#discord
Hello my favorite poets
At this hour so late
I'm dreamin of our moments
On the server, so great
When they cracked a joke
And she laughed for hours
When he needed some strength
And we channeled our power
When he played guitar
When she wrote a song
If they rapped for hours
We all sang along
All here, you know?
Wrapped in our server
Please don't fade away
Don't be an observer
We're stuck here in time
Reading messages alone
Always online
It's become our home
So change you hair
And buy new clothes
Write a story
And a lyric that flows
Mock the world
Crochet a plant
Laugh at the jokes
And read all the rants
Get a boyfriend
Spill the tea
Completely get lost
Be you, and be free
Talk to family,
Talk to friends
Call for hours
And mock all the trends
Maybe stay muted
Keep the picture closed
Feel free to hide your face
Don't do what your supposed
Cuss out the haters
Binge watch your shows
Spam the main server
The chat's never closed
Join the army
Graduate to university
Maybe start highschool
We're all on separate journeys
The flights always long
The drive even harder
We're oceans apart
Maybe even farther
Thousands of miles
A complete world away
My moon is your sun
And your night is my day
So I know you won't read this
But in case you do
Write another poem
We're all here for you
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:51 PM UTC
The hardest thing back then
was recognising the joys -
often hidden in plain sight
often throttled by the noise
but not without a fight.
So later, we knew the joys
by their red tears
by their diamond belief
that even in the discord
their clarity would remain
that the deepest caves
will give echo to truth
beyond this darkness.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:15 AM UTC
Viewpoint: I follow
his gaze, he's looking for two --
and leaving nothing.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
We are witnesses
of Jerusalem, the place --
where there is no peace.
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
Rings of Headrick
Stabilize the flight
Of a broken equal
In zero atmosphere
I record you remembering to smile
Pixel pleasure
Whether or not
In zip ties
Cloud on the brow
Rain in the ashtray
Storms we all breathe in heavily
An end to camaraderie
By critical distance
By counting back from ten
Zero is an even number
When discord is no longer odd
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
crash and slam---
into the silver reflection,
where
I see myself
on the waters,
my thoughts
go astray
and begin
a riot in
my mind,
shattering
what's left of me
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
Shards of silence splinter,
fractals in a firestorm,
spitting tongues of dissonance—
a thousand echoes collide,
furious in their quiet.
Cacophonous breath snaps the air,
a brittle pulse skittering on the edge
of infinity’s unraveling thread.
Fingers claw through time’s tattered skin,
guts of fate, entwined in the darkening loop,
each moment—shattered, resurgent.
The sky is a broken chandelier,
raining sparks like ghostly paperclips,
stretched too thin,
too jagged to catch—
each piece too sharp to hold,
to name.
Spirals twist through aching space,
each turn a jagged refrain,
unhinged from rhythm,
lost in sound—
chasing its own reflection,
a fractured symphony,
unsung,
stifled by its own reverberation.
Hunger for motion tears through the hollow,
frenzied like a feathered shard,
quivering in the teeth of wind,
caught in a whirl of starlight’s splatter.
The sky is endless,
but always breaking,
and always,
still,
it falls.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
All the white angels
sway, they are singing of us:
of our division.
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 4:12 AM UTC
Souls are colourless,
black and white the setups that --
separate people.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 4:13 AM UTC
We were citizens,
and suddenly our faith has --
become suspicious.
Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 4:11 AM UTC
Teaching religion.
First lesson: unbelievers --
do not belong here.
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 3:12 AM UTC
Two people will form
a community, any --
trio will split up.
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
Don't trust him! He's nuts,
he even confuses Kant --
with Schopenhauer!
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
The snapshot of our reality
was instant
was pure
it existed before our time
before we were ever sure
Magnetic was the bonding
snapping together like opposites
negative and positive meeting
where forces find the neutral
you and I were there
where brotherhood is beautiful
But my negative was a poison
an acid in the well
slowly unwinding
the potency of the spell
I watched the picture fading
like a manuscript lost to time
that which was made by God
corrupted by insanity's rhyme
there was a cyclical note
in the air of the night
when truths became daggers
and lies flickered alight
I was patient
I was penitent
my prayers were true and real
but our friendship was cut down
like prey under blades of steel
I saw my past catch up
like wolves in the dark
devouring what we'd created
disemboweled by matters of the heart
Who can cure these ailments
that live beyond the soul
while it watches the tumult below
hearts fighting in lieu of the goal
I was there on the battlefield
I watched the future fade to black
all I wanted was the love
that could bring my will to fight back
Brother can be lost in the world
they can spill the blood they share
they can get lost in the moment
and spite the fates that brought them there
it's hard to create family
but so easy to break it
because that which truly matters
is fragile, vulnerable, naked
We protect our love by how we lead our lives
with integrity, compassion, and virtue
so that in the moments life gets hard
we fall back not on the things that hurt us
but on the bonds that gave us life
that gave us the will to carry on
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 8:39 PM UTC
After every row,
After every disagreement,
Every fight,
There comes conversation and then silence,
And the bigger the discord it seems
Then deeper and more profound
The silence that ensues,
And this one I am in now is
Startling in its totality,
Even words do not disturb
Nor ripple
The absence of communication
And the echoing hum
Upon my mind's ears
It's a sort of stasis
Where time and blood
And passion hang
Suspended in time,
Going nowhere,
From nowhere,
Just there
I know that love will,
Like the suns rays,
Thaw us and warm us
Back to softness and intimacy,
Back to how we "are",
But 'til then and right now we sit,
In silence
And I hate it......
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 7:06 AM UTC
It is 1am,
I just played minecraft on our server,
which has mostly been abandoned.
Good memories and happy thoughts.
It is still 1am,
The discord call is muted.
The only sound is the Lo-Fi from the music bot.
I am calm.
It is 1am,
and I am thinking about how much I love my friends.
Thank you, for everything, I am glad we exist.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 7:00 PM UTC
I was fine enough on my own
and then I met you
who animated my heart of stone
then turned it blue
wondering what I'll do
when this thing is through.
I'd swim through tides of the apocalypse
just to reach your apocryphal hips
but my cacophonous wit
tells me I should probably quit
because you're better than I
so I fear you'll sever our tie
then I'll pull a lever and die.
I try not to think
I try not to sink
I try not to blink
after the Kool-Aid I drink
casts an enchantment
of life enhancement
I couldn't have planned it
so I just say **** it
flying to another planet
with an atmosphere uncertain
I can't see past this dumb curtain
made by time
my maybe mind
makes me whine
that it's not fair
that your soft hair
has me locked there
waiting for the final judgment
wishing for your sublet
guessing I'll be upset
at another lonely sunset.
Please don't mind me
I've just been alone a long time
seeing the signing
that for a home there's a long line
and I don't have a ticket
to get the biscuit
I jest I missed it
because I blessed a misfit
which stole my youth
and made me uncouth
I couldn't regroup
and then I saw you.
I feel loneliness so strongly
I search for a sense of belonging
but might be doing so wrongly
when I think that anyone on me
will provide an awning
for the fear spawning
over existential odd me
who thinks servile fawning
will leave people wanting.
I wish I could pull a ripcord
to ignore
the dim floor
implored
by inner discord
but I just described you
a conundrum it's true
you create room
for thunder and gloom
then sunder it too.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
the seas of pain hurt before dawn,
before returning itself to the ocean,
escaping from the light it turns to blue anemones,
to be lost in a wave or waves of the memories,
discord turns in stillness,
the thought of ourselves hurt long before
and still after the first death,
men
women
dressed in the color of the soul breathe under
cover(s),
the children of our imagination laugh like a
bird of freedom dipping its wings into the sun
some of the winds of words sleep after the hurricane
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
Peace rings with Harmonia's song
Balance floats with your soft hymns
Winds skip past, flowing effortlessly as leaves dance
My eyes open, all is shed, and clarity sets
Your frequencies screech
Chaos jabs at the foundation
Shadowed by Eris's blackened wings
Uprooting and dismantling me, but why?
We exist together, to bring growth
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
Secrets can make you
Secrets can break you
Secrets shape us
Secrets divide us
Secrets drop a wall between us
Dividing families with no one the wiser
How can they not see this?
It’s right there
Between us
What if I tell?
What if they know?
What if they judge?
The scariest outcome would be
If nothing changes
And the wall of secrets wasn’t
The real divide
Between us
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
I be
the feeling of an answer
not
the urgency
of a question
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC
In a very distant land I believe there is a
King; he is old decrepit and withered; no
Servants and no Knaves beside him; no
Queen to be the solace of his miserable
Being; he perched upon his throne and
Do nothing but beholds his sank in
Calamity Kingdom; the old tokens of His
Might and Sway may still be visible;
Bearing no power though; his mantle is
Crimson but dusty and shabby;
Somewhere even stiffened and resembles
A crust; his skin is placid and paled and
Peeling with flakes which fall and mound near au pied of his throne; no sounds
Resound but his moans and groans
From pain or from despair or some other
Misery is not known; but the thing that is
True is the fact that he suffers and craves
For the former boons; he wishes his plight
Was restored to that of an ephebe; but
Alas; leave all thy hopes thou King since
Long Ago of Nothing; forsaken is thy
Kingdom, come no prosper to thee nor
Posterity will thrive nor any herb will reside
These barren lands of yours; for we reap
What we sow and when thou sowest
Tempest
Thou shalt reap the sprouts of
Despondency
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
This isn't a poem, it's a thank you. Thank you all so much for, bein there for me. And inspiring me to know what I have. And thank you all for lifting me up with some of your comments. If anyone would love to talk to me, or anything don't be afraid to text me on discord. https://discord.gg/SBFp4m
Thank you for excepting me when others, wouldn't. I a glad to be in the Hello Poetry family with such talented and amazing people
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC