unpredictable - Hello Poetry

Jul 2016

MKM

Numbers

When did the numbers become so important?
Why do these inanimate things begin to have so much power?
Constantly scrutinized, and measured by them.
Though they don't show the depth of our character
Or the things that make our hearts glow.
We reach for the right one never knowing what actually is enough.
Constantly measuring, but never enough.
When does it end?

#eatingdisorder #bulimia #numb #ed #osfed

Jun 2016

Justine Muriel

i love you like the leaves

I miss your embrace
the same way the trees miss their leaves

when the long months of winter sweep their bright beautiful colors

onto the frozen earth.

#love #poem #fall #leaves

Jun 2016

Rhiannon

And I.

And I didn't write my essays,
And all my assignments are overdue,
And my Mothers a trainwreck,
And my Sisters are too.

And my Father doesn't care,
And Grandmothers carrying grief,
And my heart hurts beyond repair,
With all the rubble underneath.

And I didn't write my essays,
And all my assignments are overdue,
And all my Friends think I'm happy,
But all my Friends are trainwrecks too.

And I didn't write my essays,
And all my assignments are overdue,
And I'm too much of a coward to **** myself,
So I guess numbness will have to do.

Jun 2016

Ryan

Pink Phosphorescence (or "how I avoided a broken heart at the Lash")

Desire has a nuanced way
Of rearing its ugly head
Disguised in a pretty red wig
A cinnamon girl, a wild mare
Racing a hot summers night
And I, a king of trash, lost
Deep in the ocean of vulnerability
That glimmers behind your eyes
Sinking, swimming, submerged
It's hard to stay afloat
When you're ten feet above water
And you can't breathe
When your lungs are full of lust
But maybe just for tonight
Among the places we've drank
The cars taking us here to there
The cigarettes, tequila, and drugs
The warming sensations
The stupid decisions
The too close conversations
A longing gaze, a hand on thigh
Your beauty closes in on mine
And our lips would touch
Igniting a flame, burning me
Embers to ashes, dust to pain
For we'd only exist this night
A memory in the making
A heart of broken shame
A possibility too perfect
The product of fantasy
Something I'd wish for
But never come to fruition
Intuition screaming at me
Don't kiss the girl
Leave before you **** yourself up
And in comes the reaper
Here to collect my debt
Of too much ingested
I feel sick, losing control
Get me the hell out of here
I want to go home.

Jun 2016

That Girl With The Notebook

Hide who you are, people will like you better.

Hide with your smile
It makes you look friendly
Who cares if you're dying inside
Hide behind makeup
It makes you look pretty
No one needs to know you're insecure
Hide inside trendy clothes
They make you seem put together
People don't want to see you falling apart
Hide your flaws
They show your human
We only want to see perfection
Hide who you are
People will like you better
Nobody wants to deal with real

My friend wanted me to write and this is what came to me after watching a commercial for contour makeup.

Jun 2016

moemoe

An old book

I met an old man one day
he gave me a book, an old book
I looked at him with a curious eye
he smiled to me and disappeared like a tired smoke

With trembling fingers i turned the pages
some angry dust released itself into the air,
like a result of traveling throughout the places and over the ages
that night when i read it, glued to my chair
i thought i lost my mind in an ocean of words...

#poem #poetry #life #thinking #poems #old #books

Jun 2016

K G

Give Up

The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes
Argued that beauty's red and virtue's white
Yet our ambition makes us still to fight

Her touch that lifts the day from the mundane
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain
Knowing her look torments me with disdain

She might think me of some benighted youth
My head swears to heart that she is made of truth
So she I lose, likely through my unkind abuse

You trade in your reality for a wing You trade in your sense for an act
You give up your ability to feel, to put on a mask

Away he steals your heart with an open listening ear
Stuffed up with his lust, as minutes fill up into hours
I'm used to your inner indecisiveness that is as wavering as a coward

Jun 2016

J

PAGTATAPOS

Mga sinambit **** salita,
Mula sa binitawan **** "mahal kita",
Naglalaro sa aking isipan,
Akin parin kinakapitan.

Sa pag pikit ko ng aking mga mata,
Ikaw ang laging nakikita,
Sa dinami daming dahilan para kalimutan ka,
Heto ako patuloy na nag-aantay kahit alam kong wala na,

Tanong ko sa aking sarili, bakit ikaw pa?
Bakit ikaw pa at marami namang iba,
Sa bawat luhang bumagsak sa aking mga mata,
Sa bawat sabi kong 'okay pa, okay na' may lihim na ayoko na at hindi ko na kaya.

Mahal ko, minahal mo nga ba ako?
Naniwala sa mga pangako **** napako,
Oo nga pala no? Lumipas na ang isang taon,
Ngunit ang nararamdaman kong ito hindi parin nakabaon.

Pero ipinapangako ko sa aking sarili,
Hinding hindi na ako magpapatali,
Sa mga matatamis **** salita,
**Kahit kailan hindi na ako maniniwala.

Tanggap ko na na hindi na para sakin ang iyong ipinipinta,
At sana sa pag pikit kong 'to hindi na ikaw ang makikita.

#poetry #pain #you #bye #ph #tagalogpoems

Jun 2016

Justin S Wampler

Envelope

I've got a problem with my self-control,
I fall in love when I'm with any girl.
Tonight it's you and me against the world,
though tomorrow I'll be gone for good.

#love #hate #alone #thoughts #**** #you #work

Jun 2016

Jeni

The Place Beyond the Trees

Have you been there?
The place beyond
the trees.
Someone's whisper
reached into my thoughts
drew me in
like a fish oblivious
in death
reeled by the line.
Blind faith
the present moment
food for the fish
is food for the thought.

In truth
it's false
like a mirage
the horizon
the lull before a tsunami.

It's a trap
that bit on the line
the singular idea of it
yet I saw nothing
knew nothing
I was the family at the beach
swept suddenly away by the monstrous wave
Gone.
A lull
before the end.

But have you been there?
that place
Beyond.

Listen to the whisper
let it guide you
to the end
meet me there
in my thoughts
the place
beyond the trees.
It's not the horizon
Farther, farther
waver at the edge
Your mind
beckoning the beyond
like a mirage
a mystery
the place beyond the trees.

Written by me in 2014, I believe. I'm not sure what's going on, but I found it in my room today and figured I might as well type it up.

#death #mystery #thoughts #trees #beyond

Jun 2016

Harsh

Open Letter Series VI: To Someone Who Gave Up

No matter what you do in this life,
put all of your heart into it.
Invest every fiber of your being
into whatever you work on,
no matter how arbitrary
or even how irrelevant.
The best that comes about
this exhausting way of life
is that you end up with
a job well done, and
all the recognition you deserve.
The worst thing you end up with
(stay with me, trust me on this)
is the raw, unfiltered fact
that you gave it your all.
You tried to the fullest extent
of your capacity and ability.
No one, no matter who they are,
where they come from,
what they look like,
how they got to where they are,
or what their story is,
can ask any more from you
than your absolute best.

Without wax,
Someone Who Should Have Always Tried
But Didn't

* P.S. Because what more can they really ask of you?

“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
-Theodore Roosevelt

#life #personal #harshhappens #openletterseries