Unlike anything - Hello Poetry

Aug 2015

Seán Mac Falls

In your fond light
I could see forever.
A whisk of peace,
Frail and mighty
As lone wildflower
In rains of new sun,
The sound of your
Voice was melody,
Only I adored and so,
I listen for it in rushes
And reeds and briar
Trees where angels
Gather, always to sing,
Little wings do flutter,
Your grace held me,
In places others *****
For, of tearing shadows,
Where the lost are witness
To eyes unhinged, clean
From murky old dream
And broken promise,
Your light blinded so
My soul into vision,
There is no truer light
Ever to know once more
Like one, shimmering,
To expose and to let
Beauty paint, sublime,
Its tableaus of creation
As we are apart, done,
What light was parcel
Only yours, now past,
My eyes to break only,
Opening into darkness.

#love #nature #beauty #sorrow #memory #spirit

Aug 2015

Whitney Jade

Dialogue of Two Grown Children

"I thought you said that you hated your childhood?"

"I did... But what I realize as an adult is that you are more equipped to handle despair as a child. What do you do when your parents are arguing, kid?"

"I cover my ears."

"Exactly. How difficult do you imagine it would be to cover your ears... If, say, you were the adult initiating the argument? You simply cannot even realize that you WANT to cover your ears."

#growing #childhood #realization #adulthood

Aug 2015

L

14w

When men cheat, it's below the belt. When women cheat, it's above the neck.

**
Leigh

Aug 2015

Michelle

The Loneliest Cigarette

Did you ever hear the tale of the loneliest cigarette?
Bringing short term pleasure to just one man, while simultaneously burning herself away into oblivion, she is selfless.
He'll soon kick her to the kerb and stamp out her embers which she offered to him because it's what she thought he wanted.
When she is gone, he will take another.
*And she will be useless. Lifeless. Unwanted. Replaceable.

#love #heartbreak #metaphor #lonely #lust #hurt #*** #cigarette #used #relief

Aug 2015

AMcQ

-Wither-

The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
                 smoke
                                         trails
                              upwards.
             It dances
                                    on the
                                             first
                       wisp of wind;
escaping
                 the draw
                                 of cracked
                weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
                                      withered apple skin
                                                         and stale coffee;
                                            of puckered
                         mouth
              and deep
inhales.
                             Hunched shivering
                                                       shoulders hoist a
                                                                                            shaky hand
                                                                                          toward the
                                                                                    face.
                                                A raspy exhale releases
                        another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.

I foresee this rarely preempted fate.

I quit!

#poem #poet #addiction #smoke #old #cigarette

Aug 2015

susan

the bar at the corner

if the wind blows just right
i can hear voices coming
from the bar down the street
   drunken giggles that make me smile
alcohol soaked singing
   making me laugh out loud
i think i'll join them
   clinking sloshy mugs of beer
   telling off color jokes
and sharing in the camaraderie
   amongst the people
     in a small corner bar.

Aug 2015

susan

crying wolf

today, i'm within myself
looking out
and wondering
where exactly is that hand
that reaches out for me?

or have i slapped it away
so many times
they've finally given up?

Aug 2015

A Lopez

What you want isnt who i wanna be

You said you like S

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        S.

I am glad I'm
N
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What
Y
   O
U

W
   A
N
   T.

Aug 2015

A Lopez

Snakebite

The snake
N
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V
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  Bites
O
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       E
T
H
En it
C
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Aug 2015

Jacob Christopher

Drunken Ramblings L

We are everything.
Every man, woman, child,
every living thing that ever put forth energy on this earth.
You are the culmination of millions of years of energy,
being recycled.
I like to believe this is why some of us feel we know things,
or people,
that we have no logical reason to.
The energies converged,
at least once.
And though dispersed and reformed,
into something new,
the resonance remains.
This is why I do not believe we ever go forward alone,
into the dark.
Energy will always flow onward,
companionship is therefore not only inside you,
but beside you.
Tangible or not you are followed,
and filled with,
the energy of a million lives that have been,
and will be.
Keep doing.
Keep being.
Keep flowing.

Fifty poems I've written drunk on here now, and it all equates to nothing.

Aug 2015

dravenstorm

I'm Her Sub-Conscious.

The More You
Grip & Scratch
This Skin
Gasphing On
How Good
This Body Moves,
Wondering About
The Perfection
Of This Pleasure.

I Really Do Hope
You Realize That
I'm Just
A Consciousness
Trapped In
Your Mind.

You're Absorbing
My Sacred Fantasies.
And
Only Pleasing Yourself.

#mind #her #fantasy #illusion #subconscious