Mirror - Hello Poetry

Feb 2017

Nickols

I'll remember you as you were.
Innocent; out against the bluest of blue.
Where the sky hangs low,
on the veil of green lands.

I'll think of you.
From time to time.
With a soft thought,
and a gentle smile.

A fond memory,
To get me through
this storm.

However,
I'd cut off my own hand,
before I ever reach for you again.

For you are the thorns
on a red, red rose.
The gleaming needle waiting
to be threaded.
The nefarious laced poison
dipped in candy.

I wouldn't dare reach for you.
Because the pain may fade,
But the scars you left,
Will always be the same.

I rather remember you in fondness,

Than you as a black heartless.

Call it a botched memory.

I'll call it 'trying to get by'.

Jan 2017

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Untitled

Man is incapable of prospering
in total , unchecked freedom ...
His greed will never allow it* ...

Jan 2017

Nickols

Downhearted confessions.

I'm broken beyond repair.

A thinning string, eventually, snapping under extreme force.

A shattered piece of glass under ****** feet.

A crestfallen melody, playing on a skipping record player.

I am nothing.

An empty room, barren of any light.

A dark hole, filled with dirt and worms.

Rust and paint flecking off a dejected car.

It hurts.

Like a back which hides the knife.

An accusation flung towards me,
without any precedence towards the cause.

My rights taken away from me.

My hopes dashed before my very eyes.

I am hurting.
For I am broken.
Because I am nothing.

Feeling rather useless right now *dejected sigh*

#sad #depression #sadness #depressed

Jan 2017

Nickols

the voice inside you calls

I know heaven from the lines on your face.

You know truth by the lies being told.

I know I've sinned from the tears in your eyes.

No one prays, until they're in pain.
They don't believe in God, till a war has been won.

I'm not a demon if there's no fire in my eyes,
my ghostly feeling are authentic,
Even if they're not spoken in tongue.

You're not an angel with wings cast from soot.
A pedestal built upon lies I have said.

Will you move when the voice inside you calls?

Will you stay when y(our) light begins to dim?

Or might you, show me the wrong I have wrought?

And together, we will let love in.

#love #together #overcoming

Dec 2016

Anubis the Philosomancer

Comfort Zone

The Comfort Zone
is a beautiful place
but an infertile one

Dec 2016

nivek

hits the spot

Strong coffee hits its own personal spot
in mouth, mind, reviving life from the half dead.
She gets you going through gears you forgot you had.
Sends you down the highway without as much as a look back.
And you arrive in an alternate Universe, an alien to your former self.

Nov 2016

GaryFairy

troubled times

The television blinds us from seeing
the real ways of the human being
it only brings falseness to our minds
these are such troubled times

leaders speak of peace, while killing
those words are only filling
convicted of their human crimes
these are such troubled times

preachers preach, but ears won't listen
there's something gone, something's missing
so many caught up in life's binds
these are such troubled times

Nov 2016

nivek

RIP Leonard

there's a dead man who sits in the corner of the room and sings everyday
he looks kind of familiar, but I'm not sure
he looks kind of happy, kind of in love, kind of free
I watch him everyday, and listen to him sing
he ain't bad, I can tell by his smile, but he ain't good either
but he keeps on singing, Alleluia, and points at the man in the mirror.

Nov 2016

Nickols

Inside story.

"I'm not mad."

Narrator: She was angry. And maybe even a little resentful.