Beautiful things dying - Hello Poetry

Jun 2015

Banita khanal

we set limits around us
and make a box from it
in that box we live
and name that box a "Society"

we get suffocated
living inside that closed box
and try to get some fresh air
but,
we are not allowed

Finally we find it hard to fit ourselves
within that box
once made by us

what if, we never made that box?
we would live happy without it
rather than trying to fit inside it.

#society

Jun 2015

Rylie Simmons

memories

love is all i had
but now its gone
its never coming back

all the laughter from the past
is haunting me
following me
breaking my heart as i replay it in my head
over and over again.

the memories floating past
engulf and bury me
they remind me
of what i will never have again.

Jun 2015

Rylie Simmons

the dark

The dark is a scary thing
it brings out the worst in people
like the memories of the past
the secrets of the future
the doubts and horrors of the present.

the dark is where fear grows
where you can hear everything around you.
where a drop of water
can send chills to your bones.

the dark is where your imagination flows
where the pale white of ghosts walk
where the demons scare your soul
so much that you can't stop the trembling in your hands.

the dark is where bad things happen
where kidnappers sneak in
where robberies happen
where guns are shot anonymously.

the dark gives me insomnia.
with it enveloping and
suffocating me
blinding me until the light seeps in through the windows.

we have a moon for a reason
to light up the darkness
to protect the outside world.

but where did it go
underneath all the clouds
and rain
and snow

i don't think so.

Jun 2015

Beneath my willow weeping

Insanity

Expecting a different outcome
*I try
just one last time

#hope #loss #failure #madness

Jun 2015

Beneath my willow weeping

Remember (old friends)

I remember
Though you think id forgot

The times spent laughing
The times of childhood past
Remember the summers we swam in the pool
Pretending we where dolphins or monsters
Man we where fools
But it was ok because i was with you

We would lay our beds on the glass shop at night
And watch the stars wheel slowly through the sky
Feeling astronomical powers collide

A shot of smooth fire as it burnt through the night
Seeing the fire reflected back in both of our eyes
We would send wishes along with that light

So i remember
How could i forget
The day that you died
I lost my best friend

#peace #life #pain #death #depressed #loss #sorrow #tired

Jun 2015

Beneath my willow weeping

Fleeting lives

It trickles by when life is slow
Yet when its fun how fast time goes

Minutes like decades
Years like seconds

In the space of a blink
Your hair will have turned to gray
And all your friends will have passed away
Left only old photos of bygone days

And in the mirror of youth
You'll hardly recognize
The lines on your face
live today before its gone away

#life #death #hope #time #beauty #sorrow #change #passing

Jun 2015

its gonna make sense

doors

Why there are so many closed doors than open one?
People dying than living?
People crying instead of smiling?

©IGMS

Closed door means:
Closed minds
Closed hearts
Closed beliefs
Closed perceptions
Closed values
Closed rights
Closed freedom
Closed Justice
Closed truth
Closed Equality
Closed peace
Closed religions
Closed ...

#truth #people #doors #close #open

Jun 2015

Maddie Algayer

Nothing

This poem is not about happiness. It is not about the butterflies in your stomach or the stars in your head. Finding money on the ground, or being told you’re beautiful. It is NOT about loving someone until they feel as expensive as the things you could never afford. And it is CERTAINLY not about being loved until your blood acts as super glue and mends the parts of your body and mind where disaster struck, so the sunshine is permanently inside you, and the super glue doesn’t let the storm water in when it rains. This poem is not about sadness. It is not about constantly feeling like you’re breathing underwater, swallowing mouthfuls until your surrender and drown. Waking up and feeling okay for a split second, until the realization hits you like lightning and you’re the storm. Feeling your heart pulverized by the one person you trusted to even touch it. No. This is about nothing. And not the peaceful kind of nothing, where your mind is empty in the good way, in the way that you feel weightless. This is for the kids that lay in their bathtubs with their noses just above water because they have nothing to drown for, or live for. This is about staying awake all night and dreaming about how satisfyingly imperfect it would be to cry yourself to sleep, because then at least they’d be able to feel something. This is about wanted physical pain, as twisted as that sounds, because your body is so numb. When your mind is so far up in the sky, yet the fires of hell burn the lining, you dream about being knocked down into the dirt, because then you would have scrapes on your knees to show for it. This is for the kids that, when someone asks them how they are, genuinely have NO idea of what their mental state is. Unstable. Unstable yet stuck in the monotonous routine of waking up to go back to sleep. Because dreaming is better than reality, because emotion might come. Because sometimes feeling isn’t bad when you’re so used to an empty stomach and hollow bones and a mind that can hear the echoes of its own voice.

#love #poem #sad #depression #sadness #happy #happiness #nothing

Jun 2015

untitled

i want to be the rock you skip across a lake only to sink later on

i'm found guilted by only the
misconception that maybe life
will get easier. i find myself
alone late at night even when
surrounded by the people that
should make me feel worth, but
i only seem to find melancholy.
it's easy to let yourself be sad.
it's not easy to get yourself
out of that same sadness.
i whisper goodnight to the people
i love and say goodbye just in case.

even if they don't hear it, at least
somewhere off in the darkness
where my thoughts wander off,
maybe, just maybe, someone will hear.

Jun 2015

its gonna make sense

-

Everything seem so vague yet vivid
Akin to the feeling everytime I chase and touch those clouds
The scarcity of my mind to be able to grasp the existence of it
I can't even fathom the throbbing sensation inside my chest
All I know is that we are not meant to be

©IGMS

#love #depression #alone #hurt #fate

Jun 2015

its gonna make sense

-

#truth #broken #sad #hurt #people #10w

Jun 2015

Pax

The day I stop dreaming ~

The day I stop dreaming
     is when I started my progress…

I never really understood to why, oh why
do we have to start a living?

In the city of progress, I became the mindless puppet
Of what we call ‘the clichés of society’
FOR NOW - I’m totally blind in all five senses
    to where my love should be place in…

From a specific today, I am robbed for my silence
Totally alone never wanted nor even needed
Conceivably A misplaced person in a ‘crazy world’
- or it is just me who thinks this way.

Sometimes I would think no one would ever really captured
                          - ‘the essence of my heart’
Or probably it was just me, who never did take noticed.
Guessing I am too
  - Perverse to feel anything within the walls of my five senses.

Despite everything else, I understood how Society lives by.
The imaginable ways it burdens and pleasure in
–> Giving –> Receiving –> Showing –> US
                                                         how life works with their walls.

I could never blame how our world becomes a harsh place,
Yet I could took the blame on US
   or our humanity is too faulty consecutively.
Too many Securities from any Insecurities.
Walls upon Wall of their Owning Glory,
      Almost nothing is free.

So I stand chained from cultural responsibilities,
for we were made to think this way.

Ashamed of what I discovered
So I hide in the covers of my pen
To write, just write,
A Written voice for the fallen..

A friend told me “I think life ends when a man stops from breathing and also when he stops from dreaming. What will keep us moving if we no longer have holds to aspirations, to hope...”

Then my friend, Kalypso answered a big part of it in her review on what I am talking about in this piece, she said: “being a dreamer for so long, having to pull my head and heart out of the clouds and start the mundane process every day, over and over again, would bring me into this realm of thinking. Wondering why we do ...what we do? What is the purpose of working just to pay bills and survive, but barely live? Feeling like I disappeared in the process of becoming an adult and taking on responsibilities. Having no time to explore the world. To ponder the mysteries of life...or capture the beauty of everything around us. How the monotony takes away your creativity and individualism, blends you into society, almost making you invisible.”

Then Rachelle’s questions arise saying: “Do we grumble? Do fall into a deeper pit of despair or do we try to figure out how to transform our reality such that the world is exciting and challenging again?”

With all those thoughts arises from my poem, I came to understand that despite I stop dreaming big, I still hold on to the little hope and a hint faith I have on myself that someday, in some way a dream could rise again from the burned pages of my bucket list.

I am thankful that I have find/found friends in my writings.
So I appreciate everyone who reads me, greatly....

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1336541/

#love #senses #heart #living #society #cliche #blind #puppets #progress

Jun 2015

Tom Lengel

just for this moment

will you lend me
your hands
for when i
am weak

soft
and silent
as those of
angels
?

just for this moment,
just for this moment,
let me weep into
your
hands