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Juanita Jan 2020
An empty canvas
I once was
Clear, pure and yet to be discovered
I desired the simple touch of paint
And envied the true essence of colour
But
When the day finally came
I wasn’t painted
Beautifully
Yet invaded
Brutally
By the darkest shade of misery.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
Twisted
Consumed by you
Each little thing you do
I cannot sleep
Kept awake
Thoughts that cause my heart to ache
Written September 2018
Poetic T Sep 2019
You were  bright-eyed like a flouriest
                     angel lighting up the streets.


But they can be dimming.


            Night has away of draining
                                                  beauty

into void less shadows.

I once saw stars in your eyes,
          now all I see is the space

in-between.

Flowers blossoming,
            spring breezes
            were your words to me.

I found you clipped,
           dead eclipses vacant within you.


It doesn't matter how bright you shine,
                               the city may outshine

                                                  you.

And what was always able to rise,
               set with the demise of light.


They found you extinguished,
       in a shallow grave of regret.

Cities have a way of collecting
             the wishes upon stars,

and dousing them out in to
nothingness
            but silence.


I wish upon a star, but all stars die...
A-McIntyre Aug 2019
i find it hard to comprehend the brightness of your light in my darkness. i find it hard to see that i could do the same. my spirit lifts to hear your voice, my head gets dizzy to hear your name. your laughter envelops me, your kindness an avalanche of mixed feelings and emotions. i don't believe this is real. i stumbled down, into the ocean, fighting for my breath, you came and saved me, without question, without taking rest. that sounds big, because it is, you know not what you've done. until i wake up, ill just be thankful, of all the people you could have tried to save, i somehow was the one.
untitled Apr 2019
you linger in my head
like a fresh spritz of perfume,
wafting around my headspace
and pervading my senses,
I am utterly consumed by you.
Jay M Apr 2019
I've been following every road I can find,
Falling in a hotel,
I cannot keep living with a delicate mind,
Waking up with it all in my head,
Running through memories I shouldn't keep...

What for?

I can't find an ending until I'm on my own,
On my knees in pain,
Why can't I reason with them,
To leave me be?
These demons in my head.

I thought wrong.

I can't ever get rid of them,
You can't get rid of something
That's been a part of you,
For all your life,
Unless you cut it out and off...

Every time I look up,
I try to put it up,
Out into the clouds,
But that doesn't mean they'll go.

- Jay M
April 4th, 2019
Kasti Feb 2019
if fear were [fate]

          fate (were [fear])

                     [fate is fear] when drear is near

                                                    ->tears fall when we fall

                                                      and an end would call our intentions

                                                     ­                                            [fear is] near

                                                               ­                   when fear is drear

                                                          ­                                    [I] fear my life

                                                           ­                         [I] fear myself

                                                         ­              [I] fear our lives

                                                         [I] fear ourselves

but if [far is (near when fear is) drear and] tears are all that fall

                                                       then [fear is near (you) have no] fear

                                 (you) will succumb to all.
I wrote this when I was very tired.
Consumed in burning conversations
Three some torn from ashes of imaginary conversations
The devil withdrew, I'm  back to drowning in reality.
Wake.
For this poem I got the inspiration from ME's poems, here on HELLO-POETRY.
Öüi Nov 2018
Consumed by the thought of what might happen next,
she lost her only chance to find out.
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