Poems that Speak to Me - Hello Poetry

May 2015

i am miss brightside

I want to do a movie-marathon,
Running from morning til noon to midnight.
Watch all the saddest movies ever filmed.
Or spend this day reading stories, novels, proses.
All told by broken souls, fueled by heartaches.
'Til all these pain metamorphose and birthed into tears.
'Til all these hurt goes away along with this release.

For,

I am growing tired of saying "It's okay. I'm fine."
Enough of the lies!
Those lines..
It kept me from being human,
For it suppress
the cries,
the screams,
the state of fragility.
It kept me from feeling weak,
from being vulnerable.

And,

I need to hear your voice, to soothe my restless soul.
I need to feel your hands holding mine, making me feel that i am not alone.
I need to see that look in your eyes, penetrating inside me,
reviving embers of my being
that is slowly drifting away.
I need to...
Oh please!
I need you.
Anything you can offer to take away this emptiness.

*Until I can see I.
Until I can hear me.
Until I can feel and be myself again.

I cannot cry when I'm depress.
And right now, i cannot cry.
I'm in so much need of tears.

#sad #depressed #tears #stretched

Apr 2015

Pax

sea of thoughts

I’m tired of carrying you at my back.
Keeping you well fed
to the point I starved myself.

Did you often wonder what I feel?
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?

The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.

These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.

© 2013 Pax

a very heavy old fragment, still hung around, carrying, starving, well someday in someway I'll be able to let you go....

#depression #thoughts #sea #tired #exhaustion #starved

Jan 2015

Rj

Pitiful Walls

How many times
Will you knock down
The pitiful wall
Of self esteem that
Took so long to build
And how many times
Will this pillow
Soak my tears because
Of my own father

#hate #selfesteem

Dec 2014

eunsung aka Silas

rage

sometime I feel so much
rage inside of me

deep seated anger seethes
usually lying dormant till
it's called out

no matter how spiritual I get
I haven't been able to befriend
my anger

anger boils to rage
and I want to take it out on
the people closest to me

the wheel of suffering turns
and I feel so powerless

#anger #suffering #rage

Dec 2014

Poetic T

My Noose

The noose has my pain
Tied in to it, words
were never enough
As it
Tightened
Released
Silence
Was spoken, swinging
I was not upon earth
Yet in the air,
I was set free, the thread
Entwined my
Suffering,
Disturbed,
Thoughts,
Were suppressed, never to be
heard aloud, I was silent
The noose was my moment
Of clarity, it tells all the words not said,
My life is less, my life is free gliding upon the *noose.

Some words are to painful to write only actions write the moments needed to be spoken

#suicide #words #pain #free #enough #clarity #hanging

Dec 2014

Traveler

HEAVENLY HEARTS

The Moon and her stars
The Sun and his rays
In lover's pursuit
For all of their days
A Star is born
In eternal light
Flickering dreams
Strive to take flight

In proximity of
The Giver of Life
She spins in dark skies
The goddess of night
In the absence of
Her lover's smile
The howls of doom
Greet the wild

The promise of heaven
Was not his to give
Two hearts lost forever
And so shall we live...

Ode to... The Moon of course!.

Dec 2014

Sjr1000

Is anybody home?

Is anybody out there
Is anybody home?
Is anybody out there
Is anybody home?

The lights are shinning in my eyes
I can't see a thing,
the silence is
so deafening,
I can sing,
I can dance,
but
My words are falling
into dust and ash,
Is there anybody
out there?
Is there anybody
home?

I know there are
so many times
I know I need to
be alone.
I can hear my
voice a whispering
I can hear my songs
being sung
into this empty silence
even before I have
begun.

A satellite without a planet
a planet without a sun
a motherless child at the park
without a room to call
her own,
a life without a tomb,
Is there anybody
out there?
Is there anybody
home?

A heart without
a lover,
empty pages
without a story
time with no beginning
time without an end.

A freeway with no exit,
a ticket without a destination
a sunrise without a plan,
soaring with no place to land.

It's hard to be a god
in this universe alone
and all your creations
have taken the first bus home,
as the house lights fade
and
the last intermission is done
and
no one is listening
and
no one is home.

Nov 2014

ryn

So Little, So Much

Everyone's got their own to nurse
Every moment, every day
They lament in the verses of their curse
Daily... More would be incited to join the fray

They want to be seen and heard
They want to be consoled
From the petty absurd
To death's design enrolled

Counting on ready ears
And arms open wide
For me to wipe my tears
And be by their side

But I too, am living my own
I too, bleed my pen dry
I too, feel the misfit of my bones
I too, have my recurrent days to ply

I guess that's just being human
Expecting solace through words of grievance
We try so feebly to share the weight of burden
In the hopes that we'd plot our existence

I understand that the urge is great
So much so that we tend to forget
Others too, have had enough on their own plate
On which we pile our leftovers without regret

I am still here but.. It's time for some quiet
Be all I could be with minimal words said
For right now it's not working, this illusion of an outlet
Because I still see demons when I lay in bed

People can't do much with something so brittle
One could stay afloat if he learns to shout
I wish I could be more to everyone but I know so little...
Of what I feel so much about...

#idontknowwhattodo #idontknowwhattofeel