Shelby

Feb 2019

Meera

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

That's how true poetry comes into existence

#love #heartbreak #poet #poetry #pain

Feb 2019

fearfulpoet

"only” the lonely know (my special sign)

“only” the lonely know (my special sign)

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an incurable silence

the meaningless, wasted touch of a hand,
attached, directed by them from them
to them
a failed reassurance

a classroom, a stadium, cornfield or grove,
so many nutted fallen solitaries fallen to rot
midst a globe of trillions never noticed,
never missed

the silly conceptual that the lonely,
special unique, blessed with a curse,
a specialist status, “only” they afflicted;
with a ken that isolates and yet feels elevated -
oh! I am special

show me one, just one, human who doesn’t truly believe,
they are the onliest loneliest and you will vision
each and every
lonely person who
secret sighs and whose first thoughts are only:

god spare me one more day of being,
fearful of achieving
my very own knowing,
in the invisible place,
the incurable silence award,
reward of another purple heart,
“only” the lonely service ribbon,
my Cain marker

~my special sign~

WOW

what a wonderful reception to my first poem!

thank you,
less fearful!

#fearful #poet #only #lonely #my #special #sign #fearfulpoet

Feb 2019

Ariana Bagley

A Reverse Poem

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Shelby Jan 2019

forgetting

the man in the clouds
made the world go quiet
when too many people
forgot he was there
the man in the ground
lured people in to join him
when too few people
remembered his name
the woman in the sun
lived in the dark
because no one knew
where she went after
the man in the clouds
and the man in the ground
stopped repeating her name

Shelby Jan 2019

untitled

The words that left his mouth were only a quarter true
They fell from his lips with the weight of one thousand I Love Yous
And sounded like crying when they hit the floor

Shelby Jan 2019

1:36

bad coffee on the fourth floor
the sun fell through the wooded ground
her words became lost in the notes she heard when she thought of him
a method of falsetto used by the ink in her pen
a song made out of the pain she saw lingering in the mirror
she played it on repeat loud enough so others couldn't hear how much it hurt when she realized she missed him

Shelby Jan 2019

my favorite season is fall

little by little
i stopped loving you like the wind
as it grew colder
the seasons blended together
until all of them felt the same
and i couldn't tell them apart
an indistinguishable pile of crisp leaves in the summertime
snow flakes in the spring
love in the evening
and hurt by the fire

written in the nighttime
read in the daylight
seen by no one less than you
i found myself in fall
and with it
the strength to admit i loved you
let go of the early mornings
say goodbye to the late nights
i leave these words in a box in the sand
and with the wind

— The End —