#h poems on Hello Poetry

L Nicole Sep 2014

i admire you
nocturnes op. 9 no. 2 in e-flat major
the gentle and swaying music
bleeds hope into my veins
and even though i am unsure why
i fear the fire you have erupted inside me

i imagine us listening to this
nocturnes op. 9 no. 2 in e-flat major
i imagine us walking down a darkened road
a mist in the air from a violent storm
a storm that hasn't calmed since i first saw you

#h

rook Sep 2014

when the streetlights

i remember staring at the sky
the streets were dark but the lights were orange and lying on the paved road, i listened
to the sound that the forest behind us made

when i miss you, i stand by the glass doors and look out
the darkness sounds like your heartbeat and i
shiver as i hear your voice in the unrecognizable stars

as i try to fall asleep i feel the secrecy of the moments when
you insisted i call you at 3 am
even when i was in florida
and the only other sound in the world was the wheezing of a truck

when i miss you, i think about the first night we talked
and how your voice hadn't changed
and how my feelings hadn't either
and how i was falling asleep in class the next day because we talked until dawn

three am was the time where i
had been awake long enough
to stop worrying about what you might think of me if you saw my insides
so i told you that i count in fives and i don't get vertigo and that i lied in the late summer

when i miss you, i sit on the floor and hug my knees to my chest and cry
i try to breathe between the empty spaces where your thoughts were
and i try not to think about the last words you said to me

instead i think about the way my sternum ached when you said
that i was your home
i think about the way you waited an hour in the july heat for me
the way you stuck your tongue out
and said i was exactly the same cute that the piemaker was

i remember waiting in the darkness when the streetlight flickered out
and the way your voice sounded when you said to close my eyes
and the hammering of my heart against my rib cage and the fear still bottled in my throat
and trying not to be afraid when i couldn't see you
and the soft pressing of chapped lips against mine
and the startled expression i must have had
as i grabbed your hand
and we walked out of the forest in silence.

#you #missing #h

rook Sep 2014

don't call me in the morning

Spare me your narrow mind --

the sharp edges of your thoughts cut deep into flesh better suited to bruise

Don't twist your words into the gaslighting of a sociopath

You smile in them, but I've come to realize it is the smile

of a wicked ticking crocodile

and I'm out of time.

Five is the magic number - phalanges to syllables to tiles on a floor.

Five years rambling around in the darkest of green eyes, in the raw fiber of sultry voices,

in the streetlight suburbs of an Orange city.

Weakness, vulnerability, idiocy -- your words to describe what I prefer to term

Optimistic, good-natured, hopeful.

Someone seeking the best in people.

I assure you, your words fit much better now. You saw to that.

You saw to everything, pulled on strings that would have been better off frayed.

You tasted of evergreen, made everything so clear and fresh

It was natural to confide in you, garner your unique perspective on the course of life

Not unique, of course, but so very rare, so very ******* coveted.

You always were the con artist, my love.

The taste of your bitter ash might come from the fact that you ******* us all over

So perfectly.

I really should have known better.

Fiiiive years, I hate this poem but in a way i need it up here

#pain #abuse #h #sociopathy

rook Sep 2014

let's look at it this way

i was the earth and you
my burning sun
it's not poetic anymore to spin a metaphor
so i'll put it to you plain:

you came, i burned, and all life has been evacuated to mars.

the sun will expand and consume the earth. this much we know.

#sun #earth #universe #h

rook Sep 2014

victimized

cough crumble choke
see if i ******* care
slide to the                      edge
          and tumble through repetitions of
my renditions of
a half truth apology
I tried, I'm sorry, I did my best
and I'll bite my tongue until it bleeds and I'll laugh while you drown
Drown drown drown
and I'll hold you under
and pull you out
scream myself hoarse, do mouth to mouth
until we can't tell which one of us was the
          smoker
and which was the set of lungs.

all of these are subpar.

#abuse #violence #h

rook Sep 2014

let's

you think your wants are the only wants.
you think your opinions are absolute.
you think emotion is a weakness.

i think love should be reciprocal
i think promises should be binding
i think we all deserve sanity

we think we should agree to disagree.

And then some. These are weak poems,

#h #disagree

rook Sep 2014

finger bones

small hands
And bleeding cuticles
and the promise of being cold in July.
smashed hopes and busted knuckles
all the rings ever made -- save one

i saw a car on the highway and the driver
The driver had your hands.
Your hands, without bandaids.
Your hands, without blood
Your hands, with perfect smooth skin.

I had always wondered what your hands would look like on someone who was more than a skeleton.

what. Amazing. frustrated noises

#hands #wonder #body #h

alice Jun 2014

Caged

I knew you once,
when the sun
shown bright.
Your brown eyes
deep with delight.
You were vibrant
full of art;
the windows
and doors
straight to your heart.

Flash forward:
time span
7 years;
you drown in
dark, ****** tears.
Alone with yourself,
the shadows emerge.
Your defenses down;
their spell, you cannot purge.

She feels like love,
those intoxicating charms;
slithering through
the needles in your arms.
You know, as I:
from her
you'll never hide.
Lie, cheat, steal
to keep her
by your side.

I adore you
like a sister,
there's nothing more true.
But I have to step back
with feelings so blue.
There's nothing to do
but sit here
and hope
I don't get that phone call,
"She's overdosed
on dope."

My little Dolly;
Lara, you're my
own personal
Betty Page.
Please pick the lock;
free yourself
from this cage.

For Lara - this life would make even less sense without you. Please don't go...

#addiction #****** #horse #caged #addict #h #junk #dope #****** #*****