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#newhope
I’m tired of living, Sick of this life of mine. Been waiting for things to get better, But the sun never seems to shine. We’re holding on to each other And maybe the bond will break, But as of now you’re the only thing That’s keepin’ me awake. I’ll hold on to forever, If it’s you at the end of the rope, Anyone else who begs Well, I won’t fulfill that trope. We’ll hold on to forever, Each holding an end of the rope, Keeping each other balanced, Bringing each other hope.
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 1:23 AM UTC
Hold on to Forever
Youre never gonna let never gonna let me down proud of You... King of Universe
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
arisen
For the longest time I was on cloud nine.  I knew it had to be a dream Nothing that good would ever happen to me.  But i was to afraid. To afraid to wake up and feel the bitterness, that I knew would consume me.  The dream, It felt so real As if everything would finally be perfect  As if I would finally be free.  But now I know that was very wrong of me. How could a person like I ever feel anything but empty.  There's emptiness at the very pit of my soul it's what defines me, It's what binds me, It's what makes me me.  You may wonder why I'm telling you this, honestly I don't know Maybe it's just in hopes that I'm not crazy.  That I'm not alone. One day you might feel like this, And I just want you to see. You don't have nobody.  You have me.  And I truly do think your amazing. And as for my dream it completely shattered me. I thought I finally knew who I was, Or at least who I was supposed to be. But it was just a dream. As badly as I wanted it, And thought it would complete me. I was wrong.  So here I am searching for my new dream.  Still searching for me.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Dreams
Yesterday was gloomy, Everything was blue Its raining inside I didn't have a clue My bed was cold Sterile and bold I couldn't uphold "Stay Put" as they told As I slowly drift away My mind must not fall astray "Live!" I scream "Live! to see another day" Is This The End? Or Just The Beginning Am I Winning? Or Losing Its Utterly Confusing Woke up in the morning Thinking the world was ending, In fact, everyone is smiling, Well that's a bit reassuring. I'm Alive
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
Tipping the balance
Press the barrel with splatted dreams against my head. Sorry that my only skill was to lie. It killed me, bit by bit every time. Just making this time that has finally come, easier. I have slowly comes to love the sun. To appreciate each blade of grass between my toes. To love how a drop of sweat runs down my face. Accept the pain that comes from laughing. What I'm trying to say. Can not be expressed onto paper with ink... No. Now this is the point where I say how much I'm sorry for leaving. And I truly am... But as I write this letter. I have removed the barrel. And walking to your room. To say... The evil has gone from me now. I'm gone. What's left... Is the one you feel in love with... And I'm sorry I left for so long. I love you.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
The Suicide Note...
Who am I? I am nobody. No one knows me, no one cares for me. I am a ghost trapped in this place I once called home. There is nothing left for me, so why do I stay you ask? I stay for one reason and reason only, the hope that one day, I can help other people just like me in this sad, sad place. I am the start of the resistance! I am here for those with no voice, no hope, no one!
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Who am I?
Madness is upon us and this.. This will be the end as we know it. The stratosphere has kept the heavens to quiver Thunders roared Lightnings have struck Rain blissfully starts to shower The men and their atrocities must drown Days upon days We are left to surrender Lost in a bermuda of the past Never to resurface in the light Give in Never give up Fight Accept Surrender It's time for us to truly live a life.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
10,000 Nights of Thunder
Our love is a shooting star So majestic and true With elongated trail Serves as memories Some lights are kept Others are swept Slowly disintegrate into nothingness But each fading light Erased from my sight Your blinding lust To have you is a must But all is short As you come and go   I shall wait for my star Again and again As the first one flew by A new star shall take its flight                                              By Our Love Henceforth                                             And For What It's Worth                  S....t....a....r....d....u....s....t............M....e....m....o....r....i....e....s                         I               a       e             T       e                    o       t                                  C        r                      h                  M       s
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Stardust Memories
Fear is a constant friend for me in this old town, It numbs, yet excites in the men's old tin drums. Everything else runs away and hides in the imminent   twilight. It keeps us old folk happy, and us young folk safe, even if I'm anesthetized in street dances. The love of your life is in that next building, honey, looking over his footprints for the future.   And if he's not it, live with it. Keep Him happy, so that you're safe.   Never stop fearing... Love was never in the cards for any of us; why would it happen for me? I wasn't any more than us. A distant longing quenches a soul with doubts for only so long though ...making the white hum and breed black.   A lone sound amongst the silence with its soul thirsts for what has been hidden.   There's no sign of true life without something more, bigger than you and us.   How can there be, when true loss is unpredictable, our founders said.   It has already been spoken in a prophecy...         Perhaps, for me it is different, what then? Do you pity me?   them? I do. But there's something wrong with the little party I didn't plan, yet didn't cancel. There were people overseas, beside you and me that have died for what   I have been avoiding. Why?     Perhaps my own parade needs a little rain,     or a blazing hellfire to make way for the reality? The transfiguration I've been dreaming for, has watched me, and cried for me while I watched the town parade, riding on my dad's shoulders. But we have been anointed by the bravery and hope I've dreamed about when I saw us walk away. We need to leave this ghost town, where beasts of my blood  roam the streets. Where fear overtook me and mated with me in an incestuous ceremony.   A true joining of true , lost ones   Created in the beginning to love   lost their way, found home   with the one and only Reason, not to fear....a goodbye.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
Transfiguration
Fear is a constant friend for me in this old town, It numbs, yet excites in the men's old tin drums. Everything else runs away and hides in the imminent   twilight. It keeps us old folk happy, and us young folk safe, even if I'm anesthetized in street dances. The love of your life is in that next building, honey, looking over his footprints for the future.   And if he's not it, live with it. Keep Him happy, so that you're safe.   Never stop fearing... Love was never in the cards for any of us; why would it happen for me? I wasn't any more than us. A distant longing quenches a soul with doubts for only so long though ...making the white hum and breed black.   A lone sound amongst the silence with its soul thirsts for what has been hidden.   There's no sign of true life without something more, bigger than you and us.   How can there be, when true loss is unpredictable, our founders said.   It has already been spoken in a prophecy...         Perhaps, for me it is different, what then? Do you pity me?   them? I do. But there's something wrong with the little party I didn't plan, yet didn't cancel. There were people overseas, beside you and me that have died for what   I have been avoiding. Why?     Perhaps my own parade needs a little rain,     or a blazing hellfire to make way for the reality? The transfiguration I've been dreaming for, has watched me, and cried for me while I watched the town parade, riding on my dad's shoulders. But we have been anointed by the bravery and hope I've dreamed about when I saw us walk away. We need to leave this ghost town, where beasts of my blood  roam the streets. Where fear overtook me and mated with me in an incestuous ceremony.   A true joining of true , lost ones   Created in the beginning to love   lost their way, found home   with the one and only Reason, not to fear....a goodbye.
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She keeps my soul alive, I'm content with just the conversations. Intelligent beauty, everyday I travel to her imagination. She gave me her Skeleton key. I can explore any place in her mind. Trusting each other with the secrets and fascinations of our lives. Akaash.Horizon
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Intelligent beauty