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AJ Feb 2017
Opulence is a whisper
In a forest full
Of clouds
Subtlety is a shout
In this city
Of waning light
Liz Humphrey Jan 2017
You called my heart a target
when I said your words were arrows
you wouldn’t slow
your shouting
you mocked me
made me part of your clichéd love song
poor you with bad girl gone wrong
you wronged by me somehow
could you not see that I was cowering
before this anger I didn’t understand
your demands
for a woman who’s x and not y
I tried
but could never succeed
Your rap sheet for me
was a 6 foot hole in the ground
getting deeper down
each rule I broke symptoms of sickness
cured by submission
you said to this pit you made
in a life
as your wife
with your name behind Mrs.
keeping you kind with my kisses
while losing my mind
I would have died your slave
so I’m climbing out of my grave
no need to shout as I go
your words are arrows
my heart is the target you’re missing.
This is what emotional abuse looks like.
Mazen Edlibi Oct 2016
I realized a killing fact that I can’t ignore the way my Heart is operating!

I can literary see its components whether the arteries, the size and the blood going inside it!

Although I know its God’s creation and it is what differentiate humans from being inhuman!

I’ve thought I managed to express myself through my writings especially when I signed up for Leadership program and came back from retreat one!

Yesterday…I did Marma session and she told me “You don’t express yourself much!”…”There is Anger that is not expressed out!” As if someone slapped me, tell me wake up it is not a dream!

I went back home smiling with a fake smile! Talking with unfelt words! Replying to your posts without being fully present!

I felt lost in the space of illusion, the illusion of “Failure”, the Illusion of “Emptiness”….Leading me to Question everything I’m doing, that let me have a feeling that I’m about to lose "Faith"!

Out of nowhere, I started realizing what kind of music I'm listening to and those phrases hit me:
“The little girl standing in the rain
And she's all alone on the bad side of town
Now she's searching for a friend
Just to hold her when she cries
In her lonely nights, lonely nights
Where no one seems to care
In her lonely nights, lonely nights
You better beware
But baby you try and you try
But it seems that it doesn't work
Cause love is a game that they play
So baby hold on to your heart
When they tell you that they care

And somewhere in the night
There's a little cry
A girl who says
Hey I wanna die
There's no one here who cares
But if there's someone here who understands
Just someone here who'll try to lend a hand
And bring her home tonight, tonight
In her lonely nights...”

In another words, I was hushing that child inside me from searching for the hand! That friend or a person who can lend me that hand, thinking “Where no one seems to care”!

Those of stinky thoughts always hovering around me, and another song hits me also:

“I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
What have I become?
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
I will let you down
I will make you hurt..
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way”

I’m longing to sleep peacefully, and not to wake up with a feeling that there is some obligations needed to be done/settled somewhere for someone else but not me!!!!

I won’t share other versions of songs, it is creepy but funny how I was hypnotizing myself with a structure or life style without noticing the impact, however at the same time I’m grateful for the “Emptiness” and not the “Shallowness”!

What I’m confident of, is that my feelings had nourished my intuition to be at a higher level!

I just wanted to sleep deep! And I might have no answer to whatever question might come across your mind.

Anyone can help!

Thank you.
Mazen Edlibi Oct 2016
He followed the call of his Heart!
He followed the signal from Universe!
He kept all those voices  named as Norms, Limits, Fears behind his Big Heart…
                   And….
He shouted his Love… His Feelings…His Emotions to Universe!
He Shouted out a Message….
“It is my time to live the life I should live with My Heart!”
He is the “Healer” I call…
She is the “Free Breath” I call…
What a Joy they brought to me and the whole world!
Honoured “Love”…. Trusted “Spirit”…Grounded “Belief”… Led to happiness beyond words to express!

Jealous felt!

What needed to Shout one’s “Love”?

Question requires immense courage to have within the self!

Nourish yourself with Courage that your heart is bigger than the world!

Thanks M & V for the Moral you taught the world!
My account was accepted today
I was so excited  to start.
I read some poems.
so good
This place
Hello poetry.
Is really nice.
I read a fiew people's  words.
Ashton
Bleeding diamonds
Toxic  moon
Its gonna make sense.
But  they have some **** good poetry.
Ashton proves life can be livable.
Bleeding diamonds proves that  he can havr fun and be serious through  abuse.
Toxic moon  has a genre  of relations.
And ita gonna  make sense lays it down flat for ya.
Hello poetry
My first  night  tonight
And i know
I love it.
Smash the  hearts
Repost my words.
Though  i have some questions
Like
Why  does bleeding diamonds bleed?
Or why does ashton feel so trapped?
Things  I'd  love to  learn
Here
On hello poetry
A shout out to these  people who  made hello  poetry home  already
Ashton
Bleeding diamonds
Its gonna make sense
...
And more to come
Penthesilea Jul 2016
Her voice might be small but her words are lethal. It's not about how loud it is but about what is said.
Even I'm not shouting my words will still hurt you badly, because it's true.
Mark Parker Jun 2016
Silence is the great communicator.
It tells when to shut up.
Fun times thinking about little kid conversations.
Cat Fiske Jun 2016
Silence,
is the loudest,
shout for help,
can't you listen?
Ann M Johnson May 2016
I was making out a list of things I am grateful for which includes many things but I will list a few:
   Family
   Good friends
   Friends here on Hello Poetry
It made me think that one person on Hello Poetry deserves my Thank You and the Thank You of all of us here on Hello Poetry, the founder Eliot York who faithfully maintains this site that we all utilize. We might not always think about expressing gratitude for this site that we enjoy so much. There is no time like the present to do so.
Here's a Shout out to Eliot York who is responsible for all of us having this Great site to use to share our poetry!
With sincere, Gratitude this Shout out of Thanks goes to You!
Maybe you could join me and write a shout out or tribute to our sites founder Eliot York.
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