Kate - Hello Poetry

Kate Mar 31

You can’t eat money.
Not when every river has dried up. Not when every tree has burned, its ashes coating the sky—when our children think it’s snow.
Not when the world is too hot to inhabit. When our scarred bodies bear the marks of explosions nearby.
You can’t eat money.
Not when our teeth have fallen from the radiation.
Not when our fingers are gone, our brains decimated—our regret the only thought we have left:
How did we let this happen?

not when it’s all that is left.

Kate Mar 29

contemplation

At the end of the day, you settle down and glance around.
You think endlessly.
You realize that you have not one person to call to.
Not one person who cares enough about the singular organism that is you.
Not your mother, your father, your brother.
Not your friends who only pretend to like you for the sake of it— only to talk behind your back.
My darling, who is really true to me?
Myself?
Not even I can trust myself.
What shall I do?
Shall I end it here without a second thought?
Or should I write?
My love, should I **** my self or sink onto the endless delusions of my own mind, splattered on paper?

Mar 27

Hamzah

Shall we?

Forever is never mine
nor yours
Not even ours

For long is much more probable
Although ends are inevitable
Yet the chase is impeccable

So, shall we try?

Kate Mar 27

locking your heart.

Give me the key.
The key to your heart.
That desolate place you hold so dearly to yourself.
It seems empty to others, but I feel as though it is too full.
Full enough for you to feel every little thing ever, yet you hide it.
Why can’t you let me in?

Kate Mar 18

lifetimes

I can’t do everything in one lifetime.
I want to be a writer— a poet, and yet I’d like to explore the stars, discover planets.
I’d like to act in every big-name movie, but I’d also love to sing my heart out in meaningless songs that others can’t quite comprehend.
I’d like to move countries, change my name, forget my old self— but I also want to embrace who I truly am, at my core.
Time.
There never seems to be enough of it.
If only we were given several lifetimes to figure ourselves out, to breathe life at its purest form, and see our souls in the way we know is right.
If only we could glimpse the countless endings hidden in every small beginning.

Mar 11

Carlo C Gomez

Here Comes Treble

This is not a common era

The trouble is threefold

Drinking from an empty glass

Opening the door to strangers

Walking along these jagged cliffs

If you tolerate this

Your children will be next

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