#no poems on Hello Poetry

David Bernard Scully Dec 2019

Of poetry there is no end
from out of the heart the soul the mind
It is mined by the grace of God quickened
Always there is much never heard never
written.  All the libraries of the world can
not hold it.  It is silence that casts a spell
that no word can ere express.  It is eternity
In a moment and a moment in eternity-
the light in the darkness the darkness in the
Light.  The Savior who saves us for another
Day Who is every where and no where ......

#no #endn

Bhill Dec 2019

No Boundaries

Are there limits to what you dream
Has any time been exhausted in reference to boundaries
Dreams are only limited by the borders within
Within your dreams, fantasies, pursuits, goals, and life
Believe in ”No Boundaries”

Brian Hill - 2019 # 328

You can. Do it...

#boundaries #dreams #fantasies #borders #life #limits #no

Grey Dec 2019

She's Strong.

No.
She's not made of glass.
She's not worried about breaking.
She's not delicate.

Stop.
You don't know how she feels.
You don't understand why she doesn't want the spotlight.
You don't get what it's like.

Don't.
She wouldn't want you to talk about this.
She doesn't want them to know.
She won't want you to tell them when you have it all wrong.

Please.
Stop making assumptions.
Stop breaking her trust.
Stop talking for her.

Go.
This isn't what she wants.
This is why she's hesitant.
This is what she's afraid of.

My sister is the bravest, strongest, selfless, best person I know. Stop. Please. You don't get it. I don't get it. Nobody gets it, not completely. Nobody but her knows exactly what it's like to be in her mind. So don't tell others when you have it all wrong. They don't have to know. They shouldn't know, not from you, not from anybody but her. I'm so tired of this. You're supposed to be the one who supports her the most. You have to think about what she wants. You have to think about what it's like to be her. I guess you try, but you get it all wrong. So stop it! Please.. just don't...

#no #stop #dont #please #go #rant #her #breaking #assumptions #wrong

kain Dec 2019

Redlight

Someday, I won't remember this
Sitting in a bedroom
With only the Christmas lights on
On a half-baked winter solstice
In week old sweatpants
Faded hair and muscles sore
My vision blurring
Pixelating
Focused only on the screen
I won't remember this
No one will

"Darling // Darling // What if you woke up too?" - Wooden Floorboards by Hotel Books.

#no #one #will #remember #me #when #im #gone

Untitled Dec 2019

Wonder

I could sit and stare for hours
Dark blue abyss
Strange creatures glide
Am I looking in
Or are they looking out?

I went to an aquarium yesterday

#aquarium #abyss #freeform #no #rhyme #reactivated

stranger Dec 2019

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Friday morning
Already ironic.
Casually sitting in a taxi cuz today my history thesis is happening.
A kid was hit on the crossing, laying there with the only three people around who called the ambulance.
A few meters on the other side of the road,
The side the kid wanted to get to,
A man casually arranging tables in the betting house.
Watching the desperation in my eyes as I watch the scene before me.
Now is stuck in meaninglessness.
I heard later that day that the kid lives and hopefully so he won't stop.
So now I'm stuck in pink doored bathrooms and the road the trams pass by.
Thinking how desperation is hope because fear is motivation and anger's the fuel.
How much of a human I am, thinking the sole existence of life is somewhat philosophical.
Cuz that kid on the street and that bathroom I was in, are both poetry.
And I'm nothing but an observer.
Observing,
Things before others realise.
And still what value has this moment in time?
Almost 100km per hour, I could die right?
I could die by my own means so of course 100km is just a simple factor.
I wanna die by my own means.
No car hitting me, no sudden disease.
I want the odds that are against me to at least respect my timing.
Though it's selfish.
I've been wanting to write about that kid for a while, just couldn't get myself to.
Like a letter to myself I'd never wanna send.
Naturally running out of fuel, life itself slips away in front of my eye.
So in the most mundane mindset, I cannot stop it.
Ever

Ptsd

#no #what #yes #taxi #spoiled #death