#loveistheanswer poems on Hello Poetry

HRTsOnFyR Dec 2015

So...

There were a lot of really articulate things that I wanted to say to you.

I was REALLY gonna let you HAVE it.
But then...

I could no longer hold onto the words;

The underlying sensations of
Loneliness and Sorrow that
Permeated my entire being.
I think I cried...

I KNOW I drank.

Someone else came along...
Said they loved me...

I was flattered,
And I wanted to believe them...
So I did.
No matter the cost.

I was broken.

I still am.

#loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Dec 2015

Without a White Horse

My hands reside in a state of quiet contemplation
Whilst my mind rattles the very foundations of my emotionally charged cage.
This poker face eloquently hides the scores of sharp, smoldering daggers
That lie lodged in the fabric of my sweet, shivering soul...
They serve as a searing reminder of the cruel cacophony of my youth;
The burning heart of my innocence.
I have grown to accept the irony.
There is no white horse...
No shining knight of honor and valour.
Only a succession of lies
And a procession of sly, sneering eyes.

#loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Dec 2015

Scars and Stripes

She exits the door with apprehension
The push of their sorrows, their fears... their lonely hearts
Have become all but unbearable
She can't take the train these days without having a panic attack
Vague reflections dance across the window panes
The light rail careens down the tracks and into the mountainside
While she nervously chews at a hang nail
The precession of half remembered dreams begins
Flashes of color and scent and sound
Her first day of preschool
The Easter basket her mother crushed in a drunken rage
The bruise she was told to lie about
The feel of the cool sand on her feet as she sat by the river
Smiling eyes and lying hands,
Betraying her innocence
Countless nights rendered indecipherable by gin
Calloused thumbs and empty lighters and blackened pipes
Sorrows, rejection, rage, fear... emptiness
The smell of his milk stained onesie, his blanket, his photographs
The tiny, perfectly trimmed nails of his plaster of paris hand
That she keeps in a heart shaped box,
Along with a swatch of hair
The anger in her ex husbands eyes
The loveless torment of her mother's unending hate
Her father's misplaced indifference
The heat of her own silent tears
Become nothing more than the scars and stripes on her back
And the constellations of stars, seemingly etched in her eyes
Yet still,
She Endures.

#healing #transcendence #loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Dec 2015

Rememberings

She falls in and out time
Flys about like the winged feet of Mercury
Riding upon the flickering flame of consciousness
Navigates the chattering currents of light
She buckles down, leans into the wind
Only to finds herself host to a house full of ghosts
She dines with them,
Pours another glass of wine with them
All the while she feels the undeniable weight of their chains
Through their hollow smiles, she sees them crying,
Yet she says nothing...
For she cannot help but to relate.
All she can do now is laugh
At the absurdity of her quiet, casual observations
For time reveals that there really are
No greater demons
Than the ones that reside
Within the sum of her own reflection.
She dresses herself for the evening ahead,
Once again, she'll be attending the annual masquerade ball.
Everyone there wears a disguise of his own design,
Yet rarely is it one of his own choosing.
So today she won't be at the mercy of some unseen spectral stylist.
Today she takes a watchful eye,
And faces the shelf of faces herself.
Careful not to choose a mask that is too gaudy,
Nor too wild, nor too frighteningly cruel.
Because she already knows that nobody can leave the party until after midnight anyhow...
So she might as well dance.

#loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Dec 2015

Rebirth

I watch the leaves fall
Caught by the pull of the wind
Dancing on the currents
Weightless and free
A flock of color and movement
Each one synchronized to it's own rythym
Yet together, they move as one
Slipping between the fingers
Loosening themselves
From a tangle of gnarled branches
Finding release in the moods of the season
Gently falling in the pools of water below
Spinning in the fluidity
Reflecting the tones and the hues of the Earth
Reflecting the discarded sorrows of men
Reminding the eye of the cycle of change
A silent symphony of discordant notes
Creating a mural of raw, powerful beauty
The colors blend like a Monet
A sparkling image of hope
Winter's fragile bones
An undeniable promise of Spring

Rebirth

#renewal #loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Nov 2015

One Eye Open

We are blessed
And we are beautiful,
It's the scars and lines
Between our eyes
That make us so unusual.

We give our best,
Accept what's left,
With star crossed minds
And Angels' shine,
We fall awake
Like dreaming ghosts.

#loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Oct 2015

Loving You is Loving Me

Quiet little One...
No longer must you cling
To those clamouring,
Corrosive thoughts of old.
Accept that We Were
All born yesterday.
And again today...
And in every passing hour.
So even Now,
Our spirit pulsing with the Moment.
Breathe as the sky breathes...
One continuous sigh of Completion.
A subtle forward motion;
Effortless, attentive,
Unpolluted in contentment.
Arm yourself with joy,
Infinitely beguiled by life,
This plethora of blessings;
Never ceasing to revel in a Common state of wonder.
Your awkward smile,
Your broken shine,
Your gentle sorrows;
They light the candle
Of your eye; becoming
Amplifiers of your beauty...
Sparkling rays of laughter,
Tossed like tinsel,
Across each heartfelt Conversation.
Waken to the embrace of
Human error;
For both Comedy and Tragedy
Are remedies we share.

#forgiveness #breathe #now #elemental #renewal #zen #angelic #loveistheanswer #waken

HRTsOnFyR Oct 2015

Renewal (10W)

°°
~Keep changing perspective;
If only to combat the dwindling light~
°°°*°

#sorrow #endurance #change #adapt #z #fortitude #loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Oct 2015

Just Old Time

Like heart;
Love; Sun; Soul.
Just old time.
Sea eyes.
Dark life mind.
Sky soft white pain.
Water rise.
Light feel.
Blood, self power.
Past fell.
Broken beach waves.
Wild, cold spring.
Smile away.
Green hands lost.
Closed place.
Slowly grown end.
Mountain hearts.
High angel, walking pieces,
Man lives.
Pink meadow grasses.
Face knows flesh.
World left.
Earth night, deep shadows trail.
Weigh true sweet child.
Island gold heat.
Winter quiet.
Yellow, beneath summer thoughts
Lies lips.
Dreams dance .
Long red breathe.
Death stands.
House God.
Good fall.
Darkness hands hope's path.
Dead wings.
Spirit blue tears.
Tired silver blossoms.
Loving waters.
Bright baby high
Feels black.
Lines edges.
Infinite, scarred.
Snow, ancient,
Carried glass.
False crystal channel.
Flume inside.
Moment, existence.
Silent wet body.
Kiss, break,
Watch, tangle.
Play.
Forgotten arms came.
Pieces:
Star, moon, human, steel.
Fear stands,
Truth cut, truly small.
Courage, emotions
Touch rivers; Souls.
Rains think.
Leaves kindly leave.
Finally catching gentle songs.
Bleeding ocean tides.
Wind completely crying.
Growing spent.
Stream's edge.
Currents softly.
Big mountains.
Frozen pulse.
Hell colors surface.
Large, low, bent.
Nearby wire forest
Blooms patch
Amidst errant branches.
Little gray clouds whisper tears.
Fates made marvelous things.
Air holds familiar dreams.
Searching wind's,
Eye's of thought,
Star minds echo, shine.
Remaining rays
Reflect endeavour.

#poetry #random #loveistheanswer

HRTsOnFyR Sep 2015

Voluntary Blackouts; Standing Tall & Facing the Demons of Past Abuse

He pulls a feather from her bodice
She laughs and turns a coy cheek.
The boa, all but bare, looks ragged.
Like her smile when she's feeling anxious.
She feels the heat of his eyes, feels his intensity.
Her fears belie her desires. She wishes she could see.
See what he sees. See this thing that he calls beautiful.
He seems to look to look right through her skin.
But all she can focus on is the curves and the scars.
The strange shape of her body. The embarrassment.
The awkward turn of her mouth. The knit in her brow.
Her conflicts with pleasure, her repulsion for needing to submit.
The memories that bite at the back of her moans.
The shadows of abuse crawling out of the seams.
Ugly, twisted devils that sought to steal her innocence.
Returning to feed again, to taint the morrows of adulthood.
All of these things color the love she makes.
Tar and feather it. Blacken it with shame.
He senses her discomfort. Internalizes it. Confuses it.
He shrinks back, recoiling from the slap of rejection.
But it isn't him at all. Him, she craves. Salivates for.
But like the ringing of Pavlov's bell, they've built a deeper path.
Men she never knew; Can't even remember. Faces obscured.
Yet she can trace the footprints they've left on her mind.
Tracks set with iron spikes running through the bedrock,
Through the deepest layers of her psyche. Below the surface.
To where thoughts exist without consciousness, without effort.
The symphony of tragedy continues to play on.
She has no words to express this to him.
She can only hope that he senses it.
Senses the murky bubbles of awakening as they arise.
Senses her need for him. Her need for his patience.
Senses her need for silence, for distance and recollection.
Senses her need for his quiet embrace. For understanding
For her troubled state of mind and damaged sense of self.
For a self that she has barely even begun to understand.

#abuse #healing #selfharm #understanding #loveistheanswer #facingdemons #waken #consquences #damagedwomen