Inspiration - Hello Poetry

Dec 2020

Nikita

Project

Stroke by stroke,
Oil glided onto the canvas.
With precision and ease,
She created her reflection.

Over time,
She grew impatient.
Gliding became stabbing.
Her reflection, distorted.

What was once graceful,
Was now forced.
Frustrated and torn,
She began to lose grip.

She turned her back on her creation.
As she walked away,
A faint cry floated towards her.
It whispered- don’t leave.

She was gone.

Stroke by stroke,
Oil glided onto the canvas.
With precision and ease,
She created another child.

My mother has five children to five different men. Each child is significantly different and is told different stories about themselves. My story was “You are smart but an ugly psychopath”. This poem is my interpretation of her struggling with her identity as a mother and passing it onto her children who are symbolised as paintings.

#family #mother #painting #identity #creation #love #sad #poem #poetry

Dec 2020

Constantine

pretty girl

we met by accident
and i will never forget the words you said
in the short time we crossed paths
your smile will always be in my head

Dec 2020

Words of a withering soul

What makes you a poet?

You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken

©words of a withering soul

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#poet #poem #alone #sad #broken #fancy #word #pen #understand #heal

Dec 2020

Noaki

Take Away

I sat down and waited for the wind
So that it would take away the emptiness

Its cold and the house is empty. Maybe the wind could help.

Dec 2020

R N Tolliday

Snow (by Yoshikazu Takahashi)

it's snowing tonight
it's cold, but i'm walking now
i don't care at all what he says
it's a precious time now for me
i'm lost in deep thought

i have no trust in my family
simple life is boring for me at all

i am in no mood to **** myself
i don't know why i was born
i don't feel at home where i am
i don't know what it is

i have no trust in my family
simple life is boring for me at all

i'm walking in the snow now
i'm not restricted in my movement

A song by bluebeard.

Bluebeard was a Japanese emotional rock band, active around the early 2000s. The band's music had a likeness to the emotional rock scene happening in the States: Sunny Day Real Estate, Mineral, Texas is the Reason, etc, and bluebeard carved out an identity for themselves in the indie music scene in Tokyo. (Emotional Rock, or emo rock, is the same genre as the more popular American Football.) In a rare interview, it became known that bluebeard intended for their music to be at the same level as the bands of their influence, and worked hard to do so, so they could be enjoyed by a wider audience, including the States.

Their genius showed: in 2015 the band had a year-long reunion, much like American Football and Mineral at that time, and ended for packed venue(s). Just like American Football, the band had only released one full length album.

Yoshikazu Takahashi is one of the brains behind the music of bluebeard, and he is the voice behind the lyrics. Snow, was written about the singer songwriter's loneliness he experienced at adolescence. At writing it, he was likely around the age of 20.

If you're talking about the great emotional rock bands that make up that era: listen to Bluebeard, who saw the scene as it was happening in the States, and emulated what they heard and saw with soul and unique vision. The truth behind their lyrics, the genius of their music's composition, the mentor influences from British punk bands who Yoshikazu idolised (and likely others), and Yoshikazu's own soulful, renegade voice: bluebeard bleeds that era of emotional rock.

#song #2000s #emo #emotional #rock #japanese #loneliness #suicide #snow

Dec 2020

Benzene

It's too late

After losing touch with you;
I awakened from a dream.
The tears lingering at the corner
of my eyes are traces of your absence.

That was also a time;
When I had Galaxy inside me ;
Which used to form constellations whenever you hold me.

I realised that love already expired.
I was too slow and now it's too late.
Why are you hesitate if you already made up the mind to leave.

Why did we holds hand;
if we don't aim towards forever.
In end you are Only passing by me.
I mistook you as a heaven sent rainbow;
Which would filled my life with its color.
Once you borrowed my heart from me but you forgot to give it back.
Now it's too late.