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Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

Barton D Smock

the narrative that haunts my flood story never has two words for the sticks I rub together.

the mother treats her mouth like a net she’s failed to eat through.

no one is talking to the pregnant angel who can’t ****.

Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

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Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

jeffrey robin

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my love !

I just want to ask you if it would be alright

With you if I were to address a love poem to you

And submit it to hello poetry

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I 'll say very little about you ( don't worry ! )

and the poem will be mostly about me

And the wondrous feelings of love I have for you

( though , of course , I will probably -- For honesty 's sake --

Have to mention how I much pain you have cause me

By forcing me to be jealous concerning

The ***** who keeps trying to steal you from me )

I just want my fellow poets to know me completely

And since you are the most important thing

In life to me

If not the only real thing in my life

I would like to do this

And I hope you won't mind

Now

I know how much you respect your privacy

So I won't address a poem to you

Without your permission

I think you might consider a poem

Written like this about someone

To be rude and disrespectful

And you are probably right

But love is a give and take

And I do so crave the praise of my

Fellow poets

So I can only beg you to allow me

This opportunity

Thank you

Yours truly

ME

Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

raising hell in my dreams

Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

Zoë

raising hell in my dreams

stuck in the past,
i worry and worry
as my future comes nearer,
and then becomes my past.
it all haunts me,
eats away at my heart,
overcomes my already nasty thoughts.
all around me believe that they know
but what they aren't aware of
is that i'll never tell it all,
in fear of letting it out,
using the words,
and letting tears fall from my eyes.
while keeping it in,
continues to break me,
letting it out would expose me,
**** him,
and shock them all.
i have built up enough walls
to keep him out
at the moment i don't need to stab him
with blades of his wrongs
and remind him of how he broke my trust, and my soul corrupted my formally sweet dreams.
now as i lay attempting to sleep,
i have to wrap my arms around me tightly, touching my own skin, only to remind myself that i can't be hurt like that again.
so if you wonder why,
think back on late nights and one sided conversations and surely you will remember all the hell you caused.

Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

Once

Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan

Paige

Once

Once upon a time a young man sat alone,
Scared to say a word for fear of what he'd done.
You see he was different
cast out from the crowd.
For the world had turned against him,
Or so it had seemed.

He turned every corner with his head hung low.
Walked all the halls with no one by his side.
Heard every remark meant to stay between two,
But soon they spread till every person knew.
He felt everything,until he went numb.

he wanted to disappear to simply,fade away,
never to see another lonely day.
But still he sat at that table alone,
wishing that someone,
anyone would come to his aid.

He gave up hope and he cursed every name,
until one night when he sliced his own vein.
He finally felt something even something with so much pain

again he replayed every ounce of hate,
he did it again and again until he bled even more.
Until his fragile head thumped against the cold hard floor

#suicide #self #hate #different #once