We call ourselves poets
We're not the best
Yet we gather together
Might disagree sometimes
But one poem later
Everything is alright
Welcome to Hello Poetry
Where friends are made
And Enemies are forgotten
Lost somewhere in the echo
Our words tend to **** them in

I'm as indecisive as it gets.
I'm the two sides of the coin.
Flip that coin. You will see both sides.
Copper will break.
Clad will break.
Nickel will break.
You will hear the sound of metal swashing.
It'll be two fast for your brain to elucidate, so fast you're brain will hurt.

Your veins will hurt from the rush.
Your neurons from fury.
You will want to break the coin in a thousand pieces instead.
You will.
Then every piece will want to break in half.
I'm the two sides of every piece of metal of that coin.

When it comes to him, I'm as shattered as it gets.

Your eyes will hurt from the brightness.
When it comes to him, I'm as radiant as it gets.
I'm the blaze of a thousand piece of nickel puzzling your sight.
Add up all the radiation. your eyes will hurt.
You will be blinded.
I'm as blinded as it gets.

Clothes will want to rip themselves apart.
They will.

Skin will want to peel itself.
It will.

I'm as naked as it gets.

I'm the two sides of the coin.
Shatter that coin into a thousand piece.
Shatter each piece into a thousand world.
Shatter the world into a thousand coin.
I'm the two sides of the thousand coin of the thousand world of the thousand piece of the coin.


Ageless in time.
Motionless in space.


When it comes to him, it's as impossible as it gets.

I want to see what it's like to be good.
do you breathe easier?
Can you go through your day
without regrets?
Do you sleep better at night?
Is life easier? Is it better?
I wouldn't know what it's like to be good.
In order to be good,
you have to do things right
Something I'm miserable at, doing things right.
All my tests have A's but there is no homework.
another failed class.
I made her smile today, my mother screamed.
another fight.
A bright morning, and a dark night.
just another dose of black.
Just one more slash.
just one more drop of blood.
Just another sleepless night.
I'm afraid that while my life is mine,
I'll never be good.

I cant sleep.
I'm too consumed with
thinking of you.
I think of you through the day,
but once the sun sets,
my thoughts of you become dangerous.
My mind flashes to blood and how I
had promised I wouldn't bleed for you.
I'm missing you too much, too early.
God, this hurts like hell.
there is a hole in my existence
that only you can fill.
I cant wait to see you again, but I know you're happy where you are,
so I wont tell you about my thoughts at night or the pain in my chest.
Just know, my love, I love you.

Placing this blade on my wrist
I don't plan on going deep
Just deep enough to reach
The not so beautiful treasure
I'm the Black Beard on these open wrist
Vast currents of blood
Flowing all too quickly
I'm going just a little deeper
To see what's all down there
Past the ruined shipwreck veins
Just a little deeper
D
  E
    E
      P
        E
          R
Deeper, still not deep enough
Curiosity dragging me even further under
I can't stop anymore
The ecstasy relief is better than a high
But how do I clean up the mess I made
I'm too weak
Lost too much blood
I still don't regret going
Just a little deeper

I have fallen in love with the lilac trees
oh how i long to be the gentle wind
that blows slowly through their leaves

i could speak ceaselessly for a thousand years
and still not explain why
your magnificence brings me to tears

i looked upon your sunkissed face
and for a moment
the vicissitudes of the fates
seemed a little less vicious
the winds a little less harsh
and the world a little less cruel.

heaven is a real place,
and it is a few inches of skin
just below your nose.

i am a man of many words and metaphors
but none of them can accurately describe
the simple beauty of the fact
that you are mine
and i am yours.

i wish to give you the world two times over
and three more times just because.

i was so lost amongst the wilds
and yet you still found me.

the pair of hands i've never held
are the ones i am dying to hold.

This young lady
I have no recollection of her name
So let's just call her Mystery Girl
She's having fun
Playing with my heart
Opening it up and reading it like a book
Seriously she's been reading nonstop
I think she's slightly insane
Has to be by now
Reading every poem from my heart
Anytime now I might have to start charging a fee
For every poem she reads
Lol
Thank you Mystery Girl
Hope you've had your fill
Come back again
When your hungry for something to do