woah - Hello Poetry

Jul 2014

Milyan McKissack

Artist

Pencils, pastels, pens,
and black ink.
Sharp knives, razors, blades
and red "ink".
I'm an artist and everything
is
my
canvas.
My world is more
black and red,
rather than black and white;
because what's the point of life
if you don't have a mess to clean up?
Spilled blotches of reds
arraid in the white cracks of the canvas.
A beautiful masterpiece
in the eyes of the mad.
But I need to stop
and save my ink for another day.
Because for some odd reason
I always find my self painting
when I'm sad.
It's too bad,
this piece was one of my best.
Depression aside.
Let me clean up my floor,
I mean canvas.
And put my knife away,
I mean paint brush.
And get the band aids out,
because not everybody likes my art.
They say beauty is only skin deep,
but really,
I've made it to the bone.

#poem #poetry #beautiful #beauty #skin #scars #painting #canvas #artist #knife

May 2014

kyla marie

15 texts I (almost) sent you

I can't believe how amazing you are. You're the only person who's made me feel this special in a long time [delete]

are you sure you just want to be 'friends', I think I'm in love with you [delete]

can I have a goodbye kiss? I love your kisses, they taste like summer [delete]

I wish you would just say "Hi" to me in the hallways [delete]

that girl you always walk with is beautiful, I can understand why you didn't want me [delete]

when you told me I was beautiful and **** and all you would ever want, was that all a lie too? [delete]

I got a mosquito bite today and it reminded me of when we slept outside and were attacked by them [delete]

it smells like the nights we spent together [delete]

one, two, three...I've lost count of how many drinks are for you [delete]

I wish you thought about me as much as I think of you [delete]

why are your words stuck in my head [delete]

I was naive and young, I'm sorry I actually thought you loved me [delete]

it's been months since the summer nights we spent together. please tell me you miss me. [delete]

my chest hurts. my heart aches. everything about you from the way your lips tasted to how I got chills down my spine from just one touch makes me want to explode [delete]

the blood running down my wrist contains the words you said but never meant [delete]

May 2014

Clindballe

Daddy why don't you protect me?

Growing up I thought that he treated me like I deserved and how he was supposed to. That it was normal.
As I got older I learned that none of my friends were treated that way. There was a reason for why it was kept a secret.
That isn't how you raise someone but it was how he was raised so matter of course that I should be as well.
Fathers are supposed to protect their children, but what if they can't and they are the main source of the pain.
I have to look him in the eyes everyday like nothing ever happened. Like everything is okay but it's not and it never will be.
As if it wasn't enough that he raised me to act like everything is okay all the time he can't even tell the truth.
He's a liar.
A filthy liar who isn't man enough to confess to what he has done.
Nothing can ever remedy what he did.

Written: May 5. - 2014

#pain #daddy #remedy #protect #filthy

May 2014

Julie Butler

w h i s k e y

Pouring whiskey down my neck
like what the heck
***** you're reckless
you ain't fancy
wearing liquor like a necklace
you're suppose to be growing
you're acting so feckless
you haven't crossed one word
off that to do or that checklist
you're infectious
and not like a smile
but more like a pile
of junk
stung out
for miles and miles
it's wild to me that you pretend to defend
the fact that this woman is not just your friend
in the end I recommend you extend your arm farther
before you end up to be just like your father
it's getting harder for me to act like I'm not bothered
when i'm talking to myself here
and i'm not getting stronger
i'm alone and i'm scared
i'm not prepared to be slaughtered
with all this fighting going on
it's not making me smarter
but i'm using my weight this time
and i'm hitting much harder
i just did another shot
i guess tonight i need armor

May 2014

Mahalea Isis

Suicidal Rain

Suicidal Rain
Can you feel the pain?
It pours over me as it burns my skin
There is no kin
There is no friends
There is no end
But to put an end to you
Mom said it’s the end for him who is committing
But this is only a start for the committee

A journey to sadness
Tears fill you up
You cry and you have everything running through your mind

But you just put that gun up to your head
Put that knife up to your skin
Put that rope up to your neck
Put that pill bottle to your lips
Put your feet on that ledge and you don’t even think

Actions speak louder than words
When you can no longer speak
Suicide is a coward’s way out they said
Or maybe a paradise for the weak
Cause life picks you up and knocks you down
But sometimes so hard you want to stay on that ground
And don’t make a sound
So no one turns around
Cause you don’t want help
You just want a way out

So there comes the night
And you do what you believe is right
And you black out
No more thoughts,
No more sights,
No more sighs,
No more fright
No more light
No more any of that
You don’t have to try

While family sits by the casket and cries
"Why oh why?"
"What could we have done!"
Young life is supposed to be filled with fun

Fame comes with heartache, hurt, and drama
But once you leave the hurt is all on ya dad and momma
Or whoever you love
And they wonder is he down below or up above
You pray to God “Forgive me for this is the last of my sinning”
But with doing all this are you losing or winning?
You got out of a life that caused you sadness
But left people with unheard cries and madness

Cause sometimes it’s better to let things go
Because those hints you gave just didn’t show
Not until the action was finished
And every single piece of life was already diminished

So from all of this, what did we gain
From the horrible thoughts that you brought to life and attained
And from the messages you put out there, we thought you were playing
And not in the process of another life just slowly decaying

And people send their condolences and say it’s a shame
It’s more than shame, it’s a sequence to the chain
And now the only wish is for life to be the same
But how could it be when you’ve already felt that suicidal rain?

Wrote this about one of my favorite YouTubers who committed suicide last year. I also incorporated my own feelings that I had when I thought about suicide into this poem.

May 2014

Mahalea Isis

Ugly

Fighting back tears, it pains me to hear
The word that always lingers throughout my thoughts
The word that makes me cringe in sadness
The reason I don't wear dresses that are strapless
The reason I could never be an actress

My confidence is lacking, the word is attacking and hijacking
My mental and suddenly I'm adapting
To the rage burning in my heart like everlasting matches
It burns me to say it, but I say it all the time
To remind myself of why I will always have to lie
Cause when people ask me questions, I always say I'm fine
Even though I want to lie in the puddle where I cried
And drown myself slowly, but not necessarily die
Just come back alive, more beautiful this time

Pressured by society and everybody by me
That being pretty is the goal cause in the real world no one will lie to me
Nowadays a girls dream is to be able to drop jaws
Be admired and complimented and leave people staring in awe
Be stunning, not even perfect, but have minimal flaws
Why do insults flow easily and no one thinks it's wrong?

Ugly
The word unflattering itself
And us as insecure, are disgusted with ourselves
And sometimes we break down in the mirror yelling for help
Cause who is truly happy when they wish to be someone else?

Ugly
Scars lacing our bodies
Speaking loud enough when our thoughts get a bit foggy
People stare at these memories and tell us we're crazy
It decorates the pain like a poisonous pastry

Ugly
Why is it that we constantly hear
This word that some might consider their biggest fear
It's embarrassing, degrading, it weakens us deeply
I wear all black and walk through the hallways discreetly
I want no one to notice who I am anymore
I have locked my true self behind bars and steel doors
Cause I have a secret wish that one day maybe I could be adored
But my reflection isn't the reason that I am so destroyed

It's ugly
That word has broken me down
That I cry anytime there isn't anyone around
And it's amazing to see how many people are self conscious
Over this word which in itself is monstrous and obnoxious
Nowadays I wonder if anyone has a conscience
Cause if they did, why would they continuously spread all this nonsense?
You can't brush it off like its stupid and it isn't constant
And like it doesn't turn people from confident to rotten

Ugly
One day hopefully, I'll break out of this mindset
Cause it's kept me from doing things which I now seem to regret
It's kept me from happiness and the feeling of tranquility
And dragged me to the hell where lies depression and hostility
And now I long for a day where it will all happen so suddenly
I will look at my reflection and will say

"I'm not ugly."

Wrote this a couple weeks ago and sadly I'm still struggling with my insecure and confidence issues, as I have been for years. It's difficult always being self conscious but I don't know how to change. It's a constant battle within in myself. But oh well.

#suicide #cutting #depression #regret #hate #***** #sadness #depressed #anxiety #stupid

May 2014

Issa

Bottle and key

the bottle is

the
bottle
is

the bottle is empty

had its contents been precariously dealt with
or
drop by drop assimilated?

assimilated?by the cloths of
silk pashmina cashmere
or the blackness of a tuxedo

i might never
ever
know, my father forgets

to the left

to
the
left

to the left of the bottle
is another bottle
quite smaller.

it is filled with
pink liquid
half full--or half empty

barely used by its
current owner
it smells like apples

and by the bottles is

and
by
the
bottles
is

and by the bottles is a ring
with two keys
that open locks somewhere

of COURSE!

why, what else would you
use a key
for?

the darkest
alternative for a key's usage, though
is to

hurt
some
body
with
it

metal
grinding the
skin

and the bottles

and
the
bottles

and the bottles thrown
the former can shatter
the latter houses a liquid

but,

but,
but,
but,

why?

#peace #life #death #hurt #key #bottle

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