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Feb 2016 moss

Ignatius Hosiana

And when I finally find love, I will breathe out
There's so many things I will speak about.
I will tell her about my dreams which all did doubt
my deafening silence in a quiet shout
I will tell her about the cold that took me captive
how loneliness made my love life inactive
she will have to know how hectic it is to travel alone
something I have done since I was born.
I will tell her all the mistakes I made
in the course of exorcising the monsters in my head
when I find love I'll tell her of how everything did go wrong
How I waited for so ****** long
when I find love I'll place her finger above my chest
and let it rest,for life's test would have aced
when I find love I'll bury the past
and forget the thorny hilly roads passed
when I find love this time I'll be willing
to bow and respect every feeling.

Feb 2016 moss

sleep

Feb 2016 moss

SøułSurvivør

sleep

which knits
the raveled sleeve
of care
becomes an
escape

it takes
me to a land
of flying monkeys
and poppies which
turn the blue
to

N    B
I                  O
A                           W
R                                     S

SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/10/2016

I've been sleeping a lot lately
Not feeling well
Sorry I haven't been reading
I'm trying to catch up
But my backlog is
OVERWHELMING

#depression #life #sleep #tired #not-feeling-well

Feb 2016 moss

Crickets.

Feb 2016 moss

DaSH the Hopeful

Crickets.

I keep waiting for a punchline to a joke told before I was born
           When everyone had their *own problems.
     Some of them I inherited
                But not happily

       I can hear echoes even now, the build up, the relaxed but uneasy tenseness before the drop of the curtain, the reveal.....
      And then,
                                  nothing.

          **Crickets.

#love #truth #fake #dad #real #family #laugh #distance #fate #long

Feb 2016 moss

renew

Feb 2016 moss

katie

renew

Early hours; the
parts of sleep
     recalled;
          a fly opening
        it's silk cocoon,
   a foetus moving
in a jelly womb,
   irises and corneas
         assembling into eyes
                    eager to explore
                a world outside;
      those first times
when regrets are
               abstract concepts
                             not feelings
                        growing roots
       in subconscious pools;
all the things I'd redo,
              my deepest desire
                              to be anew

Feb 2016 moss

the world

Feb 2016 moss

katie

the world

last night the world slipped in
quietly through my window;
police sirens, car alarms,
church bells, rainstorms
collecting in a pool
on my bedroom floor,
coffee cups clinked and
kettles boiled,
babies were born and
ashes were thrown
and though I was tired
I stayed up all night listening;
the collective madness
of the world
lulled me back to sleep
and i woke with its bitter
sweet taste on my tongue;
craving more.

Feb 2016 moss

The Flower Of My Garden...

Feb 2016 moss

Darren Edsel Wilson

The Flower Of My Garden...

I've been around the world.
Yes, I've been around the world.
A vast garden of trees and lakes.
A tender yet mighty beauty unfurled.

The only thing that makes sense,
To my eyes of pruning; whence,
Did I desire a thing with petals?
A thing with all love's contents?

I do know the world,
Yes, I know the world,
But what I imagine I know not,
Something called a girl?

I'll tinker here and also there,
A little dirt, air and my hair,
What grows here in my garden.
Will soon be everywhere!

I've tried to imagine this,
A passionate, soft kiss.
Manufactured by my power,
It'll be here by the hour.

Yet what I grew from dirt,
Hair, air, and a water squirt,
Seems to be a pile of mud,
With this I can't even flirt!

Oh, can't I have a dream?
Not the milk, but the cream?
There can't be a secret more,
To my new and legendary chore!

I feel alone and spiteful,
This garden's no longer "full",
My hair falls out like petals,
Or how I imagine they would fall...

I look over my failed creation,
And I give it condemnation,
A tear travels to nose's crook,
It falls upon my aberration.

Pow! Like this. Pow! Like that.
Sparks fly and I don't eat my hat,
because what happens before me,
I simply can't not stare at!

Her delicious curves, radiant hair,
Eyes like my garden, a loving stare,
I can't believe what I have done,
Because she is not just anyone!

She is my love, this I can tell,
My heart is healed and I am swell,
Now I can say that I did find,
The flower of my garden.

Thinking about it now, this makes me think of,
"Frankenstein's Bride," haha!
I hope to watch that soon, now that I think about it.
I remember reading Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein", when
I was fourteen.
It was beautiful... but it was terrifying.
I was laying in a "hospital" (sick bay at boarding school),
And I may have had bronchitis. I often got flu-like stuff at that school, "Yuck."

Anyway, we're all created. There is a grand design.
We sometimes get in the way of that.
The character in poem got in his own way.
He "lusted" after her, when the truth is, instead of lust, sorrow is more appropriate for finding a mate. Not depression, "sorrow".
Pining. Genuine desire.
It's not much of a lesson, but that's all I got now.

Also, we do create our mates. They appear when we've built the right circumstances and our character, but we also spend a lot of time building each other up.

What's unfortunate is when we spend time tearing each other down.
Love can turn into hate quickly and it starts with bitterness.

Anyway, take care :)

#love #passion #nature #art #control #marriage #divinity #creation #bride #mastery

Feb 2016 moss

PLEASE HELLO POETRY READ!

Feb 2016 moss

Cat Fiske

PLEASE HELLO POETRY READ!

I have read so many wonderful poems,
haiku's, 10 words, so many more, and none are alike!
But we tend to forget about spoken word poems,
Hello Poetry, can you make it possible to share our spoken words as well as our massive pile on's of endless poetry. Spoken Words would add to the sight, and only make it better.
I wish I could also Use Hellopoetry on my mobile phone, in an app,
I'm not sure about anyone else, but that would maybe add to HP

Please consider what I've had to say, c:

Please send repost like and share and comment anything else you think the sight needs since it's growing in great ways. Please share and like if you agree c:

#like #repost #share

Feb 2016 moss

You're Wrong About Pain...

Feb 2016 moss

Darren Edsel Wilson

You're Wrong About Pain...

I heard it in my youth, and I've heard it once again.
You banish it away, it always comes back again.
Pain, they say, will always make you stronger.
Then when it hurts, why can't I live any longer?

Pain is not supposed to strengthen your soul.
Only your mind it strengthens "and" it leaves a hole,
And that hole is filled with poison to dull the pain,
And that poison will weaken you, like acid rain.

Apparently what you don't know won't hurt you.
That's right. It only hurts everybody else... "true".
People who eventually hurt you another way.
You'll tell them, "Go away, come again another day."

"It doesn't **** you." "Only cats have nine lives."
Because I'm aware of the multiverse, these knives,
Called dysfunctional lovers, friendships, and family,
Have killed me a thousand times; I live candidly.

I live honestly, because the pain of seeding a lie,
Can grow a thorny bush, upon seeing it you cry,
When you're pricked by the destruction of all,
Your chaos, wondering why you don't get a call.

Pain is good for lessons, that's why it's all around,
It's not that you're getting strong, only wiser.
Pain brings you to your knees, makes you touch ground,
For the power, you are weaker, only wiser.

#truth #life #passion #pain #power #understanding #education #lessons #wisdom