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 Mar 2018 Aaina
ali
to be a writer..

it’s an awfully emotional adventure.

it doesn’t mean
you’ve always got a pen in hand.
it also doesn’t mean
you’ve got too many voices in your head.

to be a writer
means to fall in love young,
and to never fall out of love.
because like a true love,
the words will never leave you
or never let you down.

to be a writer
means that you want it;
you crave the aligned phrases,
the scratch of lead on paper,
the depth of the ink soaking in.
the beauty that the words leave behind.

to be a writer
means that you need it,
that without it,
you’re not sure how you’d speak
without a voice.
it means that early in the morning,
when your cheeks are stained with tears
and your heart is trembling
within its cage
the flow of words
coming from inside
is the only thing that can save you.

to be a writer..

is an awfully wonderful adventure.
here at hello poetry, we’ve all had something in our lives, whether it be known or not, that made us a writer. i’m honored and thankful to be here, on this wonderful adventure, with you all:)
 Mar 2018 Aaina
Ugo Victor
I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.
 Mar 2018 Aaina
Nyx
Leave
 Mar 2018 Aaina
Nyx

I need to leave
I've ought to say goodbye
This unrequited love
Simply must to die

I've completely slipped your mind
Fallen through the cracks
My only existence now
Is a forgotten name in your contacts

Below all those studs, that you call your great friends
And underneath all those girls you call at 3am
Covered in dust as it grows old with age
I sit here and wait, patiently within this stone cold cage

Transienting through life, days pass like any other
Sleepless nights, Friendships bite, Its simply quite a bother
Messages from others, blowing up my phone
Yet without yours, I feel so alone

I thought I had forgotten you
Moved on from my past
I was going to find another
But that was never going to last

It seems I cant escape
no matter how far I run
Is this merely my fate
Or is it karma having fun

What can I do?
What can I say?
Because a simple text from you
Consumes my waking days

Is this intentional?
Are you leading me on for fun?
Our texts are quite stale, answers are close to none
Every time we talk now, You always seem so done

But once in a blue moon
We call for a single night
Forgetting the conflict
Our souls filled with delight

I'll put it all behind me, Let it fade from my mind
I'll dwell in emptiness and move on with my life
Even though these feelings, cut through me like a knife
Acting like nothings wrong, Everything okay
Just force on a smile
It doesn't bother me anyway.
 Mar 2018 Aaina
Destiny annalia
I no longer write about her along my binder
Or search around the halls trying to find her,
I don’t want to hurt you.
Although I already am
Would it hurt less to move along?..
Or keep her wondering whats going on
Im sorry I do this.
You aren’t the first one
Its not anything you said
Or something you done
I always said commitment wasn’t my thing
;
imissyou
 Mar 2018 Aaina
julianna
border line
 Mar 2018 Aaina
julianna
I am bordering on crazy and sane
I am balancing between smart and dumb
I am tripping between love and apathy
I am stumbling between living and existing
I am not this nor that, I am just a border line.
So who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
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