Lyrical Inspiration - Hello Poetry

Dec 2014

WickedHope

The Closest We'll Ever Come To A Collaboration ~ ~ Featuring Andy ~

I'm just tired. Of everything.

Lay your head on my shoulder and rest

Kind and tender offer, truly touches my heart, but my head is too heavy a burden for me to rest on anyone.

I will take that burden as I hold my own. If I were Atlas the Titan holding the sky above I would still take that weight

You are beautiful.
Please don't stop being beautiful, love.
I no longer have a sky,
But you make me want to rebuild mine.
If only a piece.
You are a star,
Shining at night.
You are a lamp,
Shedding some light.
You are a hope,
Making me want to fight.
Want to fight.
But to weak to stand.

I will be your shoulder to cry on
I will be your arm to lean on
I will hold your hand when things get rough
I will light the way in your darkest times
I will be here to the end

I just want to cry but the tears won't come.

Why cry darling? You have no reason to shed tears

I'm so broken, ***, I'm two shards away from gone.

I can be the glue that holds you together. < holds you close > I will be here

Glue always seems to wash away with me
< curls into a ball >

Then I'm industrial welding. I'll be here for as long as you need and longer

Darling... you are a lovely piece of humanity, never lose that about you.

*Please just hang on [my real name]. I couldn't bear losing you.

Losing you hurts like hell, love. </3
What if I still need you? What then?
- - -
Some exchanges from earlier November, when I was "unwell."
I wanted to **** myself, and when I felt like no one else was, Andy was there to give me reason not to.
The BOLD words are Andy's, because everything he said is boldly imprinted into my heart.
- - -
~ 1 A.M. (EST) 12/30/2014 was the last I ever got to hear from him.
I want to remember that.
- - -

#love #suicide #death #loss #andy #thisisforandy #anewreligion #ripandy #legendsneverdie #angelgainedhiswings

Dec 2014

Forgotten Heart

hell life

You will understand me
when you got two sisters
who are better than you
and a brother
who always ignore you
and a caring mom
who always love
you all equally
yet you won't get enough
and a lovable dad
who always make you feel
you are useless

Is there anyone to understand me?????
I think no one is there for me

Dec 2014

GitacharYa VedaLa

A Silence Called Solitude

I'm a collection of solitudes
A silence derived from
the summation of all languages

Silence solitude life eternity love

Dec 2014

SG Holter

I Love you, Poet. It's an Art

I love my life.
All of it.
Every time the sun warms or
Burns; the rain soothes, or
Stings with angry ice; barrel-hot
Buckshot, I
Thank. Thank for the
Weather.
I love my life.
All of it.

It's an art.
All of it.
Every time the axe rests above
Your neck mid-air,
Wink at the masked one
Holding the handle.
Thank. Thank for the
Swift awakening
Awaiting.
Add years to your dreaming.

It's an art.
All of it.

I love you, poet.
All that is you.
You hold an opposing answer
In each hand, commanding
The chooser to hold
Your gaze and keep
Asking.
The best readings rest between
Every line drawn.

I love you, poet.
It's an art. All that
Is you. **** well
All of it.

Sleep safe.
Add years to your
Dreaming.

Dec 2014

Forgotten Heart

marriage

The end
of the
independence
of an
individual

Just got this thought, I don't know whether this is true or not

Dec 2014

Andrew Durst

Better man.

I wanted to
thank you
for not giving me
what my heart
so desperately
longed-for.

It actually
made a
better man
out of
me.

-Andrew Durst.

Dec 2014

Roberta Day

Paper Bound

I think it’s hard for me to stay open
because I’ve been securely bound together
by a thick bind of resistant glue
I snap shut because I’m not used to
displaying all my content for eyes to peruse
I’m written on pages to send your soul on a walk
through caverns with deep trenches of fear
I want to be known through the words I select,
the ones I need you to hear
Read a little deeper, give me your attention
follow the sequential bouncing ball
I’ll whisper through these dry pages
what I feel before I ruin us—ruin me
from not professing to you at all.

Been in my drafts for too long. Always relevant.

#poetry #expression

Dec 2014

Francie Lynch

Worries Me

The girl at the check out
Clutching the chips and dollar
Gives me an ache
Like a warning shot
In my stomach.

The boy keeping up
Behind his brothers
Gives me an ache
Like filling a balloon
To capacity.

The ******* duel-bladed skates
Bundled like the Michelin Man
Pushing a chair
Gives me an ache
Like a rip in my father's heart.

The one on the hall floor
Eating before his locker
As the gang's off to McDonald's
Gives me an ache
Like an airborne ball
As the buzzer sounds.

The one in the corner of the class,
With cuffs pulled down
And a tattooed razor blade
On the back of the neck
Worries me.

We need to pay attention.

#suicide #lonliness

Dec 2014

ryn

Trending

•
       you
               secretly
                       wishing, for
                              your writes to be
                                noticed•simple sign
                             that they have not been
                          missed•with every view
                     and every like•your popu-
               larity does spike•somewhat
          places your art on the poetry
      map•between major players,
  you close the gap•constantly
checking to see  who's been
reading•you're always deli-
ghted to see the 'yellow
lightning'•a wish...
    for those who
     are writ-
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secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending•

* the above does not apply to everyone here.

#trending #popularity #posts #concretepoetry

Dec 2014

Brendan Thomas

A tout le monde(excerpt from megadeth)

Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it cost
My life had passed before my eyes
I found out how little I'd accomplished
All my plans denied

So as you read this
Know my friends
I couldn't stay with you all
Smile when you think of me
My body 's gone that's all

Dec 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

She found me out

not handsome though
luck came my way
she found me out
loved me one day

loved me one day
then one day more
she gave me a place
took me indoor

took me indoor
let me be within
loved me the way
I had never been

I had never been
handsome though
she saw me through
in one go

what's in a look

Dec 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Communion

shh! not one word
she says

these last few days
on the silent ride
we've loved more.

love is ever so hard
to express in words