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I stare in the mirror at this girl,
A girl who's lost her way.
I sit here, my mind in a swirl.
But weirdly I'm okay.

I look at the empty pill bottle,
And I know death fills me.
I'm empty like that bottle.
I know heaven may reject me.

I couldn't handle all the pains.
I'm weak.
The pills poisoning my veins.
A better place is what I seek.

These eyes watch me die.
I'm not afraid.
Actually I can't lie.
I'm very afraid.

Maybe this wasn't the best,
Maybe there was a chance for me.
Maybe it was all a test.
But now it's too late for me.

There's no saving me.
 Aug 2015 LeAnne Bowyer
Helen
you don't understand how long some people have been here
you don't understand the changes we've seen
you don't understand how much we've longed for the people to
be who they be
you don't understand how it breaks our hearts
to see such infighting
bought to our world from other pages
used to back biting
you don't understand, for us
that have believed from the start
that Hello Poetry was once a place
where we always laid our heart
we gave over our life to this place
we endured every change
when you see something different here
know we have suffered more than this strange
once upon a time
in an awesome time and place
when people googled

Poetry
they found this space
they found inspiration
they found laughter that never ends
they found confidantes and a place
to plant
a never ending garden of friends
So if you're from another site
drawn here by the skin of tooth
sit a while in our midnight garden
and I'll speak to you a truth

Hello Poetry has been my best friend
for over 5 years, and all the friends
I've found on here, they've danced beneath my laugh, and held onto me so tight
that if I ever fall so wrong, they'll make
it all right


And that's the saddest thing
about Hello Poetry today...
is that most don't try
to make true friends
really real friends
or interact with them
in any meaningful way
Honestly, in over 5 years I've seen it all, every single change, the arguments, the kisses, the makeups, the losses and the successes... what I really hate to see is the pettiness, the juvenile and puerile ugliness that escapes from another shore, only to find themselves washed upon our beach.... Sorry, we roast such sorry carcasses, then we eat!

26/08/2015 - I am truly stoked to see this as the Daily and humbled but so very proud by the comments and sharing of my heartfelt desire for you all to see HP as I do.... Home. Thank you everyone :)
22 WAYS ON HOW TO KEEP A RELATIONSHIP
1. Build trust
2. Be honest
3. Be faithful
4. Be considerate
5. Respect each other
6. Become best friends
7. Be proud of one another
8. Be there for one another
9. Bear each other’s burden
10. Make time for one another
11. Communicate to each other
12. Trust and always pray to God
13. Accept each other’s mistakes
14. Appreciate each other’s effort
15. Take time and study each other
16. Love each other
unconditionally
17. Refresh your love with surprises
18. Talk about things, both good and bad
19. Know that you won’t always be happy
20. Know that having arguments are normal
21. Forgive and forget each other’s mistakes
22. Leave the past to the past, which
include ex’s.
 Aug 2015 LeAnne Bowyer
Polar
It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.
Anxiety
Controlling my everyday life
Anxiety
Taking my heart and throwing it against the wall
Anxiety
Wrapping around in my head to consume my thoughts
Anxiety
Crying and screaming against my throat
Anxiety
Crashing and thrashing its way into my body making me shudder
When theres a knock at the door
Anxiety
Lighting fires to my insides
Anxiety
Making my hands shake so someone will notice im unbalanced
Anxiety
Life ***** and I want to leave this place people call home, because no where is home anymore and I cant feel safe unless I am free
 Aug 2015 LeAnne Bowyer
SMN
today
 Aug 2015 LeAnne Bowyer
SMN
today
i feel weak and small
today
small problems become big
my brain is so full
i can hardly speak
today*
i’m batteling my mind
fighting the pain
trying to survive
with teary eyes
and an aching heart

*(s.m)
I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.
Can only sad people write good poems? Can only broken people find inspiration in anything?
 Aug 2015 LeAnne Bowyer
j
the demons leak out of my mind sometimes and i swear
the people around me can see them
theyre holding up signs
telling my friends STAY AWAY FROM THIS ONE
telling strangers to beware

cant get close to anyone now
connections just dont come very easily to me
can anyone see beneath the shrouds of fog around my mind
clouding up the person i am, presenting the world with something darker

thats not me
im pleading im pleading
someone someone PLEASE see underneath
no one ever does
im waiting for someone to find the spark thats being blown out
protect it from the wind and the rain that the stormclouds produce
its going to be too late soon
& i find it so sad...
that they only take your sadness seriously
when you've survived an attempt or
when you're actually

... dead.
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