Record. - Hello Poetry

Nov 2015

Kaitlyn A Warnken

It is not so for those who's hearts are broken, to love.
Yet we find their seeking of a bandage.
They grasp our sticking and we repair the broken pieces.
Where there they love.

*Where There they love.

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#love #broken #life #heartbroken #healing #fix #fixing #heal #repairing

Oct 2015

Kaitlyn A Warnken

The Broken Speak

When you do not give
Yourself a break
You will break.

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#suicide #broken #sad #depression #sorrow #heartbroken #suicidal #brokenhearted #emo

Oct 2015

thegreatperhaps

Independence?

well I decided to be independent
decided to forget about you
and all that we had, or rather, didn't have
I deleted all of our messages
threw away all of our notes
that were yellowed and aged
just like our love
I deleted your number
with a surge of fierce determination
but how do I erase
all these scars you left behind?

Oct 2015

Kaitlyn A Warnken

We Are The Lost Kids

We are the kids in humanity that even with support, friends, and family we still feel like we are  missing something.
We will go all sorts of ways except the right way to find what we are looking for.
We are the kids who*  can't find themselves  living a future.
We are the kids who  don't want to go searching for our selves any more.
We are the kids who got  tired  and  couldn't take  feeling  lonely anymore.
We are  those kids.
We are  **the lost kids.

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#suicide #fear #sad #depression #anger #afraid #alone #lost #emo #scene

Oct 2015

Kaitlyn A Warnken

Pending ...

You're a sad kid to have all the answers but put them to waste.
You know what to do but fear to do them.
You'd much rather not have the answers and take life as a surprise but unfortunately life wont intend it. So you fake the smile that hides the fear to answer the question,
"Are we gona do this or what?"
Until that question pends for so long and all chances to move forward are lost.

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#fear #sad #anxiety #change #emotion #mad #emotional #emo #lag #pending

Oct 2015

Kaitlyn A Warnken

Closing Doors

You close doors shut without walking through them.
How in life do expect to get to the next chapter if all your doing is closing yourself shut in the last one and blocking the door way?

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#heartbreak #poem #sad #depression #life #hope #faith #hellopoetry #hashtag #kaitlyn

Oct 2015

Kaitlyn A Warnken

The Spectrum

Life* is all about it's change.
If this is really where you wanted to be, you wouldn't be complaining that things could still get better.
We live to become better than our *past and if your still doing the same routine as before, you obviously aren't living.
Don't wait for change. Be the change.

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#heartbreak #fear #sad #depression #pain #gay #happy #change #emotional

Aug 2015

William Wordsworth

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
    Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
    And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
    Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
    Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
    When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
    The difference to me!

Aug 2015

SøułSurvivør

road into the sun

---

the glowing iron wheel
had made its way
across the sky
crushing
everything
in its
path

i sit doubled over
my forehead
in rivulets
from the
furnaces
its passage
had stoked

clouds like
dusty dirt ruts
curving into
saguaro spiked
hills
to the west

crescent moon
a faint slice
like a
glowing
cattlebrand

the cicadas
still whirr
on
and
on
and
on

7 PM
and it is
still
98 degrees

and the
ghosts of
cowpokes
who
died the trails
still ride
their bony ponies
on their endless
road
into
the

sun

soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015

but it's a dry heat

#sun #desert #heat #rut

Jul 2015

SøułSurvivør

finders keepers

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@@
@@ you @@
@@ trew out @@
@@ his heart like @@
@@ a stone clogging your @@
@@ green field of dreams @@
@@ i found it cracked open on @@
@@ my yellow brick road @@
@@ wouldn't you know @@
@@ it was an amethyst @@
@@ GEODE @@
@@

SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/21/2015

#love #broken #heart #happy #grateful #hellopoetry107

Jul 2015

Bridget Allyson

Title

Love came.
Love left.
It was romantic.
It was ugly.
He gave her a rose.
That was half dead and bought for $2.99.
She took it and smiled.
She allowed herself.
He kissed her.*
She kissed him, knowing it would be the last time he saw her.

Help me come up with a real title to this???

#romance

Jun 2015

Marisa Lu Makil

Him

Mondays are hard.
He only wants me for my body-
For the way I was made
But he also wants me
To perform
For him.
I can never understand
What he wants from me.

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.

Tuesdays are light.
He looks at me like I am the only thing
In the world
The only person.
He holds me tight
And tells me he loves me
Without hurting me.

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.

Wednesdays are long.
He has had a
Long day
Of work
And dealing with his boss.
He will let me hold him
And rock him to sleep,
Brushing my cold fingers across his sweaty back
While he falls into a slumber

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.

Thursdays he is happy.
He gets to see his
Delinquent mother
And visits his
Abusive father in jail
Only to spit in his face every time
And tell him he hates him.
I don't get it.
My faith wanes more every day.

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.

Fridays are better.
He doesn't think about
Anything but me
We go out together
Holding hands
In dark
Theater
Seats
While we share popcorn
And memories.

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.

Saturdays are terrible.
He drinks
And
Drinks
And
Drinks
Until he's not the same
Person he was
On Friday.
I don't get it.
Why can't he just love me?
He hurts me
And beats me
Bruises
Everywhere.
Hidden, but there.

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.

Sundays are amazing...and awful.
He is gone.
I can bask in the back row of the church
Singing with my fellow Christians,
Praying with them
Not thinking about him
Loving my God
But at the same time
I know
That in a few hours,
I will have to go back to him.
To his anger
His rage.
And tomorrow,
It will all start again.

I love him, but I hate him.
God, help me!
I can't do this on my own.
I love him but I hate him.
I love him but I hate him.

It just kind of popped into my head, but I actually really like it.

#love #hate #sing #pray #church