The Joy of Pain - Hello Poetry

The only love I've ever known is the best kind. She brings you juice while you're sick and props up your pillows, then stays awake all night just to make sure you'll be okay.

The only love I've ever known drove a thousand miles to pick me up when I was in trouble, then smiled and said "I love you no matter what".

The only love I've ever known told me the truth all the time and never made me wonder how she felt. She doesn't hate or get bitter; she laughs, loves and lives anyway.

The only love I've ever known is the one I've hurt so deeply I could never repair. Still she forgives completely, never brings up my error and no matter what I need, she is always there.

My mom ❤

Aug 2015

beth fwoah dream boleyn

where

where the moon
is longing,
the tide is relentlessness
and love is
my jealousy of you.

#you #jealousy #loving

Aug 2015

Chris

Deserved rewards

~

In ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions

Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples we chase
and beds we lie
draped in sadness
and shapes of
poetic happenstance

Tear drop vinaigrette
spiced of leftover lifetimes
drizzled on leafy desperation
bids a tired farewell
before time collects
*the deserved rewards

Aug 2015

GaryFairy

being a poet in the 21st century

not only do i have to face it
i also have to shed it
once it's done, i can't erase it
even if they don't get it

not only do i have to think it
i also have to push it
being a poet isn't a blessing
it's a curse, it's a bunch of *******

not only do i have to write it
i also have to read it
once i read, i get what i need
even if i don't need it

not only do i have a trigger
i also have to pull it
being a poet isn't a blessing
it's a curse, it's a bunch of *******

Aug 2015

Arfah Afaqi Zia

Asking to myself

Will he always stay in my heart ?
Probably not.

Aug 2015

Tommy Jackson

Society still mourns

I went to the place
That looked like Shawshank
The old hallways were a boor
Yet strangeness still remains
Sink's got clogged up
The bathrooms
Fifty years or so
The movie section was odd
I felt the distant show's
But I had to get back
Home
Where all is safe and warm
I went to the old
Shawshank
Where society still
Mourns

Honest story when I went to a insane asylum that looked like Shawshank redemption movie tad off there but interesting

Aug 2015

Jade

Unexpressed

If making you understand is the only way out,
I'd rather just blast off my head with a rubber balloon bazooka,
I wonder if it's ever existed
It will be a never ending story.

I wonder if this even a poem :p

#sad #depression #life

Aug 2015

Jake muler

Feels good

Frustrated anger sometimes comes out by a hole in the wall
Feels so good

#people #work