Tea - Hello Poetry

Tea May 2014

I'm not from here
I feel so out of place
I need to get lost somewhere -
Just leave without a trace

These people around me,
they're so vile and close-minded
The things I hear and see every day
I'd rather be deaf and blinded

My mother said to me:
"Dear, your tries are in vain
To be so real in such a twisted place,
No wonder you're in so much pain.

You can always be like them
It'll be easy to lose your meaning
But just look at them. Just listen.
Do you want to be a heartless being?"

I'm not from here
I'm always out of place
I need to leave... somewhere
To disappear without a single trace.

A poem I wrote about a year ago. My opinion still hasn't changed, though.

#broken #sad #depression #life #lonely #death #depressed #alone #hurt #escape #suicidal

May 2014

Ashleigh Black

Looks

It's been awhile
since I've seen your face
in all that it is --
your inviting dimples,
the flecks of gold in your eyes,
the pinkish tones in your lips
-- and I can't take much more of it.

Tea May 2014

Tantalus

Being near you again
after a long time
feels as if I am Tantalus;
a thirsty man surrounded by water
but unable to drink it.

Because as much as I crave for you, you will never be mine.

#love #broken #sad #depression #life #heart #depressed #alone #hurt #unrequited #loneliness

May 2014

Sarah Spang

Metaphors

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-

Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.

If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-

You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.

If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-

Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

#love

May 2014

Sean Critchfield

Haiku: Nefarious

I secretly hope
She doesn't learn from our past
So she'll repeat me.

May 2014

Sean Critchfield

Mosaic

Give them to me.
All the pieces of your broken heart.
Give them to me.

I'll take them.

All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Give them to me.

They are wanted here.

All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you.

Give them to me.

And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be.

Let me have them.

And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground.

I will take them.

And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings.

Let me have them.

And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them.
Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful.

Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture.

Our Psalms. Our Proverbs:

“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.”

“If it were not for him, it would have been us.”

“You were all my brightest colors.”

“I wish I were more like you.”

“I wish I were less like me.”

“I am sped.”

And we will read them at dawn like litany.

Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both.

That we may take them.

And make a blanket.

A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last.

I will take them.

All the parts you no longer want.

Give them to me.

Because they are what make us beautiful.

Give them to me.

That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings.

That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

This was a birthday gift to myself. I am giving it to you.