave."

 92° 
misty

the cold would send little snow drops
trickling down my spine
dancing and singing praise to the moonlight
gestures of repentance despite knowing my damnation I continue to sit there, looking for my salvation
But with the icy cold drops, that warm me
and a look back into my bitter stained history
i have released and accepted what has always
been known to me
that salvation and emancipation has only been a dream

 89° 
See Holmes

Six-month-old-Dylan
bounces in my arms,
there's a softness
only babies
and canine bellies
can accomplish-

and I wonder of its tenderness.

He's squirming,
kicking feet
arms aching for flight
and I dream of the neurons
bouncing around
in his sweet little head.

He hasn't words!
All sensory-
wafts of light and dark
colors, sure, but each nameless
with little permanence
or constancy.

I see tears build up,
and a flash of panic across
tiny, changing eyes

But Mommy always comes back!
Closed doors cause uncertainty
but mom appears again
and Dylan reaches,
tiny fists pulsing
for mommy's finger,
necklace, messy bun.

But Mommy's arms are tired
and aching for Dad's hands
and a moment of their own-

so Dylan and I dance.

A slow dance,
I take the lead
and hold his outstretched hand.

I whisper, my words finding tiny eardrums-
Baby, darling! Stay away from
words as long as you can.
Can you promise me that?
Stay soft, stay awed, stay curious-
and take it slow.


I sigh, laughing at such a thought-
impossible!
and so I whisper only the prettiest words.

Love, love, love-
think of cold fountain splashes,
sunsets over California cliffs,
sweet, melted brown sugar,
pink chiffon dress, a-twirling,
blue bird blue bird-
learn only this


Our dance ends,
the candles are blown out,
Mommy ready to tuck
Dylan into Grandma's
spare crib

And so I walk away,
holding onto words
I hope he'll never need.

Meet: Infidelity.

This skin is not my home

I can't trust
Such wicked thoughts
My faith
Was never known

Who I am
Will die at hand
I choose to remain
Unknown

All I want
I refuse to touch
But I need
And crave to hold

But I'm always weak
I need the bleak
My soul
Hurts less when cold

The pain it brings
It kills in waves
My everything
Now deceased

My veins they burn
My soul is torn
My knees
Are growing weak

I try to stand
And fight the plan
I try to make
It through

But the ground
It shakes
My mind does break
I can't take the loss

It's true

These words, straight from my tumultuous soul. Another one with a hagridden, asphyxiating heart. 1---*-2 purblind eyes as injudicious as always. Even though airy for a change turned bovine, storming, screaming, it wants me blind. Gelid weather left behind, duplicating my touch from brisk to biting, killing the lie within your skin that was never on display.

Now...
Meaningless memories smothering the limbic system. Willthis be all that remain? Lets hang it up.

Now...
There's just another withering fire, burning the secrets. Will this be all that remain? Lets stab it deep.

Now...
Like a pernicious disease, dreams of the promised, made me blind. Will this be all that remain? Lets tear them out.

Now...
Like a metastatic infection, the pretense makes my skin numb. Will this be all that remain? Lets cut it open.

Now I'm calling 26280 and still you put me straight through to voice mail. I've had enough. I beg of you, please loosen the grip so I can renovate my fragmented life.

 74° 
James M Vines

Chips fall away from the stone as it is cracked and chiseled into what I am not sure. Each piece is whittled away as I dig into the Marble. Lines begin to emerge and a from takes shape. I listen to the stone as it tells me what it wants to be.

 73° 
Mike Adam

It is the moon again

That mirror girl

Who shows you

What she wants to reveal

Month by month

Now and then

and wake me
whisper
(take me)
-take me
with you
I remember
me...
the me
I once used to be

random emotions
wash through me
nostalgia
reconciles
I remember

the places I've been
for a moment
I am there again
savoring the feelings
I once felt through
every part of my flesh
I remember

the search
the journey

to be more
human

to discover
meaning

to breathe
the air of the cosmos

 72° 
gyl

Lost in the deepest part of darkness,
I have come upon the most monstrous, appalling creatures ever existed;
a noxious realm encompassed of fiendish howls and growls from the bravest of all kinds
From where I unravel the garment of fraudulent sophistication—a sweet taste of liberty
From where I diverge from the twisted notions of the tainted society

This is the domain of my very own.
This is my home...

 58° 
Emily Elizabeth

I remember us driving through that city: your city.
Your eyes misty with nostalgia
As you told me about the places you use to visit,
And the ones that you still do;
Pointing them out as we went:
Camden Yards.
M&T Bank Stadium.
The Inner Harbor.
You even pointed out the bar where you buy your Natty Boh,
even though you shouldn't;
All the while showing me places your family loves to go when you come home.

You brought me into your world that day,
Never realizing you didn't want me to stay.
I thought you knew what you were doing as you held my hand,
Showing me the land from which you came.

Now, a year later, I'm wiser to your ways.
I am finally letting go of the hopes that you betrayed.
I wish you well, I truly do.
But I have finally learned that there is someone better out there for me than you.

Sometimes it takes a while to finally let go.  So this is me, finally letting you go.
 54° 
Mouthpiece

I ripple in Prussian blue
I smother the night's puncture wounds
In circular ponds
Looking for you

I fade away
In shades of asbestos grey
And I don't need
The old me anymore

Don't go
Please, don't go

Your blossoming smile
Your singularities
It's pitch black
Now you've gone to sleep

Just don't go
Don't go

Sadness
 49° 
Julia Betancourt

you never saw
what i was

i was nothing more than a place
to make yourself comfortable
for a few nights

i didn't have anything
particularly special

i was boring
lifeless
easy
colorless
nothing

i was nothing to you

and i don't think words
could ever tell the pain
you have made me feel

it is just empty
so empty

being your home
i thought i'd at least feel a little less
dead

but dead i am
completely dead

i don't have anything
particularly special

i am boring
lifeless
easy
colorless
nothing

nothing to you

and now nothing to me, too

 49° 
Amanda Shelton

You cling to me like cellophane,
wrapping yourself around myself
with your electric forked tongue,
as you drag each of my neurons
out into the world; exposed they are,
as I am left to feel their nakedness and chills.
I feel their bite and electric fields.
their pain has become my friend.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

I suffer from three different disorders that can be very painful. This poem is the best way I can explain it to you. Maybe you can relate, maybe not but that's up to you. Live long and prosper my fellow poets.
 48° 
Francie Lynch

I wish to age like a wrap-around porch
In a thunder storm,
While generations tell tales,
Sipping drinks.
A porch of blinking stars,
A place to run out of rain,
With wooden steps for deliveries,
With ascending and descending friends.

I will age like a tree, grow stronger in the wind;
Give shade and shelter to all
Beneath my ring-aged limbs.

I wish to age as a river bends,
Contiguous with all shores;
Floating everyone I know
On eternal waters defying death,
A current winding with no rest.

I will age like a star,
Burning bright, giving light,
Something to reach for.

I wish to age like a mountain,
With secret caves and riches.
And you can rock your soul
Around, over or through,
Solid, snow-capped summit,
Beckoning you.

I will age as the moon,
In stages, full and new;
Each night different,
Unnoticeable fading,
As all who age will do.

Thank you all very much for your thoughtful, insightful and kind comments. It's a wonderful surprise and honor to be chosen for the daily, as there are so many damn good poems written by the poets here every day. And especially a sleeper like "I Will Age." I guess it's a lesson to be learned. Thanks again to everyone, and especially to Hello Poetry for giving us this marvelous opportunity to publish.
Peace to All.
Francie
 48° 
Emm

Someday you'd ask me
in between the fine lines etched on your face
the fine lines in between good and evil
Someday you'd ask me,
on how people can be so crass,
how the world works and where do you stand in it...
So let me tell you before you ask...
...
Close your eyes, darling
turn your head away from all the bitterness of this world
Close your eyes darling,
from all the twisted minds, the turns and dirty tricks of it
Close your eyes darling,
from its dark secrets and its inhabitants'...
That's where the fountain of youth's at...
Look no further,
just close tour eyes, darling...
This world might be cruel and spiteful at times, but so shouldn't you be...
No...
I do not wish you to choose,
although the choices are yours,
I would say naivety is not a sin,
a naivety is innocence
I would never ask you to participate
Although and if this world is cold,
I wish you to withstand it,
because more than the beauty they see
is the core of beauty inside you
and that is what I wish you to hold...
Remember what you've been told...

 46° 
trinity

Happiness is thick air,
Full of anticipation;
A silvery autumn breeze
Skating across the textured sky;
Laughter bouncing between friends,
Escaping briefly to bring smiles to the faces of onlookers.
Nostalgia is when the moon is bright,
So the whole family steps outside to see it;
Driving at daybreak,
Hues of pink and gold and orange painting one’s vision;
Not quite catching fireflies,
But reaching for them anyway.
Anger is a rainy day,
When the sun still glimmers through the dark clouds;
An eyelash perched delicately on someone’s cheek,
Wiped away without a wish being made;
The pounding of music,
As it shakes bones and rattles hearts.
Sadness is a freezing winter night,
When not even breaths can be kept secret;
The dim glow of streetlamps at the glimmer of dawn,
Flickering before going out altogether until night falls again;
The last whisper of color in the air,
In the unrecognized moment that day warps into night and the world is almost still.
Emotions are yours to define.

uuuhhhh....not one of my best
 46° 
happy

I picked a pair of golden apples
From the bottom of the pile
The apples all came tumbling down
And you looked at me with a smile

You picked a pair of golden apples
And handed them to me
You asked if you could lend a hand
"Let me help you pick up all of these"

Well I just stood there looking silly
"I sure have made quite the mess"
And you just stood there foolishly  grinning
"We'll have to clean it up then I guess"

So I bent down to pick one up
And you bent to pick one too
But we bonked heads as we cleaned the mess
And now your poor head has a bruise

I'm pretty dangerous and always making a mess of things.

i love you

not one to one
but everything
that ever was

souls touch
connected
by a deep connection

to something
other
than
self

you,
or i
everything
we ever were.

 43° 
Rachel Hickey

Dig your nails into my skin and pull apart my flesh
Pick me into pieces and shred my every breath
Beat my blood like morning eggs and take your rightful pound
Spin my head and shake my legs but I won't make a sound

 42° 
Lilac

At midnight
her bones
come alive
and her
soul
which slept through
the day stirs.
Her night is
her day and the
moon
is her sun;
the stars-
her companions,
her silent
companions,
as she drifts through
the dark sky called "her mind"
feeling all
alone.

 42° 
moondust

you're not doing well
with skin like bed sheets
ebbing tides in your forehead
and the malady that keeps your mind guessing,

these next six nights
of not having to feel
so alone will make you
fall back into sleep
to grow roots.

i'll cut holes in the ozone
to put your heartache in

i'll walk you to the hospital,
i'll wait in a white room,
place your sad eyes in my drawers
until my hand breaks

the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and 'you are so important to me'
is easier to digest than
skipping heart beats

i miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47,
and
i've fallen in love

you're the only one that made that idea
less devastating.

cut-out poetry i made for a project back in november 2016. i used lucas regazzi's poems called small and bedside table.

The poet's path
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

The poet's path
of rhyme & verse,
passion & wisdom,
joy & sorrow:
Reveals life as the muse
and doesn't have secrets...

Minimalism, micropoetry...
 33° 
Ame Agami

I lost myself
And I thought it was fine
After all it is my own self
So it will be definitely easy to find
That what I kept telling myself
And it turned out to be a lie

I lost those I love the most
And whatever is left in me now is gone
They passed away and left me alone
Trapped between misery and fears
Crying can't ease the pain anymore

I tried to survive in a world you're not in it
But I miserably failed
My losing streak is breaking records
I can no longer bear
I hear my heart screaming please have mercy
I'm broken beyond repair
--------
© Ame Agami

 30° 
Poe Reimer

Went on a bike ride, sort of long;
a turn we took was sort of wrong.
Got sort of lost; we paid the price;
my water didn't quite suffice.
I plunged my face down in the cold,
the way we did in days of old,
just hoping that my luck would hold,
so alien it sort of seemed
like something that I might have dreamed,
back in the days I loved the best,
like milk from mother nature's breast,
when I was young and life was fun
and killing Earth had just begun.

 30° 
Sherry Juliet

and I looked at you all the time
you were my best friend
but this was different
it was in that moment
through laughter
and inside jokes
when I looked up at you
and realized
by god
  
  I love this person

 28° 
jas jones

you
threw me into the waves
and made me thank you
for pulling me out
before i drowned.

 27° 
Troy Bell

Distance is such a cruel mistress
It can make you feel great
Or it can bring great sadness
For me it is a mixture of both

The love of my life
At such distance
Makes sorrow come alive
And take root in my soul

But the pain of my existence
At such a distance
Brings joy to my soul
And forms a conflict

The soul now in turmoil
Fighting for control
The pain slowly wins
As the joy slowly dies

Lost in thought
The head does wander
To places we must not tread
Great sorrow lives in those walls

For when the minds wanders
It gets lost for what seems eternity
Breaking the silence
With screams of dismay

Running around this maze
Fleeing from the pain
Easier to say
Much harder to do

We fall into a pit
In which there is no escape
Crying out in pain
For the love in the distance

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