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2.0k · Sep 2014
a chill in my bones
there is a chill in my bones
the kind that cannot be rid of
by empty words of comfort

no amount of blankets
or wood in the fire can
bring warmth back to me

only when my frozen heart
begin to awaken by love
did the chill in me bones
fade like a distant memory
2.0k · May 2016
a song of gratitude
Beloved, my heart sings songs of *Your praise.
Thank You for helping me get through the day sober and free.

I am grateful I canbe present to life today.  I can give and receive love instead of being trapped in self, hopeless and full of self-pity.

Grateful I can hold my daughter with love exploding from my heart. With Your help and help of fellow sojourners, she never has to see me drunk.

Beloved, may I continue walking on the path and share this precious gift of sobriety with others that I meet on the way.

Thank You. I love You.
1.9k · Apr 2016
moments of grace
I get up even when I don't want to
God thank you for my life
and the courage to keep putting
one foot in front of the other
1.9k · Apr 2014
numb
some days even when
everything in my life is in a crescendo
a part of me feels numb

a small part of me is numb to all the love,
all the joys, all the sadness, all emotions
all I feel is this numbness that comes out of
"a deep emptiness"

I know I cannot fill this vast emptiness,
so I cry out to a something greater than myself,
eventhough I don't have a clue what that might be

I embrace my numbness and accept that
life cannot be lived in extreme highs and lows
I want to embrace stability and not reject it as boredom

But some days I just want crawl into bed and not wake up
I feel so numb, and I have to remind myself that
"feelings aren't facts."

So I get out of bed and go through the motions
hoping against hope that someday my "deep emptiness"
is filled with an abiding love that will fill me to wholeness
1.9k · Jan 2017
true loneliness
searching for connections,
yearning for love.
Only to be alone.
My definition of loneliness.
1.9k · Aug 2014
judgement
my judgmental thoughts
divide
my world
into people

for me
or
against me

and in the end
I am left alone
with
**me
1.9k · Jan 2015
quiet whispers
with a quiet voice I sing
my praise for Thee

my heart beating its beat
my mouth songs harmony

I sing a song for Thee
that carries on till eternity
even if my words are lost at sea
I have whispered my love for Thee
1.9k · May 2016
rest
eyes closed
brain quiet
breathing slowed
body relaxed
heart full
1.8k · Jan 2013
gratitude
i am filled with                 gratitude
joy                                       for life
love                                     for connection
peace                                  for forgiveness
serenity                              for things i cannot change
courage                              to face my fears
wisdom                              to ask for help
laughter                             while playing
life                                       to be present
1.8k · Oct 2014
refuge
Beloved, I take refuge in the stronghold of *Your love.
Prayer of thanks
a year has flown by                                              twenty-four-hour living                          no longer
12 months, 365 days                                             is all i have to live today,                         afraid of the
of my life.                                                            ­   with a breath in and out.                         future.

new friendships made,                                       my breath leads me to my                        no longer
old ones mended, and                                         heart and my soul finds                           ashamed of the
some let go.                                                            peace.                                                          p­ast.

i've found hope this                                             life is lived one moment                           no longer
past year, and a community                               at a time, when i choose to                       escaping the
that helps me live in hope.                                 embrace it all.                                              present.
1.8k · Feb 2015
wistful daydreams
my thoughts wander and meander
into wistful daydreams of days longs past

would I still be me, if my choices lead me down
other paths?

would I still be writing these words on a page,
if I was born into a different family?

then like an ice cold water to my face,
I awake to the reality of my life.
wistful dreams are nice to wonder about,
but I'd rather live in here and now.
1.8k · Sep 2014
before I die
i want to laugh uncontrollably with someone I love

run naked through the woods at night

make amends to people I've harmed

tell my wife I love her

give thanks to a God of my understanding for my life

hold my baby daughter in my arms
I've done everything except the last one, which will hopefully happen in a few months when she is born.
Drifting into oblivion
everything fades into a blur
a faint glimmer of hope lost

Swaying in the wind
weightless heading for a thousand swords
in a stream of fallen dreams

Grasping my heavy armor
I sink into the water
pierced by your nightmarish lies*

Where the truth is beyond the grave
poison lives within the veins
and from death we are but an inch away
Collaboration with Jamie King:  http://hellopoetry.com/jamie-king/
Italics are my words. 2nd and last stanza are Jamie's words.
1.8k · Aug 2012
a New Day
I'm always starting and                                                stopping
tryin­g something new and being stuck in                the   past.
Today is a new day.  I greet it with a deep                  breath
letting go of my need to control, and  just                    be

Comatose,                       ­                                                frozen to new possibilities.
Living in fear                                                             ­    of a future yet to unfold.
Being present                                                          ­       to here and now is so **** hard.        
Becoming aware                                                            ­of this new day with an open heart/mind
1.8k · Apr 2016
surrender
I let go
breathe more deeply
my heart opens
freely
1.8k · Oct 2014
morning quiet
I sit breathing
staring at a lit candle

I hear the gentle
singing of crickets

the world has yet to awaken

another day of life
to open my heart to

a quiet morning
before I throw myself into the day

may I be centered by
inner stillness and peace,
so I may share this morning quiet
with all those I meet today
Poem after morning meditation
1.8k · Mar 2014
to my future child
Each day,
I will  love you
with all my heart.
10 w
1.8k · Nov 2016
hidden treasures
all along
the treasures
I sought outside
were
*in
me
1.8k · Nov 2015
embrace
life and death intertwined in a mysterious embrace
meaning embedded in the flesh and carved into the soul

beauty finds a way even in suffering and in the end
we all become one
originally written on https://www.tumblr.com/blog/wolf-jedi
1.7k · Jul 2014
boundaries
we live lives so close together and yet so far away.
moving metal boxes give us the illusion of separation,
and our houses set the boundary of privacy.

In the end, the great equalizer brings us all back to the soil.
We are united in death to be connected again to the earth,
but some of us want to be separate even in death and
decompose privately in a metal box.  

What are the boundaries that separate me from you?  
for a brief instant our lives touch as your eyes read my words,
and my heart touches your heart.  In that moment of connection,
we become little more free of the apathy and disconnection
that's all around us.
1.7k · Jun 2016
solidarity
speak out
against hatred
love who you love*
without fear
Self hatred can be very destructive.
1.7k · Apr 2014
a letter to my younger self
Hello me,

I'm you. I'm the older you after multiple suicide attempts, and lost in a haze of ***** and drugs.  I am also you who sought and searched for some meaning and belonging, only to find hypocrisy and pain.  But all that aside, I wanted to thank you for not giving up on life even though you wanted to.  Finally asking for help when you did, even though a part of you didn't care anymore.  Thank you for letting hope grow in you one day at a time.  Thank you for letting me love you, so I can love me today.  Life is pretty amazing today, and we would have missed out on this beautiful journey because we were so locked in our pain. Now, you and I can share our story of pain and suffering to help someone else.  We don't have to stay in a hopeless state of mind and body.  Thank you for having the courage to surrender and admit you couldn't do it alone anymore.  I love you very much.

Love,

I'm You
This is a reminder to myself that I am not alone, and a love letter to myself , to my friends, and strangers yet to be friends who are struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts.
1.7k · Aug 2015
summer time
i want to roam those gentle mountains
free from the clamors of city life
nothin' but the sound of cicadas
and the feelin' of a summer breeze

i have the summer time login' for yester years
childhood memories grow sweeter each year
a poem about growing up in the mountains of appalachia
1.7k · Sep 2015
back home (10w)
home never seems more sweeter
then when on the road.
1.7k · May 2014
desolation to hope
I cried out in the darkness
in a hopeless sate of mind and body.

I asked You for help,
some power greater than me,
because my way brought me to
the doors of death.

I had yet to experience You,
but I had hope that others were experiencing
a life free from self-hate and fear.

I  grateful I am free more each day
from the prison of my self.

I embrace the Divine Light
and it is soft and warm.
1.6k · Jul 2015
gift of light
the Divine light
shines within us all
and it shines for
free and for fun
A playful response to $5 donations to light someone else's poem.  I actually support this, but wanted to write a poem to highlight that act of creation is a gift in itself.
1.6k · Dec 2014
waiting
I
wait
in
quiet anticipation
of
love growing

in
me
10w
1.6k · Aug 2017
500
500
five hundred words are not enough
to say all the things I need to say
but five hundred poems are **** sure enough
on hello poetry to get noticed

alas, I write poetry for the sake of poetry
just like good ole Charles Bukowski
cranking out words with a foul mouth
without a care for the audience

I write words for the sake of my soul
because it is the only time that my heart
feels free to be whatever it needs to be
without the world confining me

so **** straight. I wrote five hundred
words for my five hundredth poem
because I rarely write so many words
to express what is in my soul

I should be listening to jazz while I write this
just like Kerouac so my words will have a beat and rhythm
of the sounds of bebop, instead of a cadence of all my own
who wants originality when you can have novelty

everyone is nostalgic to recreate what has been captured before
the great writers and poets of our time regurgitate what’s been said
for me I don’t really give a **** about the words,
so much as how I let the words live out into my life through my actions

words matter because they order our thoughts and feelings,
they give shape to the amorphous images that play in our minds and hearts and once something comes into being, then oh man man do they have power
that’s why knowing the name of something really means something

who knows if meaning comes from the words, or words come from the meaning
did the chicken came first or the egg?
all I care about is how you cook the ****** chicken or the egg
fried chicken and I prefer my egg sunny side up

Bukowski eat your heart out as I write my stream of consciousness
five hundred word poem for my five hundredth poem
is it getting a bit redundant?
I am a firm believer that less is more

but sometimes I want my words to beat out like they used to
on old type writers like a **** machine gun
the beat flowing like the drums of a marching band
that gives life to even the worst of brass section

I don’t know if my heart can truly sing in a sea of so many words
I prefer capturing a single moment with 10 words, maybe 20 words
anything more than that feels like a waste
just like a coffee ice cream ruined by too much toppings

I am a minimalist at heart
even though I can’t declutter my stuff
holding onto old forgotten receipts
closet full of clothes I never wear

however, on most days my mind is clutter free
old resents are shoved out
fear written and jotted away
the book of the past closed

each day is a gift
freely given
each breath new

may you be blessed
may we keep sharing
for fun and
for free
My 500th poem on HP with 500 words.
1.6k · Nov 2014
finding home
I've always searched for a home
a place I belonged, where I felt safe

I've never experienced this kind of home

but as I sit still each morning listening to my breath,
I am coming home to myself as I settle into a
silence of heart and mind
an interior home of the heart that's always with me
1.6k · Aug 2016
a new day
the morning is infused with possibilities,
before the humid heat of the South weighs
me down.

I long for the mountain streams of Appalachia,
and standing under a water fall on a hot day.

I live in the city, but I carry the mountains with me
in my heart.

The mountains are home of my heart, where I can always return to
over and over.

A home of my heart to welcome a new day,
time and time again.
1.6k · Oct 2014
alone
walking this path alone
is so lonely

please walk with me
1.6k · Sep 2014
small is beautiful
I am treated as small and insignificant
many feet tread on me

I have been around for millions of years,
I have been a mountain, a boulder, a stone,
and finally a grain of sand.

I am small but beautiful.
now, I can catch the light of the sun,
and let the light in.
Joe Cole's grain of sand prompt
1.6k · Mar 2014
in the morning light
I love how the world glows yellow
in the early morning light.
The birds sing their songs,
and life begins to stir.

Moments before,
at the edge of darkness,
there is a deep stillness
and a beautiful eerie silence.

Moments after,
the world explodes in orange light.
The morning light changes so
brilliantly and quickly,
and just like that it's gone.
1.6k · Oct 2016
zazen
sit still
just be
listen to
heart beating
breath flowing
1.6k · Aug 2015
nap (10w)
little babe
when you nap
i get a little breather
musings as i write while my 9 months old daughter naps. knock on wood.  :)
1.5k · Jan 2013
Shik-Gu [Korean for Family]
shik-gu
the word and idea had the
power to make me tense involuntarily.
it's strange how we hurt the people
we love the most.  

for a long time, i lived my life like a tornado,
not caring who i hurt.  often the people in my
path of destruction were my um-ma, ap-pa and
hyung [momma, pa, and brother].

time heals all wounds or it can make deep resentments
fester.  i'm glad i've chosen to walk the path of cleaning
up the wreckage of the past.  

today, my family still aggravates, but see them for who they
are, people with their failings and strengths like me.  
and little by little, i walk the path towards embracing
my own humanity, my brokenness and all.
1.5k · Dec 2016
the sun
the sun
glows warmly
even in
cold days
shining hope
1.5k · May 2016
Seattle Blues
Nothin' hurts like heartache
a longin' that you just can't break

Woman, you did me wrong
I am gonna mend my ways

I ain't been home in so long,
never to dance with your hips swayin'

Let me go home where I belong
back to the mountains of Appalachia,
where cicadias sing and
women are sweet like moonshine
1.5k · Sep 2018
stay
May the love I feel
stay in my heart forever
Oh Beloved ,
may my love for you grow every day.
A seed of the Divine Light that
shines brightly in the dark places of my heart.

Oh beloved!
Words of your praise
become flourishing flames
surrounding me
consuming me whole
- they Ignite my sleeping soul.


May my soul awaken with a passionate breath
and a deep thirst for your love.
let your Divine flame burn in me,
so I may share your light in this darkened world.

**The world was
Shrouded in a shadow of non-existence;
It was Your Light that illuminated
the entire Universe .
May faces of those with faith shine brilliantly,
till we reach the destination of eternal felicity.
1st and 3rd stanza written by me
2nd and last stanza written by Sameea Waqas:
http://hellopoetry.com/SamW/
1.5k · Jun 2014
teacher
I never thought I would be a teacher,
even if I am an assistant teacher, I am
helping to shape the minds and spirits
of my students.

I teach students with autism, and sometimes
I wish I was like Professor Xavier and that I could read the
minds of the kids I work with, who are a mystery
to me.

I don't have mutant powers, but I do have the
capacity to love.  I learned and honed the skills
of listening to my heart at L'Arche, which is
often called the school of the heart.

I do my best to learn the lesson plans and provide
reinforcements for positive behavior, but
mostly as I engage my students I pray a simple
prayer of "Thank you. I love you."

My students are not a cumilation of data, facts,
and their diagnoses.  Each one of us including
me has value, because of the breadth of life of the Creator.

Divine presence, may I treat each child with love and
with an open heart, so I may give and receive.
May I teach and be taught lessons of the heart
from my students. Thank you. I love you.
I currently work with children with autism and was a member of L'Arche GWDC for 3 years. More info on L'Arche communities as a whole: http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/L'Arche
1.5k · Mar 2014
love illumines
my love for you deepens
one day at a time.

each moment of love illumines
another till it shines forever.
20 w
1.5k · Aug 2014
connection
I used to seek connection in bars
needed at least four to five pints to talk to
someone

I no longer seek connection by chasing the bottle
connection starts with me and a God of my understanding
that's always with me

I used to feel totally alone and isolated with
a room full of people
and today I am connected even,
when I am alone

I am grateful for the love was shown to me by others
who felt as alone and hopeless like myself,
and they loved me before I could love myself
1.5k · Sep 2014
sleepless
still awake
yet my body
longs for sleep

thoughts are
rushing in and
not slowing down

the more I try
to sleep I
am more awake

I am sleepless
not because I
am full of fear

I can't sleep
because my heart
is brimming with love

I am filled
with anticipation of
love yet to come
1.4k · Mar 2014
a lover of silence
There is a silence that binds,
and a type of silence that frees the soul.

Be a lover of silence
that leads to purity of heart.

An inner silence that leads
to a deep freedom in a chaotic world.

A silence birthed out of a chosen solitude
that helps me connect to life.

My heart contains an inner chamber,
where silence is cultivated,
so I can walk free no matter where I am.

A silence that contains serenity and peace
like the hush that fell the world,
when death lead to resurrection.
Written while reading Thomas Merton's Contemplative Prayer.
1.4k · Oct 2018
Ocean
embrace the
infinite waves crashing
creating, destroying
melting into one
1.4k · Jul 2016
this too shall pass
my heart is broken,
and yet it still beats.

my heart slowly mends,
and begins to heal.

I wake up and get out of bed
putting one foot in front of the other.

"This too shall pass," I repeat to myself.
somehow, I move forward and embrace life
1.4k · Aug 2015
cat (10w)
a creature of mystery
of utter profundity
lazily exuding love
written while our cat Hermione cuddles up next to me on the couch. a poem written appreciation of my cat, cats everywhere, and to the people that love these mysterious enigmas.
1.4k · Sep 2016
community in poetry
words
weaving us together
strangers turned friends
unity in silence
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