Kindred Spirits - Hello Poetry

Jul 2016

Meg

The main reason I haven't killed myself yet is that if I do,
no one will know all the thoughts and ideas and dreams I've had.
No one will know exactly how my mind works.
No one will know that I think my ceiling fan looks kind of like the moon
or that I use ink across my wrist instead of a blade
or that I am utterly puzzled by the universe and its secrets
or all of the questions that plague my mind when sleep deprivation has stolen my inhibitions.
My mind and all its complex mysteries would completely vanish from the world the second I
swallowed one too many pills
or made the last slash in my skin
or let gravity take me
or finally pulled the trigger.
That is the only reason I have held on so long.
It's almost as if I can pretend I matter in this world.
Almost.

At least, that's what I tell myself.

#death #pretend

Jul 2016

DaSH the Hopeful

The Ever Elusive Big Buzz

My artistic tendencies have been asleep
Wake me up
Confetti coming when the cake is cut
Make sure to rake it up
Taking puffs to feel the same only made my visions change
Still mixing liquor, rain and other liquids To **** the pain
Plain paper bag with the key to life inside it
Problem being I only conceptualize it when Im high
Trip and fall and lose altitude
The earth is coming fast
I'm bout to hit rock bottom still praying my high will last

#love #life #living #drugs #fun #high #liquor #bottom #elusive #buzz

Jul 2016

Valsa George

On a Dentist's Chair

I sat on the dentist’s chair
With an aching tooth, feeling hell
The dentist seemed quite pleased
As he opened my mouth and surveyed

‘There are holes to be filled
And the plaque to be removed
It needs a few sittings
At the end, you’ll have a set of fine teeth’!

His gentle assurance was so comforting
And I thought my jaws no more have to suffer
The pangs and torments of an aching tooth!
He then, in a narrow syringe
Injected something into my gum
I knew a numbness creeping in
Until at last I felt a hard rock within
Now, like an expert work man
He began his rigorous craft
Loud machines began to boom
The chair got flattened
From 'verticality'
I got changed into 'horizontality'

And the overhead apparatus came down
Like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
With blaring lights blinding my vision,
I lay torpid as if my body was strapped
The doctor took out his steel and hammer
And started tapping and chipping
Drilling and boring
Though numb, I could still feel the pull and tug
The crooked forceps and pliers
Made all the nerves in my head irk
My mouth was filled with saliva
And I felt a sprout of blood inside
He stuffed some gauze and resumed his work
I wanted to yell, ask him to stop
But being gagged, I couldn’t utter a word
My pupils dilated
My lips quivered
My tongue got parched
I gasped for breath

With a mix of cement and sand (?)
He began filling and plastering
Scrubbing and polishing

Helplessly lying on the dentist’s chair,
I wondered
What whips and stings one has to endure
To end the pain and give the teeth a shine!

The torture I underwent on a visit to the dentist inspired me to write this... I thought I shall write on something a little less serious after a series of 'preachy' poems..... Dear friends, please take good care of your teeth or else you will have holes in your wallet and will be made to pass through such harrowing experiences !

Jul 2016

Commuter Poet

I come from nowhere

I come from nowhere
Im certain
No country defines
Who I am
I was born in a time
But not in a place
I come
From nowhere
I just
Am

Don’t say
You own this, I own that
Don’t tell me
That yours is the land
Don’t hurt
My brothers
And sisters
Just because a map says you can

For I come from nowhere
I know
I was born in a time not a place
Our mothers just want to nurture
All children
Regardless of their race

Don’t kid me that
You ‘own’ a building
Don’t fool me that you understand
That money means value
And owning it
Makes yours a wonderful clan

For I come from nowhere
I think
I was born in a time not a place
The world are my brothers and sisters
And nothing can take their place

So don’t lock the food in your cupboard
Don’t steal all the fish from the deep
Don’t siphon off oil
And triple the price
And rip off the poor and the weak

For you come from nowhere
Im sure
We drifted in ether together
We wondered what kind of life to lead
Before choosing our father and mother

So tear down the walls that divide us
And rip all the maps up and see
Just what we can do together
To make this place happy and free

For I come from nowhere
I'm certain
No country defines
Who I am
I was born in a time
But not in a place
I come
From nowhere
I just
Am

24th July 2016

Jul 2016

Gary

Never losing hope

Whenever I lose the sense to believe.
I just look around at all the people who support and believe in me.
Strength not only comes from your heart, but also the hearts of those around you.

Jul 2016

r

Feeling the dark, like light

Everything is asleep
and in pain, in love
and dreaming
about another life
I say to myself,
it is time I take my own
lookout, unfaithful
sailors know they can't
see a thing but they keep
their place on the prow
out there in the darkness
where boats are colliding,
oh yes, they are blind
or awake feeling the dark
like light, like those levels
of cold and heat underwater,
you know what I mean,
when you are dreaming
or in danger, that place
where fish live and sleep,
sometimes I think I understand
everything, but I know that
I am wrong, and incredible
as it seems, the shadow I see
when I'm hung, I want to think
of hideouts in the mountains
where a man can go to die there.

Jul 2016

Nicholas A McNutt

Every Now and Then

Every now and then, day will come and night shall rest
You can't recall your dreams, since you haven't slept
You feel you've lost yourself, as the sun rises above
Looking out on the horizon, past everything that was
No idea what is wrong, something sure is amiss
Some things, you just got to figure out yourself
There will be times, it all seems to be too hard
You will fall, you may bleed. A small boat caught out at sea.
A drift in thought, you seem to lean. Too far over the edge you'll be.

No way to resurface, no coming back to the ship
You'll never be unchanged, the light won't feel the same
No warmth to find, caught up in your own mind
Day won't be your friend, night has betrayed you again
This may pass, a mere storm
You'll keep sailing, journey some more
There will be danger, I promise you've grown stronger
The rocks underneath, slam and they churn. Time don't wait for the perfect storm.
Just remember, a sailor still on deck. Never knows what he shall learn

Now you know, every now and then
There will be struggle, but you will be okay my friend
Night will come, day shall rest
You deserve to dream again

- Nicholas A. McNutt

Jul 2016

martin

necessary (10 words)

-Necessities to agree-

-Something for you-

-And something-

for me!

Jul 2016

b e mccomb

blankets

December
and anyone in the
woods could see the five
idiots on the back deck.

wrapped in blankets
and circled up like
Indians who drink cranberry
Canada Dry ginger ale.

Saturday afternoon
empty house
i wish i felt
different.

sunshine flickering
through the steam between
my fingers and over the
furry blanket.

i've always liked looking
out the back windshield
with swollen eyes at
what i'm leaving behind.

home again and
nothing is different
it's just i've
gotten worse.

and i'm crying
when it hits me
i'm finally
alone.

but i have a
blanket to wrap
myself up in
so everything's fine.

Copyright 12/5/15 by B. E. McComb

#sad #lonely #alone #winter #sunlight #morning #blankets #poetfreak

Jul 2016

ThePoet

• Words •

The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

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