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an all consuming love
took hold of the
narcissist
his great admiration for self
was the everlasting
tryst

in front of the mirror he stood
kissing his own
reflection
whilst at it saying I'm so deserving
of my steadfast
affection

yes he was absorbed
in a love profound of
pond
this being the love he'd
keep fervently
fond

no one else could love him
with such a richness of
care
cause he was unable to
empathetically
share

the love he did bear inside
his overly indulgent
heart
would never ever
be cleaved
apart
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
Arek
A poet once wrote here
a long, long time ago
He'd often shed a tear
which helped the words to flow

He'd write about the trees
the stars, the moon and sky
and set them loose out on the breeze
which helped the words to fly

but then the poems ended
until there came a spring
that's when my heart your heart befriended
now once more my words sing
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
Em
I should be going to sleep
But the shadows at the corner of my eye
Keep whispering secrets
I never asked for

I’m pacing down the hallways
Of my sanity
Waiting for a door to open
Down at the deep end

The peonies dance a slow waltz
In a breeze that does not exist
And the ivy crawl up walls
Over lamps, over windows

Come sit with me
Next to the pond
You cannot leave
So take your time
Of all the things
I could have been-
I am a stray voice
of a peculiar tone,
bearing no face,
stumbling within a crowd
of congenial strangers.
I am an astronaut
trapped hovering above the Earth-
not truly a part of,
not really connected,
but an outsider left
in love with the world
and all its beauty,
from a distance.
I am the painting
from a surrealist mind
of no name
that hangs in the
shadowed, empty halls
of a foreign country.
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
Kellin
I think....

I think

I am   wasting my life    away

Because all these  hands   have   ever
built is destruction

And  they are  

h
  e
    a
       v
          y

weighted down    by  many forgotten  dreams

Many     unlived lives


And I   am so tired...
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
Mikey
i wish to live forever
to live in the damp earth  
to live within the hearts of the ones i love
to live within his head.
yet i will only live for a small while,
just for a small while
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
kmr
Control
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 Apr 2021 cliollistic
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.

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