#writting
The thoughts I can not say aloud
words no soul but mine can know,
drip from pencil to the page
in an endless painful flow.
The thoughts that feel they must escape,
but I do not dare speak them aloud.
Find thier home in print on page
where they never draw a crowd.
Self expression through written word
is the only peace that I can trust
Therapy through my poetry
Where my words never feel rushed
Finally I can take a breath.
As the thoughts are set in ink,
the voices in my mind go silent,
for a moment I can think.
These poems hold the truest parts of me
that nobody else can ever know
Thoughts that found there safest place
that they alone may call their home.
My notebook knows me better
I think, than I may know myself.
And I am certain that it knows me deeper,
than does anybody else.
None in my life, not friend or family
will ever know me like you do.
So I thank you members of hello poetry,
for allowing me
to share my poems
with you.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
I need your heat upon my lips
For you’ve set my soul on fire
I can't wait, I am drowning in passion
And all I can think of is a night full of desire.
When I will look you in the eye and touch your naked soul
I promise you will get a shiver down your spine
I will then grab your waist and kiss you from the neck down,
Melting away all your desires whilst sipping red wine
Your body will be in the state of ecstasy
And you will fail to resist the aroused sensations
I will tickle and touch the most sacred corners of your body,
And you will realize, making love is too great a temptation.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
Brick by brick keeps staking on my chest, trying to test to see if I'll crack. The more bricks, the more heaver it gets. Now I'm drowning in a puddle I didn't even know exists.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
not crayon not water
but watered down
to drown that claw scratch
of its taste it is
most marvellous
sometimes a shocking
mark made here on the page
here here here here
just where my finger points
to whatever past
symbol we all agreed
on then when need
made need obey
for everyone
sometimes a mark memory
asks for from its past
sometimes a real jewel
that fell to earth and
rang as a star and rings still
so get it back
it’s written down
it can’t be difficult
unless you’re blind
unless you’re dead
and even then it is
most marvellous
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
You threw her away
A seed which wasn't being used
She fell to ground
In despair, in a desperate attempt
To make something of herself
The dirt which she fell in, nurtured her
Provided her with all that she needed
Now she stands tall
A beautiful strong tree
Fulfilling her purpose
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
Her mind is a bunch of tangled wires
Waiting to be taken apart individually
By the one man that dares
To wonder through her madness
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
he was her air
giving her a beautiful life
a life suited for a queen
but suffocating
her on certain days - shutting the palace doors
making her see an explosion of colour
but immersing her into a dark dungeon
her mind became a spiders web
trapping her most intense feelings
allowing her to maintain her golden smile
while making sense of her devastation within
this war is hers to fight for she refuses to give up
she still sees the beautiful life and opened palace doors
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
I was full of emotions
But i failed to express
Nobody was patient enough
To wait,so they left,
before I started to narrat
My stories were never as thrilling as yours
Nor my life as interesting as yours
I'm unique and my tale differs
So the only audience was my mirror
Now I write and then read
Everything thing that I have printed on my sheet
And I wait for more updates
Because my life is adding new lines everyday
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
‘Real poets’ say the words should flow
That the words just come to you
At random times throughout the day
But what if that’s not my case
What if it takes me a week
Just to put together the right words
Just to get the point across
Does that make me a poser?
Am I a fake poet then?
No it just makes me different
Everyone writes their heart out
Bleeds the words onto the paper
Some people just have a slower flow
Not a gush but a drip
And that’s me.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
I fall apart when I take a couple sips can’t help to think how hurt I feel take one more to see if I can go into this different world of no feelings try to forget where I’m at the moment and just float away .Take a sip of *** cause I don’t like anything clear. Take another sip you can’t get near, thoughts running through my brain can’t control it but to fear always open up and break into tears
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
Sometimes even though I think I've healed
those scars still hurt.
Even all the happy days I have
some memory sticks its poison
and I die a little again
Even now I´m in love, with all my heart
and this love is wonderful!
Although I feel loved in body and soul
this pain manages to reach me
and plucks my wings a little.
Is part of healing, right?
Die from time to time
agonize with some anguish
that… an old wish, one very rooted in our soul
take away our peace, erase our smile
Is part of healing, right?
And it takes time…
it really takes time…
And I think that from now on
my life is going to be the most similar as I had dreamed.
I woke up and that there's no reason to be blind again
But… even all...
and as happy as I can be
there are some things that always will hurt…
I think there's not enough time to them to stop hurting,
because is not possible to erase in the map of our soul,
something that we wished from our core
Lets see…
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
Oh oh oh oh oh...
How far you are..
Oh oh oh oh....
My heart my heart misses you,
Missing you oh oh so.
How you bring me that rush,
Feeling distant I can't even touch,
Times are 7 hours too apart,
Your going to sleep,
Now I'm waking up.
Haven't felt this distance with my heart,
At this moment I'm ready to catch a flight,
Make it back to hold you tight,
Nothing more, nothing less feels just right.
Every day passes by.
The amount of love I have,
My heart sinks,
I'm drowning with all this time in between.
My love, I am strong
Nothing makes me feel so weak,
Like my legs are falling apart,
Or aren't attached to my feet.
I'm losing track of these days,
Just wanting to get back from holidays.
Your my vacation,
But this country couldn't be much,
Unless your here next by my side.
My family is now yours and yours is mine,
People thinking we are just another fling,
As I ache for your touch,
I ain't to worried what they think,
But I will never let this love be understated.
Come and get a glimpse of what people aim for,
Were not even sure how our bond came forth,
This is the love you've all be hoping for,
Justified by god himself we keep falling ********
This trust is like a bond,
Like the quarter back going for a touchdown,
Even a stranger can see this go long,
Watch us walk freely on our own.
An army of two powered with love,
Although this stands for much more,
Life goals and life cores,
We shall treasure each other till it's all over.
Years ahead of us two,
Biggest army nothing will break thru,
Times will get hard,
Our faces will get sad,
But when we continue to work as two,
Every mission, every situation,
Will march thru.
Forever a soul looking over the other,
Together nothing can destroy this,
Inside and out I promise you have all mine,
Unconditionally we are a matching bliss
No women in my life has ever given me such hope,
No women has continued to adore me,
No women can stand for what you stand for,
No women belongs to me,
I am all yours.
As no man will compare to what I will do for her,
No man will hold her hand like I do,
No man can earn anything that needs to be earned,
No man will sacrifice in any need,
No man loves you more, Like I do.
Underneath it all,
This is both of us,
Everything's,
Ours.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
I had finally broke through on a small scale the words were selling .
I found less and less reason to find outside jobs to support myself anymore I drank as I pleased and slept in late .
I was amongst a few but we seldom if ever crossed paths .
We knew we existed but when you step from the playground to the battlefield there is a change that comes over you I cannot explain unless you are there .
People became less and less a concern of mine .
Those I gave a **** about had either died or left long ago.
To gain anything you must be willing to lose everything .
The person you once were must die .
Maybe some found it easy .
They scribbled some words down found a fool to publish it and struck gold .
But fairy tales weren't my style and I had reached the finish line empty and broken .
But I had reached the ************ ! , And that is all that truly matters .
I thought of those that doubted me .
I thought of the women with whom had shared my bed .
Most thought I was insane and for some that is what drew them to me .
That drive was always there .
I remember sitting in the dark with one such woman .
"Even when your happy you seem so deeply sad inside ".
She said to me her head on the pillow .
As we looked into one another's eyes.
"I'm always thinking sweetheart it's just my nature'.
"Please just be happy baby everything is going to work out I promise ".
We kissed she laid her head on my chest and drifted off to sleep as I counted the demons of my past in the shadows .
They lingered like smoke rings in the air.
I knew are paths were destined to part .
Promises are for fool hearted children not bitter old men as I.
She found another and I found my place amongst those who grasped what few ever could .
We were guarded to others .
Insane to many for we chased a illusion and turned it into our existence .
It was a scene of emptiness and regrets we erased from the simple readers view .
And as for me I bleed the truths of my past upon every page making it seem like art fooling everyone but myself.
It was a fight to remain afloat yet I swam with the sharks and thrived amongst the few .
I gave up everything that ever mattered to me.
And was a stranger now to even my oldest friends .
We were are killers for we had stepped on anyone who dared get in the way .
Never believe me to be the victim for I made my choices and now
I sit at the table eager to reap its rewards .
It's never a gift it's work plain and simple .
You clock in bleed your soul and bust your *** .
learn to smile at rejections and keep moving no matter how many times they try to break you.
What was once a child's escape is now a fulltime hell.
And I paid my dues in blood and heartache followed by vices that continue to consume me daily .
When you find yourself here, If this is truly for you remember as you ache from the pains of a life lived and a heart shattered not to mention a mind just a shock treatment away from the asylum .
You wanted this.
The view is never the same from murders row .
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
There is no easy way to take it.
The rejection of many never compares to that of one once true
They are the ones that always hit you the hardest.
I have buried myself to avoid the pain of the many my defenses are stronger than the average man.
She was my exception .
I didn't try to stop you .
Only a fool pleads.
Giving what little dignity he has for a thin chance at something that is over to begin with.
Kelley was my poison she was like certain death and a good time all rolled into one.
She never cared for anyone let alone me
But I made her laugh and that was good enough to have her for six years .
She was the one I wasnt supposed to have.
Young beautiful she was from a world I could never understand.
But she loved me for what reasons I will never truly grasp.
I missed are passion for everything.
Fighting ,Drinking *******
She understood madness with a good dose of her own.
The week she left me.for good I stayed on a three week drunk.
Eat pills like they were candy and found after awhile even being numb has a emptiness that simply masks pain.
The phone would ring and I knew it was her.
I couldn't answer.
It wasnt that I didn't want to hear from her.
It was I didn't want to allow lies to feed a glimmer of hope.
Writers are professional liars.
She was no writer.
She was something far worse.
She was a women whom had a mans mentality.
She was as ****** up as me and I knew her love was toxic .
She was like a cigarette to a trying to quit smoker .
Sure it can **** you but man one draw and that poison never tasted so good.
Death can be tempting when it looks so ******* good.
I was the past to her .
Nobody ever stays in love with the past.
I sat there alone in my cluttered room watching one day flow into the next.
Dust grew upon the page.
My thoughts simply stayed in a state of rewind.
Im not home now leave message after the beep.
Baby please talk to me.
Kelly's voice came through.
I didn't answer .
There's only silence amougsnt the tombstones.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
There are more stinky love poems than anything else.
Even I have written too many
Even I have written 1, sometimes, 2 full pages
But soaking the paper with tears.
Some go different, go joyful
And why?
Because love is easy to write about
It is the most powerful emotion only equal to hatred
Yet the most boring;
Unless it comes with anything attached
I yawn at those pesky stanzas of repeating gibberish.
Those who vainly describe love itself are cowards
Those who read them morbidly curious
And those who enjoy weak of mind,
For inftuated poems are the equivalent to a pop song
easy to construct
easy to deconstruct
easy to marvel
easy to cry at
easy easy easy
nothing new nothing learned
'O the perfect skin', 'O the glittering eyes', 'O the cheeky smile',
If you want to write about love put some mustard into it
And make it real
Don't waste my time, all lovers are marvelous I get it,
But what scars do they have?
And how many do they leave us with?
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
any one person can withstand pain.
But there is a subtle difference.
When it isn't registered..
Like a dream that alludes the recently awoken.
For the moment is always questioned as fiction when it comes about.
As if building a freeway over the desolation would bypass the isolated incident.
With every pass does it become so.
And yet it is ever so aparrent.
Like a splinter made of ice.
For when the initial trauma fades.
The cold.
Numb.
Aftermath.
Sets in.
Making every other impalement go unnoticed.
Picking at old scars with phantom limbs.
Visible only to other ghouls.
Which have sadly become the only contact available.
And neither the shadow nor the image it belongs to are recognizable.
And this room full of strangers gains an addition to its ever changing painting.
One that will inevitably be painted over.
For it has become not only a constant.
But a certainty.
One that will be upheld.
Regardless if this hand helps it.
Or not...
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
My eyes feel heavy and weak
Headaches fill my daily physique
Uncertain of what the cause, I try to sleep
But all my life sleeping has never been sleek
I imagine myself in world's, my fantasies
Stories of great honor and mystery
Fables contained in my head
Waiting to finally be read
But I'm too lazy to get the pen
And write all this from inside my head
I can feel this world's within me
But I can't expel them so easily
Maybe it's fear that keeps them inside
Retained forever in a state of mind
Fear of defeat and failure
It would take a toll on the self esteem of a savior
But maybe one day I will be able to comply
Make a pact with this dreaded state of mind
Tell the world about all my Fables
And maybe someone will be able to savor them
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
I stepped outside and all I see is the air you left behind
The candy bars we used to eat
I close my eyes and all I see are phosphene colors
The feelings broken down in a kaleidoscope
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
I never watch them leave .
You must remain a ******* to exist amongst the sharks.
But there's always the scars of a jaded mind to allow you the replay.
Dark nights always find me .
Where those memories reside the tomb stands in the cemetery I just seldom cast my view there anymore .
The fire never leaves you it remains to mock your current efforts.
And the great question seems far more right than wrong when dealing with the years of rejection.
I wonder am I alone ?
I wonder does the path run forever will my luck run out tonight ?
Kiss the wind as it casts embrace upon others.
Let the storms destroy them all and allow you to remain.
We are all locked within the asylum some just laugh to hear themselves think.
Old books give older answers to such simple questions .
Take her while she is waiting never think twice bout the moment .
A good bottle a darkened room.
I find solace in the silence .
Inside I'm always laughing to.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
And in between the changes she moved a ghost to only haunt my wants .
To deny the needs and linger in such a tormented pleasure the poison leaves only the lust.
In between rounds the music's backdrop faded as thought's of sharks and ****** of all sort simply lingered for the **** and the prey was clear.
She held the keys and I simply admired the view in between drinks .
A good dancer moves with the music and a true one owns the moment and makes you forget all the rest.
She could pop the clutch without ever shifting the gears the nights tension was electric and the passion was as real as the false splendor of the buzz.
Nights are a mystery and **** if her page wasn't worth reading and if not it didn't matter when the mind escapes the wolves .
Never to consider the want **** the politics!
The race was far better than its finish and the night played far better in my favor standing alone.
In those moments we share and between the emptiness we try in vain to fill the scene of perfection and the silence a pleasure in the hours .
Tonight I viewed the devils outline.
She was a picture the fragment of a fix and the night a backdrop. Summer wasn't all that kept the night hot .
As night was chased to light .
Sometimes its best to never show your cards .
As tomorrow was never my destiny but tonight was are pleasure.
The page tattered has seen its share and the rest is best left a mystery.
It was a hell of a view .
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
write with your heart and feel the words
see how you can go beyond the voids
of what you can see feel and write
since you you know what you are writing is right
write to express and not to impress
since if you heart in words and your mind
never doubt on what you feel
even the words for you might ****
its doesn't need to be a genius to have something good
but it take a poet to know how to do it
so write with your heart shouting
I'm a poet in words and a poet in heart
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Does a poem have to rhyme?
I always wonder
I wonder if the words have to make sense
I wonder and I ponder.
Oh there I go again!
“Just stop rhyming it will come to you!”
The voice in my head speaks out loud.
Is poetry without rhyme more respected?
I always ask this
I ask myself, if the words need to blend.
I ask with each task.
Oh stop it, will you!
“Just bare your deepest feelings on paper”
The voice was a friendly one indeed.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC