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build that wall
who said
that
that
that
who
needs
an wall job

she said let's build
an
love
who
says
we
will help
?













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 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Traveler
I took a familiar nightmare
For a frightening final ride
Facing all my failures
Feeble fable, foolishness
And freakishness, inside
Intense, **** ya, you bet!
To say the fracking least
The finality of a fearless
Forgotten rotten kind of beast
Now forever starving
At the final festive feast
.....................................
Traveler Tim

Babble in the name of creativity!!! (-;
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Eliot York
that i've been reading your poetry
(on the new front page)
and,

I ******* love
your words; your worlds;
it's like i'm,
    there. right there,
with you.

you see, i didn't do what you do--
         write my story aloud
--when i was fifteen, or even twenty-two

just an inch off the ground
                        i confided in clouds
stayed lost (was a puff too proud)

that was then, sure, but even today
   (it's 11:11, now)
putting any of it down
committing to this word, not that
this sentiment,
      not that
this meaning
       (and not simultaneously that)
              is walking through fire

and so, for leading the way
           let me just say,
                       i love you

and please,
don't ever stop.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
bones
13w.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
bones
Am I really a poet,
If all I ever write about,
Is you?
Feeling insecure today.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
raquezha
Strings
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
raquezha
Six years
Six String
*** and Flings

You came home crying
Stuck in between of
Fighting and trying

There's a fine line between
Loving, Liking and *******
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Q
My Last Poem
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Q
So this journey has come to an end
Whether you don’t know me at all
Or think of me as your best friend
This is my goodbye, my final call.

Thank you for the adventure; thank you for your time. I have nothing left to give, no words left to rhyme. This is my last, I’ll leave with a whisper. This is all I have, what I began writing for.

Should you ever neeed a shoulder, please find me. No matter where I go in life, where you need me is where I’ll be. Hold me tightly in your thoughts and I will hold you in my heart.

Merry meet, dear rhymers, and merry part.
This is the last of my poetry. Thank you for sticking it out with me for the past four years. I've decided to focus on other goals I have since my life is essentially falling apart. Poetry was an outlet for me, but it more feels like another way to indulge my burgeoning escapism.

So, I've decided to take away the place I escape to so I can relearn how to face problems head on. I've got a lot of self-adjustments to make in the near future and this is just one of them.

Of course, if I am contacted on HP, I'll come flying back to respond because it's been home for years, but I will (most likely, hopefully, probably) no longer post here.

Again: Thank you for the fond memories,
Q.
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Mims
Impact
 Jan 2018 Isabelle
Mims
I knew you

and you knew me

Our messages told stories

of us taking over the galaxy
Diary #1
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