Kindred Spirits - Hello Poetry

Jun 2018

Eleanor Rigby

I removed myself
And walked right through
The gates of hell -
I saw it all - blazing in flames
My sins before me -
Like two wolves on my porch
That came back
To devour me.

-- Eleanor

#wolves #gates #hell #blazing #flames #sins #porch #devour

Jun 2018

LS Martin

Toxic Timing

In my darkest hour
You shined a light on every
Minute that passed

Jun 2018

Innocent

Freedom

The road was wet from the morning rain.
Rain as sweet smelling as the flowers they fed.
Fed up with the world around her, she dreamed of being free.
Free, they say, is liberating.
Liberated from the chains that bind and fasten tightly.
Tightly she grips the ropes.
Ropes thrown to the sky capturing the stars.
Stars colliding gushing millions of gamma rays.
Rays that light the evening roads.
Roads wet from the morning rain.

May 2018

Reece

Speed Limit Signs, The Ghost of Old Roads

I'll ride the old phantom route 45
that runs right by this broken house
Her ghost roams still, and I get no sleep at night
So I'll pack my bag and grab the howling dog
and hit the old phantom 45

She plays the old 45s, on a record player with no platter
Oh phantom 45, she speaks to me at night
Stains remain on the bathroom floor
and so too, they exist on my heart

So to hit the old phantom 45, they call the 70 now
I'll hit 70 doing 70 and never look back
to the old phantom 45

The road sign still stands on the softly swollen ground
Outside the home we once shared
Now her restless spirit wanes in dusky drizzle
Since I hit the old phantom 45

May 2018

Traveler

OUT OF ORDER

If only I could
Explain
This strangeness
I've never known
A plague upon
My worn out heart
Tread marks
Upon my soul

Twisted emotions
Warped by time
My weary muse
Walks the line
It's more than some
Mere travesties
Something is damaged
In my inter being

Perhaps a bit to long in Hell
Forced to survive
The prison cells
The scourge that came
In the afterbirth
Societies label
Of my true worth

All these things
Forevermore
Below the surface
I lost this war
...

Traveler Tim

May 2018

Sjr1000

Can you tell me please

Can you tell me
please
which way now is home
I used to know, my dear
The way was clear
There was no fear

Tying my walking shoes
I knew I needed to get clear of here
thought I'd find
all that was dear

The road though, it is narrow
The cliff it is shear
My balance is
woozy

Can you tell me my dear

which way is home
which way do I go from here,
I think I oughta know
But the hills they are wavering
The ocean is in turmoil
The mountains are slick
far too dangerous

The desert has no mercy

I know something and with this knowledge
I think I must be cursed
I think I have it
Peace & Home
goes and comes
and comes and goes.

May 2018

Carson Alexander Defelice

I'm Still On My Feet

Black surges, forges piling emotion,
Foraging, attaining such predicted erosion.
Color the rubies to a diluted amber,
Brittle, dripped gems are toxic, I clamber
To the lamp as to see my implicit devotion.

Vitals ascend, and I can't perceive
This motionless forfeit I often receive.
Aid is essential, it holds potential,
To cure this conflicted, addicted vessel.
My heart on my sleeve, I'm undeceived.

I implore to explore, as breath, I leave,
So close to dying, I'm on the eve
Of darker clothing, and flowers to family,
Hallucinate my abnormalities.
Yet somehow, I am still on my feet-

All feedback is welcome and appreciated.

#anxiety #sleepless #depression #msk

May 2018

McKayla Kimpel

Reasons to Live

Hot pancakes at 11 PM,
dark roast coffee that burns my mouth,
Vanilla wafers and skim milk,
Moby's soft meow when she circles my toes,
the view from my messy desk,
frigid winter days,
frigid winter nights,
showing others my favorite movies,
feeling myself,
hearing loved ones say my name,
the thought of a stable future,
forehead kisses,
bad cult classics,
spontaneous day trips,
the ability to live for new things,
the feeling that I'll make it out just fine,
now knowing I'll make it out just fine