howl at the moon - Hello Poetry

Mar 2015

Autumn

Shall I close my eyes tonight
The flowers enter mourning
I dreamt of tears flying from birds
And goats fleeing the pen

As I close my eyes tonight
I seek out the nightmares
Fright does not blind the eyes of forbidden anguish

As I close my eyes tonight i
Am you
And you are infinite in the reflection of every pond ocean lake mirror
For as my eyes close the reality is found
And the sun steps out from behind the cloud

Feb 2015

chimaera

La mer

an old fishermen village

narrow streets
unaware of time
asleep in the sun

ancient presence
of fishermen
and their nets
women seeking
the horizon
eyes narrowed in distress

ghostly presence

i stayed for hours
the tide flood in
violently
and went low
violently

i stayed
sat still
and watched
the clock mechanism
a gear
moving the earth
to the right
moving the sun
to the left
to sink it all
colours and light

and the fishermen
lit their pipes
and thought of
their women
and their warmeness

ghostly presence

an old deserted village
of dead fishermen
and their drowned women
the wreck of it all
in the haunting growl
of a nocturne sea

18.2.2015
la mer: french for 'the sea'

Feb 2015

Pax

starvation

How many times we starved ourselves
dreaming something that we can’t have…

How many times we deprived ourselves
from wanting the life we wanted the most
just because we lack something or
having the practical mind that it is not for us…

Sometimes we starved ourselves to limit our flight.
Bound by rules, responsibilities, duties,
or even culture, tradition and religion…
Despite all that, we balance everything
for what’s right, what feels right
The Weighing of the Heart ---

loosely inspired by a poem of a dear friend of mine (Belle), somehow this is a reflection on my part.

inspired by her two poems namely: The Weighing of the Heart & Starvation.

probably I'll delete this later on, it hurts sometimes to reflect the moments I passed on and just starve myself on some aspects of my life. I don't regret it, its just that sometimes you can't help to wonder why i've done that, even though you know yourself the reason why...

due to all your support my friends, I decided to kept this here for awhile longer... thanks all for reading

#hunger #deprived #starvation #lostdream

Feb 2015

Adam Kobosky

Kenophobia

You feel a sudden shift in time,
but you do not want to admit anything.
So we lie in bed,
because that seems like the only solution.
I fall asleep in your arms,
you write me this *ecliptic rhyme.
Only one I can solve,
as the new moon and stars set.
I slowly can feel chills,
an emptiness consumes my every thought.
I cannot bare to hold it all in,
my knees and hands hit the concrete.
Blood runs from my ears,
I yell but nothing comes out.
All my missing feelings and emotions
come back and devour my breath.
I frantically take my fist
and carve 'help' in the dirt.
Falling back I hit my head on the tree,
you wake me up hours later.
You swear I am alive,
but everything is drained.

Kenophobia is the fear of voids or empty spaces.
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You can feel empty, but still that somehow could
eat you alive, more than being occupied
with the real world.

#love #sad #depression #life #heart #pain #death #hurt #thoughts #you

Feb 2015

Samantha Ellis

thoughts

inhale
barely living, surviving
day dreams of being hit driving
crying myself to sleep
doesn't work to count sheep
hating who i am
minds a broken dam
thoughts flooding inside
i just want to hide
i never want to wake
nothing to give or take
feeling done with it all
fist punching the wall
am i mad
or am i sad
i don't know anymore
my inside is sore
i can't be fixed
feelings so mixed

exhale.

thoughts

Feb 2015

Adam Kobosky

|Letting Go||Giving In| (Collaboration with Leslie Foster)

Letting Go
What happen with us?
You told me we would be together,
but apparently we aren't.
Did I lie or was it something I said?
No, because you ignore me now!
That night me and you met,
was the greatest of my life yet.
But look at today,
you don't talk to me,
or even acknowledge me.
Its like you want to let go,
even though I don't.
I see your shadow everyday,
and as I see yours.
While all this happens,
I wonder if I could ever let go.

Giving In
(featuring Leslie Foster)**
You look at me like I ruined you,
like I ruined us.
I wish I know how to tell you,
how to tell you how I care.
I can't bare looking at you,
because the pain shakes my very soul.
I love you.
But my love will never fulfill you,
I don't know how to stop feeling so empty.
I’m giving in to my demons,
and I'm dragging you down to hell with me.
I’m sorry,
You don’t deserve this.
I just need help.
Please tell me how to stop giving in.

We all let go, but sometimes it is difficult to give in.
Be careful and stay alive everyone.
Leslie's hellopoetry is HabitsofMyHeart !
Go follow her! <3

#love #heartbreak #sad #depression #life #pain #death #i #you #collaboration

Feb 2015

wordvango

Moonlight Sonata

Spheres and nuances seances discordant melodies
played in the atmosphere
hear chords that seemed wrong
without the balance he shared
Ludwig my long lost genius hero
I listen now

Feb 2015

Joshua Haines

Seizure

I made love
to an email,
inside my
mind's
sugar shop.
I guess
our blood is
detailed;
I don't feel
until you're
shocked.

You say the things
I moan,
and I wear the things
you swear,
like, "I'd still see you,
even if you were
to disappear."

You kiss me before
I tell you that you're
silver-spoon-
melted-heart,
reassuring me
that you're ****** up,
and to just push
to watch you
fall apart.

We shake
because it's what
we forgive the most.
So, let's bite our tongues
and float north.

Feb 2015

Claire Gleeson

Silenced

If I scream under water,
Can no one hear me?
Because
They
Can
Not
Know.

#pain #water #sea #hidden

Feb 2015

wordvango

amore

amore hear the melody of....
       again again anon anon
bring a symphony of love
   to my ears sing with
perfect pitch the perfect song
     to the perfect end.

pause...... repose
   then here the flautist's
feathered twill
      the bass driving
the beat we tap our hearts
    together to

french horns and clarinets
     bringing fullness to the song of....
amore  amore...
  ever building the suspense

to a mutual end.

Spent, we cry,

          Bravo!   Bravo!