Beautiful - Hello Poetry

Dec 2015

sol

Vows

Love is not beautiful,
but it is not broken, either.
It is always somewhere in between.

#love #broken #beautiful

Oct 2015

Sean Critchfield

Mosaic

Give them to me.
All the pieces of your broken heart.
Give them to me.

I'll take them.

All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Give them to me.

They are wanted here.

All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you.

Give them to me.

And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be.

Let me have them.

And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground.

I will take them.

And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings.

Let me have them.

And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them.
Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful.

Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture.

Our Psalms. Our Proverbs:

“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.”

“If it were not for him, it would have been us.”

“You were all my brightest colors.”

“I wish I were more like you.”

“I wish I were less like me.”

“I am sped.”

And we will read them at dawn like litany.

Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both.

That we may take them.

And make a blanket.

A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last.

I will take them.

All the parts you no longer want.

Give them to me.

Because they are what make us beautiful.

Give them to me.

That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings.

That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

This was a birthday gift to myself. I am giving it to you.

Aug 2015

Davon Brown

P3@€£

Peace is only what you as a individual see as the perfect life or as a perfect happiness. At that moment everything around you seems so beautiful and nice, this is what I see as true peace. There is no such thing as a utopia except in your dreams.

Aug 2015

Sannie

Untitled

I can not describe how good it feels to fall asleep in your arms.
But I will try to anyways...
Sleeping next to you is what I imagine death will be like.
Now I know that sounds harsh, but think of it this way.
Whenever I lay next to you, my heartbeat slows down bit by bit.
My eyes close and my mind finally stops running.
I feel safe and loved and that's how I would want my death to be.
But sleeping next to you is also very dangerous.
It is like an addiction to me.
Because everytime I sleep next to you, it gets harder to fall asleep on my own.

Jun 2015

Ryan James

Watercolours

From the softness of her wrist
Bleeds vibrant shades of red
But all she sees is black and white
A beating heart but dead
As tears cascade across her cheek
From kaleidoscopic eyes
Feels not but the paralysis
Sees only greyer skies
So blind to her own beauty
She breathes her final breath
Gone are the watercolours
Now shadowed by her death

#suicide #depression #beauty #darkness

Jun 2015

Curing

The Bus

Your scent it drifts
The breeze's gift
And locks me to your soul
Your smile fills
My soul with thrills
Look, now I've lost control
Your raven eyes
Lay bare my lies
And swallowed my heart whole
What chance had I
When you passed by
My heart and breathe you stole

#bus #intoxicated #curing

Apr 2015

Alexandria Rae Mason

45.

Breaths heavy like the rocks that plummet in your gut.
Unfaltering, uncompromising
Hard like difficulty like it is loving someone like it is letting go like it is digesting rocks
Because rocks aren't meant for your gut
So it's hard
Loving someone isn't meant for letting go
So it's never easy.
Let's be easy like apples pies, no, bean pies because those are more rare
Easy like falling without fear because you have someone to hold on to.

Aug 2014

Tawanda Mulalu

Poems About Glass.

I.

In a world made of glass
I am your home
and you have begun
to throw stones...

...because maybe you forgot
that you can still see the world outside
without breaking me.

Not only that,
but your home had a door.

II.

Science says, that as glass, you will do a number of things
to my white light.
Let us assume then, that you are prism.
Let us also assume that it is a coincidence
that 'prism' rhymes with 'prison.'

Regardless:

When I go through you, my white light
will scatter
into a rainbow. While together
we are momentarily beautiful...
...one cannot help but wonder
about my sacrifice.

I've been torn apart into different colours.
No longer myself.
Just so you could have this poem.

We were freestyling poetry via comments on Facebook. It got kinda real. XD

#firstadventuresinadolescentheartbreak

Aug 2014

Тадеус

A Smile

Radiant glow of a smile on your face
Is like the warming light of firefly.
Smile. Turn the frown around
And your day embrace.

*Тадеус