#ourfinalhurrah
what will we do
without this site
where i might have learned to speak
for the first time
i might have found people to live for
stay alive so i could message them back
late at night
some of us walk on the border
our steps wavering;
i tried to decide whether to stay or
go
you could say hello poetry walks a border too
stay
or go
you have kept me safe
people of hello poetry
you have kept me afloat;
for that i only wish i could pay you back
(this time, literally)
i wish that my words were worth something
because we need this site
now more than ever
for whatever reason
we have to stay.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
hello,
i never screamed
when i got here
hello,
i didn't say
when i wrote my first poem here
i was sad and mean and grieving
hello,
you all
golden people
said to my silence
you smiled.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:31 PM UTC
i come back here
every day and always
i don't even know why, anymore
everything is black and white and kind
and beautiful and okay
it's become habitual, i suppose
i don't want to imagine the end
the finality
dust settling
i don't want to be here to see it
i would never ask to know
if hp is as important to you
as it is to me
i think we all know, already and definitely
and infinitely.
i think we already know
this
hurrah
is not final
i want to say i'm here to stay
to keep on reading
your glorious words
and thoughts
and everythings
your happiness and heartbreak
i want eliot york
and you and you and everyone
to know
we'll get past this
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC