My Favourites - Hello Poetry

Oct 2016

Emily B

Sometimes I wonder

if I even survived
my childhood.

Maybe some part of me
is sleeping
up on the hill.

One of those
Nightmares
That I couldn't escape
Carried me off
In its jaws

and so maybe
I am planted.
Looking down
At all the people
I can't remember.

I hope that I am ashes.
I never wanted a stone.

Oct 2016

Sjr1000

Poet's Sanctuary

Of all the places
she sought to hide
She only found one
safe place inside
in dancing images
where the poetry
resides.

Sep 2016

JK Cabresos

Penned Words (10W)

Alone in the room,
my hands are stained
with poetry.

Sep 2016

South by Southwest

Man In Black

He walked the streets a begger
they buried him like a king
he played a six string guitar
he wore no golden ring

She had the voice of angels
survived a valley called death
then fearing no evil
she passed every test

They wrote the songs with sunsets
they walked the line together
they stood in a ring of fire
in love they burned forever

Tribute to Johnny Cash and June Carter

#love #muscians

Aug 2016

Akira Chinen

Pretty things

I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things

Aug 2016

DaSH the Hopeful

Home For The Lost

I get lost in your kiss
Yet feel at home on your **lips

#love #poetry #home #happy #lost #lips #you #kids #melanie #tgwly

Jul 2016

Rose

Blocked

Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure

Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****

Jun 2016

Ignatius Hosiana

Sometimes

the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces

#philosophy #melancholy #lonesome

Jun 2016

NV

baggage

and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.