Mapi - Hello Poetry

May 2014

Hayleigh

10w on lies

I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

#lies #10 #pain #hurt #10words #ten #tenwords

May 2014

bukowski

drinking

I could stay drunk for days,
I love the way I can't feel
my legs
or my head
and I can't see
what's in front of me;
I love how I can punch anything
and everything
and not feel it,
and I absolutely love
stumbling home
with ****** knuckles
and laughing at my own
stupidity;
I see inside of myself
when I'm drinking,
I see it all;
all the anger
and the pain,
we don't talk,
just look,
and that is enough,
to know that when I
inform people that there
is so much more to me
than what they see,
and they tell me I'm being
silly,
I know,
I know,
that you exist

#drunk #anger #pain #stupid #me #drinking #high #idek #stupidity #sigh

May 2014

Charles Bukowski

all that

the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
and how the people go
out on the fire escapes
in the evening
when the sun is setting
on the other side
of the buildings
and some stretch out
and sleep there
while others sit quietly
where it's cool.

and on many
of the window sills
sit pots of geraniums or
planters filled with red
geraniums
and the half-dressed people
rest there
on the fire escapes
and there are
red geraniums
everywhere.

this is really
something to see rather
than to talk about.

it's like a great colorful
and surprising painting
not hanging anywhere
else.

May 2014

Hailey P

Realization

I used to be sad
I used to cry everyday
I questioned taking my life
I questioned it often
But what changed me
Was realization

I realized I had a dog
A pet that would wait
For you to come home
A pet that wags his tail
When you come home

And I thought
What if I never came back home?
Would he still wait for me?
And I realized that pets do not understand death
And they wait for their owners to come home
They will wait to see you again

They do not understand that you're gone
That you are never coming back
But they will continue to wait
With hopes that you will come home
Pets don't understand death

May 2014

Lone Wolf

I lied

A lady came today
To ask me how my life is
I looked at her with desperate eyes
And lied.

With mother glaring down at me,
And this pleasant little lady
I lied.
I told her everything was fine

I lied.
I didn't mention the bruises
Or the many handprints
That mother had left on my skin

I lied
I didn't mention
My nights of hunger
Or sleep loss from the parties

I lied
I didn't mention
my new "daddy"
Nor his prying hands

I lied
I didn't mention
the stuff I see
The needles and the straws

And now? I regret it.
I wish I hadn'tve lied
But with mother glaring down at me
What else was I to do?

I couldn't tell the truth,
Not with mother watching.
Her eyes told me plainly what would happen
So I lied.
And now, I regret it.

This is a poem about a memory. The first time CPS came to my house.
I was 11.

May 2014

Emily Katherine

sink, sink.

I realized it was not your job to keep me afloat, so I stopped looking for places in conversation where you said something shallow and I tried to add depth. I stopped saving the text messages you sent past 3 AM because those words were not formed with love for me to cling on to, no, they were baited lines waiting for me to bite. Hook, line, and sinker I surfaced gasping for breathe in unfamiliar air. Writhing around in my discomfort, hoping you would throw me back into the water rather than watch me struggle. They never tell you how many fish in the sea are actually sharks waiting to sink their teeth.