Krishna Paras Jul 29

I miss your poems
Words that I hope are mine
Feelings for you are still inclined
Obviously can't get you off my system

Lately, my words are for you
These words that I kept hidden
This world is only my freedom
And I'm not saying this out of boredom

I miss your poems, boy. When will you write again?
Paul Apr 29

let’s touch, like cellmates
tending each other’s wounds, in the dark.
let’s touch like people without poetry,
where meanings are as plain as bruises.
let’s touch for nothing but our necessity,
with faces tight as a fists.
let's touch as though touching were prayer
and god was flesh aching to be touched.

During our encounter I had the thought she'd done time in prison. After, when we spoke, I learnt that she had.

My words might have hugged you in your memories,
When you were decided against me & my poems.
When you took the love of mine out of your heart,
You must've remembered me writing poems for you.

It was necessary for the river of your eyes to flow,
It was necessary to love as well as to separate.
It was necessary that we collected our desires,
But it was also necessary for them to breakdown.

Tell me, you remember when you had stolen my heart,
You made that stolen item the home of God.
When you used to say that you read my name in prayers,
You feared to miss the prayer of love.

But now I remember it all,
And know that they were just talks,
It was necessary to roll back on your words,
And it was necessary for your eyes to let the tears fall.

Our faces are the same, you're the same and so I'm,
But I'm lost somewhere, so are you.
You have been disloyal in love,
I was and am still the disbeliever.

We have attained our destinations but still are travellers
I wandered a lot after being cast out from your heart
But whenever I wandered I just remembered,
That to wander was also a necessity.

HP Poem #1218
©Atul Kaushal
Nik Aug 2016

education is a necessity
but is placed as a luxury
i blame capitalism

Nick Huber Jun 2016

I felt the wind gently kiss my hair
It's arms enveloping me
It's stare as cold as ice
But ice my heart is not
And as the blood rushes through my heart
I stand head first into the wind
It may take me far away
But my feet are planted firmly
My principles resolute
And my love
Hurricanes, gales, tornados
They rock my base
But I know the truth
Hell, I've known it for too long
So go on ahead
Whisper into my ear
And I'll stay right here
For all eternity
My captor, my love, your force is stronger than the wind
I'll call you gravity

Joshua Trevino May 2016

All it takes is one
gesture of love once a day
for the rest of days.


I used to long for your arms around me
now all I long for is paper to place poetry
that I've written about you and nothings
that I wish would become somethings.

But that's somehow too much to ask for
I suppose it's more than I can really afford,
a longing for you.

Clarice Alvarez Aug 2015

A thirst for sweat
A thirst for blood
Quench, satisfy
Drive the drought
Away from my mouth

A need to fill
A need to be filled
Fluid, flowing
Run your rivers
Right past my lips

A goal to sustain
A goal to survive
Gulping, swallowing
Clear skin and clarity

Upcoming poem for 'Unorthodox Art Project'. Check it out on
celey Jul 2015

now we're left missing
the you you were before you got hurt
more so, i'm sure,
than you miss your old self
but then again,
there's no such thing
as a new and old self
there's just you
you, that's not exactly yourself
could be, not anymore,
not at all
or not so much
there's just the you before
you had to deal with his bullshit
the you before
you looked at it
as if it was a necessity
to fake smiles
when really,
it's the ugliest existing thing
in this world
there's just the you who held too tight
with both hands onto him
or not at all
so you could cover your eyes instead
there's just the you
before he left you to crumble
and the you now.

HRTsOnFyR Jun 2015

I am but
           A sheep
Who can sport the wolf's
        Here I stand,
      Called to battle,
    With a heart made
           Of gold.

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