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 Jun 2018 skye
Nishu Mathur
waves
 Jun 2018 skye
Nishu Mathur
The sea is still today
It's cerulean blue and gold
I think of the thoughts it carries
Within its hidden folds.
Its touch is soft and gentle
It soothes the ache of years
But I wonder how many waves
Are made from fallen tears.
Dear everyone,

This is such a surprise! Thank you all for your likes, loves and responses. I have not been very active on Hello Poetry, but will get back in action soon. So much appreciated. Thank you Hello Poetry for selecting this as a daily. Thank you so much my friends and fellow poets for taking the time to read this poem of mine. It means the world to me.  Love to everyone **
 Jun 2018 skye
Curt A Rivard Sr
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages
Step right up; his dying time is now near
all his pain, all his screams, do you want to hear?
Welcome... I bid you welcome...
Welcome to my three ring ****** state of mind
inside my evil twisted thoughts you'll see I'm only a one of a kind.
There is no rush that is greater now than the shaking of a corpse's hand, telling them my name and there not getting off my table till I'm done after their hourglass had ran out of sand.
For all my life I was rocked to sleep in the cradle of a nightmare.
Tested and taunted all along the way I told you all before in my chest my heart does not stay to tell my works are original, better look for the linen paper at your funeral.
For I blended embalming fluid and powder in my dipping pens ink well and every morning I unscrew it's cap and take a deep smell, burning vapors now fill my eyes as they begin to weep rolling down my face you'll be able to tell like black magic voodoo I am under my own sick powerful spell.
Tearing your name out of the book of life I doused you with a bucket full of gasoline and told you to now run faster than the gingerbread man as I'm chasing you with a loaded flair gun. Now you’re the burned page and you can never be found.
It was a rainy night after when I put you under the sinking muddy ground so happy now that your gone my head no longer has to hurt with murdering voices in my skull that pound.
Watch me now as I show you all how it is really done
performing for you all a living embalming nightmare.
Turning up the pressure and setting the dials till a pressure pulsating flow
He can’t escape, my number one son has him tied up with strips from his prison sheet and now there shouting code blue over the intercom cause my arson freak is laughing, as he's making a mummy out of you.
Trapped in your cell he holds the key and now you have nowhere to go.
Watch me now pump his neck with liquid silver mercury
till it seeps out his eye sockets and he now no longer sees. Tickling your sponge like the Egyptians did I'm now breaking the bone and then packing your nose with cotton ***** soaked with super glue. How easy it was to do and how beautiful it felt wanting it to trickel out your ears.
Placing my nose close for the death smell it was there for I had smelt. Rigid rigor slowly setting in I can tell, thank you my old friend for the way you had felt.
Now I have to do a reverse fill because your body is holding no pressure, your veins did not swell, O' my God, it's not looking well.
Brain matters now pouring out your nostrils ever so fast and is streaking down your upper lip.
Why me I can see is on your face the answer is coming soon to you and to all your loved ones I will tell.
Shaking my hands clean and collecting it all in a jar, seven layers thick I love playing with all your skin slip :)
Feelings can’t compare, this is the best, now isn’t this fun?
The party isn’t over yet for I have only just begun.
He as a glock three eighty not only did he dress but he also shot it like an old lady. O' don't worry there's always another day for acting like a rat, how about an attack with a baseball bat?
  When I am done for you all today
I'll prove to you that I am bullet and shatter proof cause,
I’m then going to stuff that little ballerina inside it's very own special music box
Peeking and peering through the caskets keyhole
I can see he’s scratching and tearing at the coffins lid
Believing rumors that you have heard, come on for real, are you a kid?
Whispering to you a sweet death lullaby its ok you now can start to cry.
It’s too bad now I gave you a chance, you can beg, you can plead but I now must dip my pen and write this poem with your blood as your body now begins to bleed.
Tears won’t work no matter how hard you try
this is what you get for believing someone’s lie
Members of the audience I thank you all and you all are very welcome
look at him now just like then it was so funny looking inside and seeing no brain. look he's crying again like a baby full of trauma and getting ready to go insane trust I know, you all will never forget my name!
I must now wash away all the evidence and go fetch for you a first son for I am running madder than the craziest plague in the Bible.
You can use all the ****** lambs’ blood you can find to paint a cross over your doorway but that won't stop my sickness because I cannot stop now for this is too much fun.
Hey what can I say...
But I always do say...
Welcome to the show!

(SirCARSr 4-30-13)
 Jun 2018 skye
Nemo
Carnival
 Jun 2018 skye
Nemo
Come one, come all,
To the strong mans downfall.
Cut the strings on the marionette,
Believe me, you won't soon forget
The haunting sound of the carousel
Or the staggering heights of the citadel.
A red balloon dancing perfectly in the pale gray sky.
A small child lets out a remorseful cry.
The clowns with their agonizing smiles,
Grab hold of your soul and change its style.
You've waited along time for this.
This frightening bliss of a midnight kiss,
And the familiarity of the moonlights whisper.
You've lost control of your juggling act
Prepare yourself for impact.
Watch out for where the sidewalk cracks,
Because everyone knows how that will end.
Come one, come all,
I've done it all
for you.
 Jun 2018 skye
Charles Bukowski
he got drunk and went to sleep
in his bed
and the fire started
and he layed in there
burning
until a friend in the next room
smelled it
and ran in
and tried to pull him out of the fire
by his arms
and the skin rolled right off the arms
and he had to grab again
deeper
near the bone,
and he got him out and up
and the guy started screaming
and running blind,
he hit some walls
finally made 2 doorways
and with half a dozen men trying
to hold him
he broke free
and ran into the yard
screaming
still running
he ran right into some barbed wire
and tangled in the barbed wire
screaming
and they had to go up
and get him loose
from the wire

he lived for 3 nights and 3
days

drinking and smoking
are bad for the
health.
 Jun 2018 skye
Sean G
carnival
 Jun 2018 skye
Sean G
if life was like a carnival
and we drove on the road like we were in bumper cars
wouldn't we adapt to live in a place like that?
a place where the cars crash and slide into each other
a place where you shoot a target with a real gun and take it with you as a prize
a place where going into a haunted funhouse could mean the end of your life
should a creepy clown venture close enough?
wouldn't we adapt?
Not my best but I kinda like it. I don't know.
 Jun 2018 skye
Marco Benitez
The sweet breeze of air,
So fresh.
So pure.
So beautiful.

I hate it,
Too cold
Too strong
Too perfect.

I prefer to be in a room,
inside my house,
at peace.

Calm and silent.


Surrounded by loneliness,
because it is the only thing that loves me.

I hate being alone.

It worries and depresses me.

I hate myself.
I am not like anyone,
I don't belong anywhere.



And society is too messed up.
Am I glad that I am unique?





I hate to be confused.
It means I have to think the problem out.

But would I really want to know all the answers?
What's the fun of knowing everything?
What's the fun of being dumb?

Fascinating
And stupid

I hate being short
It makes me feel special

I'm sometimes so scared of death,
I want to die

Maybe this is why I have never been in a relationship

Do I want to be in one?

I don't want people's attention
I just want them to listen to me
 Jun 2018 skye
beyza kaya
identity
 Jun 2018 skye
beyza kaya
a puzzle without the pieces,
the outline is there but the pieces,
the pieces are what you must pick up as you make mistakes,
memories and leave marks on this world.

it is found in the fragments of the sky that you tore apart
and in the constellations that you chased all night
it makes you wonder who you are scream and as you shout
it’s in the words you speak, the tears you cry and the smiles you smile.

one word. eight letters. an eight letter word that means everything
yet it is as ambiguous as whether the rain is the tears of god
or whether it’s the blessing of the clouds
one word. eight letters.

a word that has as many meanings to define it
as the amount of people there are with dreams and aspirations
one word which we are all trying to find the definition of within ourselves
a word that we hope to define; a word that we hope will help us become someone.

so you search the mountain tops and you look in the branches of trees,
you look in the deepest depths of the oceans,
you search the galaxies. and you try to find something, anything.
you try to find your identity, your truth, yourself.

but you don’t have to go that far to find your identity because it’s already there
it lays beneath you, beneath your skin.
it lays beneath your jail-like ribs that hold it down,
and they will only let it go once you realise it’s always been there.

your identity; you will find in pieces and fragments of everything
you will ****** ideas and habits and feelings from everything and everyone
only to turn those into parts into your soul
maybe you will not realise until later but you will find them everywhere.

in nights filled with bowing to the trees that sway to the gentle breeze of the wind
while melodies play and enter your mind swiftly and freely
or maybe in the mornings filled with sunrays that enter your room from your window
and dance lazily on top of your pillows and desk.

you will find yourself and no one can take your identity away from you
not even the abhorrent words of the loathsome stares thrown your way
not even the seas can drown your identity in their ghastly waves
so don’t you try to let anyone take it away from you.

because bliss and happiness comes to you once you find it
so when you find it, grasp it tight in the palms of your hands
bury it deep beneath your heart and never, ever let go
because finally you have found what you’ve been looking for; your identity.
a poem i wrote aged 15 about finding your identity. still resonates with me to this day! :-)
 Jun 2018 skye
Kim Essary
How does ones brain hold so many beings when it's capacity is made for one.  
The confusion must be exhausting or do you know each and every one?
Do they all have a name, are they connected to your heart?
I'm desperate to understand , for I know of at the very least 6, all with personality much different than your own.
Do they stay with you every day or sometimes go away,? Are they sleeping in your head or pounding in your brain.
This is far from an opinion developed in my mind, not only are they different in their presence but each ones appearance is defined. This is in your body and your head, can you ask them to leave or have you begged them to stay , I'm afraid if you don't rid yourself of these people in your head I'll be forced to go away.
Trying to make light of it I make a joke or two and tell you at least I'll never cheat on you, I never know who I'm waking up to, is it one of them or is it you. ?
There are several that are mean and evil, maybe one is caring but outweighed by the one that can't be older than 5 and one that may be 7. Can you ask them to vacate your body and find someone new before this complicated insanity comes further between me and you
Split personality is an understatement out of about 10 I find myself liking only 1.

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