berk - Hello Poetry

Apr 2020

Hamad

I wash my hands
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown

my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.

#poem #tragedy #trauma #poetry #pandemic #bravery #covid19 #hope

Apr 2020

elle jaxsun

running

i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.

#tree #run #running #confidence #be #you

Apr 2020

Mattea Marie

drumming song

the rain taps his
drumming song
on my windshield
but even he cannot
drown out
the sound of your
absense

you were so close but i'd never felt farther from you

Apr 2020

basil

04.09.2020

i wonder sometimes
if i could control
the beating of my heart
would it stop?

#thoughts #suicide

Apr 2020

Merrimae

Addict.

A broken light bulb.
A shattered dream.
A life wasted.
It's not what it seems.

A broken family.
Stressed and tired.
Chance after chance.
Will it ever expire?

Perpetual forgiveness.
Is it worth it?
The tears, the screams.
We are hypocrites.

Shaming you for breaking the bulb.
Yet, we cut ourselves trying to fix it.

#**** #pain #brokenfamily #drugaddict #forgiveness