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 Mar 2014 jo forstrom
Alex Parka
Darkness growing over the horizon
i looked onto the other side
to find my way as i embrace dark fogs

The cold damp leafs soiling my feet
Twigs cracking as i walk pass

owls singing their horrifying melody
Sending chills through my spins
With its distressed harmony

Wolves howling across the mountains
Looking for preys to devour

The tidal waves clapping hard
on the ocean walls
Causing plain sight
Of beautiful agitation

The vigor of the ocean
Filled my lungs
With its acrid temper

i sink gradually into its depth  
waiting for my end to come.
 Mar 2014 jo forstrom
kyla marie
I've tried to paint a picture
in infinite watercolors
of my beating fist sized muscle
belonging to another soul other than yours

your psyche wraps around mine like smoke
but this thick white smoke
never seems to fade
or get washed away with the brisk winds of summer
I wish you were with me
The way we liked to be
Today I'm not alone
But then,you were never gone
No matter how much they tried
True love has never died
We are holding our hands so tight
.....our hopes ever so high,
My love do not despair,
You are not alone out there.
Take the pain of before
and hold on to it no more
Let the sound of the rain
drum out all the unwanted pain.
Forgive and Forget
like there's nothing left
Dream of better days
like flowers blossoming in May
And say goodbye
to everything that makes you cry.
 Mar 2014 jo forstrom
Hoshontomba
Cold fingertips, cold glass.
Odd how the daily routine transformed
from normal to haunting
in seconds flat.

In an instant her face filled with stress,
eyes a window to things falling apart.
Slow movements made it seem
as if time had stopped.
Such a blank look on her face
made the heartbreak evident,
The drop of her fragile heart
could be felt with one glance.

Through the halls she moved
distressed;
tears clearly blocking her vision.
Pacing back and forth only caused
the small room to close in tighter.
An illusion.
Voices; a jumbled mess actually,
turned to white noise
rising louder and louder.
Still the ticking of the clock
stood out as immensely as her pain.

Such a sorrowful sound her crying was,
as it had appeared that she was
no longer breathing.

How could it be true?
An instant,
unbearable heaviness descended.
Her knees giving out,
the flowing of tears continuing
soundlessly as she sank
to the ground.

*21 is not supposed to be a year to die,
it is supposed to be the year to live.
Rest in peace, dear friend.
 Mar 2014 jo forstrom
Mary Ab
If ...
 Mar 2014 jo forstrom
Mary Ab
If only love would be able to know how much I love you !
He would  now be passionately wishing to be my beloved ...
love you mom <3
 Mar 2014 jo forstrom
Amanda
B r ok
                                en  Hearts,
you try your very best

with those unspoken, silenced words etching into your rib-cage,
unconscious smiles with dazed eyes of sweet, sweet memories blanketing your vision,

to jigsaw them back into something like before.

Before, your eyes winked at mine.
Before, your fingertips said shy Hello's to mine.

But really, it is just
pale, pale imitations.

Just wait till someone colours it

red.

It will be lovely,
no
lovelier.

I promise.
HiHiHi!
How are you doing today?
x
P.S I am absolutely digging this new layout for Hello Poetry. EEEEK. <3
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