#internal poems on Hello Poetry

The Dybbuk Jan 2018

Hole

Walk along the sunlit street, and listen to the birds.
Listen to the angels and their softly spoken words.
Listen to the sound of wind across a grassy knoll,
But don't listen to the hole.
It's time to smell the roses, and the little daffodils,
It's time to smell the smell of your dad's burger on the grill.
Why don't you go outside and enjoy a pleasant stroll?
Just don't listen to the hole.
Because the closer that you get, to this hole inside the ground,
The more that you will hear the most horrific of all sound,
It's the sound of every evil thing that lives inside your soul,
So don't listen to the hole, please don't listen to the hole.

#repression #hole #evil #internal #unconcious

empire ants Jan 2018

Something New

"Who are you?" I ask aloud.
"There should only be one, but I can see two."

"Who am I?" You repeated my question.
"I'm the one who can never leave your side."

"If your here to stay," I sigh and sit.
"You might as well help me through this day."

"That's not what I do," You laughed and jumped.
"My job is to set up obstacles to drag you through."

"What's the point?" I tilted my head.
"We are one of the same, connected at the joint."

"No, we aren't." You rolled your eyes.
"I'm the one preventing you from trying anything new."

#idk #dialouge #internal #thoughts #brain

irises Jan 2018

closed

as time goes by
i find myself
drifting closer to saying goodbye.

because i'm scared
to show you all that's inside
when all that's there are empty lies.

when will i be able to tell you this
i wonder?
perhaps never but remember me clear

i don't open up like a flower in the spring
perhaps you found me pretty as a bud.
but I will firmly stay shut
since i don't want the harsh wind to blow my petals away.

a passerby may find them pretty
but they are all my tears that they don't know.
so my dear,

closed as i may be
i only fear
that one day you may flee from me.

#closed #heartbreak #sadness #internal

Morning Dec 2017

Excuses of a different kind

~~~Excuses of a different kind~~~

"I have a story to tell ...
              But they probably already know it.
                                We have all been through hell." -

"Open your mouth and just let it out...
              But it's in the past.
                                I'm ok now?" -

"Just say it and lift this burden, let me free...
              But I would if I could.
                                It's you and not me." -

We all have some kind of internal monologue.

#thinking #thoughts #internal #self

B Dec 2017

I Am Trying To Write About You

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

i am trying to write about you,
but i am not angry or sad or grieving or missing you,
you’re stuck in me so far down my mind space
my words flow out emanating the essence of you,
hands pulsing because i can feel your grip, around my throat
Squeezing the oozing me out of me

have you ever seen a person without a person inside?
A hollow, magnificent redwood
not sure if he is still alive, how is she still standing?
we have asked these questions.

my brain can’t wrap around anyone else’s,
and i marked it on my sleeve, right before the first time
we left off
because i knew i needed to know how to get you out,
but i don’t want to

because feeling you is home,
even when your thinking and saying and not-feeling and not-saying
brands the edges of my chest,
hot iron burning flesh,
we can all smell it,
but it’s fine.

#love #thoughts #internal

Harry Roberts Nov 2017

Lobotomy

I'm not me
I swear it see
Since a teen
I seen a part
Of me that's mean.

Apart of me that's been
Apart of me that knows
Hidden till it shows
Though it hardly
Ever blows.

It's older
Colder
More daring
And bolder.
It's apart as
Much as it is seperare.

It stole my age
Cause older I feel
In turn
And cold how the fire
In me burns.
But for breath it yearns
At ends with me.

Mostly I'd like to
Lay in the Sea
And be free.
But my demon
Makes me live
And evade the currents
Caught in me.

My demon makes
Me me, we lack
Dichotomy.
I'm one with
What opposes me,
In an convenient
Lobotomy.

#lobotomy #internal #differences

Daniel Magner Oct 2017

Sea Side Sesh

Things aren't so bad
when you're surrounded by dogs,
when the fog clears, beaten back
by sun-infused forearms,
shut off internal alarms.
Fresh breath from the wind swept set,
the serene scene aloes my singed ends.
In my grayed head
I feel a little flung off the handle,
like I went from cliff tops
to canyons, laying in shambles,
to resting at sea level.

Found in an old note book, undated

Daniel Magner 2017

#sea #ocean #dogs #beach #internal

Nica Monet Sep 2017

internal confliction

Wish i could find the words without saying another bad word
to explain all the voices that my soul and brain have heard
some are a lie that caused me to cry
dealing with my problems, oh i sigh.
Built my walls too high, for no one can enter
that even i can’t reach in and fly in my main center
dealing with my demons, either if i am awake or dreamin’
i shouldn’t have believe them for they were very deceivin’
people think i’m flying through my life without feeling dying
they were all wrong for i have been trying

i see mirror here, mirror there, which one can i look at and stare
they’ve been my enemy lately, that i can’t love myself completely
i look at her, and it’s such a blur
i know it’s just a reflection but my mind sees all imperfection. compliments of perfection doesn’t help me find my direction.

in my eyes i see my true complexion
but i choose to believe my beauty is base on perception.
i still have to learn that i am worth
every living cell on this earth
that outside appearance doesn’t matter
but what’s inside is so much better.

nov. 29, 2016; something i wrote last year:) and i would like to share

#selfrealization #society #problems #appearance #beauty #battle #internal #selflove #deceiving #demons

Glenn Currier Aug 2017

Internal Ambiance

[Ambiance: the atmosphere of an environment; a surrounding influence]

The smoke drifts over the audience,
the piano, the throaty singer and the sax
permeate the room with a jazzy ambiance.
My nerves vanish in the vibe, and I relax.

I enter the parlor to a flower-scent rush
there’s solemn gloom in the room for the viewing
I hear sniffles and mourners speak in a hush,
the ambiance here shaded with blueing.

The senses soak up the atmosphere.
Smells, sounds, touches, and sights
on the outside penetrate like a spear
take us down or ****** us to the heights.

Every day every inch of the way
is a new journey. I can choose my stance,
embrace the unexpected and pray
for openness and grace in my internal ambiance.

“Internal Ambiance,” Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Currier

#ambiance #jazz #funeral #parlor #change #of #attitude #internal #stance

Rowan Darcy Jul 2017

Rock

In a rusty white van,
We meet with a dope man,
He climbs up in the back,
Says hand over the stack,
Then he breaks us off fat,
Now take a hit of that,
So we load up the stem,
Melt the sweet smoking chem,
Lips teeth and tongue go numb,
**** why am I so dumb,
But my heart starts to race,
My thoughts pick up the pace,
Feel the uplifting thrill,
As words begin to spill,
I could do this forever,
Be light as a feather,
And just forget it all,
I'll be ten miles tall,
I just need a bit more,
All I want is some more,
I just can't get enough,
'Cause the comedown is rough,
The thing I just can't face,
So instead I will chase,
Till the crack turns to ash,
And I cry as I crash.

#drugs #addiction #internal #conflict #longing