you don't understand how long some people have been here
you don't understand the changes we've seen
you don't understand how much we've longed for the people to
be who they be
you don't understand how it breaks our hearts
to see such infighting
bought to our world from other pages
used to back biting
you don't understand, for us
that have believed from the start
that Hello Poetry was once a place
where we always laid our heart
we gave over our life to this place
we endured every change
when you see something different here
know we have suffered more than this strange
once upon a time
in an awesome time and place
when people googled
Poetry
they found this space
they found inspiration
they found laughter that never ends
they found confidantes and a place
to plant
a never ending garden of friends
So if you're from another site
drawn here by the skin of tooth
sit a while in our midnight garden
and I'll speak to you a truth

Hello Poetry has been my best friend
for over 5 years, and all the friends
I've found on here, they've danced beneath my laugh, and held onto me so tight
that if I ever fall so wrong, they'll make
it all right

And that's the saddest thing
about Hello Poetry today...
is that most don't try
to make true friends
really real friends
or interact with them
in any meaningful way

I never thought the saddest ones smiled the widest until that turned out to be me,

I go home and I let my hair down, dark brown and I wish I had energy to wash it
Wet eyes quiet fingers quiet
Phone silent, I let it die and
put on a movie just to feel less alone when I watch it
Solitary confinement and feeling trapped. lost at home
I'm on stilts, but I sink?
In blankets stagnant
every fragment of stained glass that falls from my eyes is sharper than the razors
I press play
And the soundtrack drowns out anything I could have to say.

No one wants a a piece of this heart

this heart is not one to be spared

to be spared is to be only one half

one half just can't compare

Compare two pieces left broken

left broken two pieces of heart

pieces of heart are just tokens

just tokens if worn apart

Worn apart like an infection

an infection that sits upon skin

skin left cold by rejection

rejection is just another sin

Another sin that wants no part

no part of being insane

insane is where lies this heart

this heart that won't play the game

I don't have many of them
most are far from me
but I have this one friend
who means everything to me
This friend is not just a friend
but also a confidante
this friend knows my weaknesses
and also knows my heart
This friend is a piece of me
that feels like it is missing
the peace of me, my conscience
that is always insisting
you can do it, just believe
spirit be with you
If I could replay, a thousand fold
my friends wishes,
however true, I'd play them back
to them, because their wishes
should come true