"dramatised" poems
If not for hellopoetry
I would have given up
The writing was starting to take its toll
Left me emotionally exhausted
I was forced to take a break
For all my energy it had drained
Sleepless nights, endless lines
Trying to switch off my brain
Left me depressed
When sentences formed
A story I'd tell
About my life in hell
Sometimes dramatised to a new level
Sometimes I have seen myself become the devil
All my emotions that stain the page
The blood, sweat and tears
Written into each line
Left me losing moments in time
And for this writing became a crime
Didn't feel like I was utilising my mind
Until recently I realised this was the only legacy
I would leave behind
I've seen this art in a whole new light
Through words on a page, I've shown my fight
I've shown all my emotions, I have been totally open
Gave my all in every line
Sprinkled in a flavour of rhyme
If not for hellopoetry all I'd have is blank pages
A mind full of lines, forgotten in time
Took some time to unwind
And that is when I realised
These writings and I are bound for life
I've learned to embrace this now
Finally proud of all my works,
how has it taken me this long
To fall in love with this art
If not for hellopoetry
An appreciation I would never have tasted
And this whole community I've embraced it
Don't care if you love or hate it
It's made me make some changes
If not for hellopoetry
There are talents I may never have uncovered
Some of us are still so young,
Still, more room left to improve
The elder ones raising us up
Understanding a whole new love for this art
I once said These lyrics were written in blood
Straight from the arteries from my heart
That metaphorically speaking
I spread all I am, all across the page
Bled the led with what I felt
So much heart into every verse
All this time it was never a curse
It was something special I've been gifted
To get all these thoughts out of my system
If not for hellopoetry
I wouldn't be here...caught within this poetic atmosphere
©2018 Written By Benji James
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
People say it's all,
In our minds,
Over-dramatised,
But this,
Is bigger than us,
And they never saw,
The bloodshed
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
Breathe In, Breathe Out
Breathe In, Breathe Out
The background silence is deafening against the sound of your own awful struggle.
The inevitable is patiently waiting in a darkened corner of the room as we sit around your bed in reluctant readiness.
A noble hardy vigil but one that, unlike the others, I must confess is new to me.
I had consciously avoided receiving death all my adult life and now here, my greatest champion and comfort was being dragged into the snare.
The last hours were truly stifling - I wanted to scream my lungs out and tear down the walls.
How could it have come to this ******* pitiful ending?
But no,
knowing your calm patient Christian ways the only righteous path for you my sweet, was to take your hand and whisper our last words of love to you.
It was the only way for you, mother.
Death is not the stuff of over-dramatised fiction, it's the quietest test we face for those we love.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
*in a dream, treading lightly, instilled by
the near to bloom magnolia tree,
in dream the same magnolia, although
dramatised to a near-fluorescent
blush, among other flowers whether
in shrub, singled-out stalks, or trees
(like the magnolia); then being dragged
into a room full of people i once could
claim to know without added nostalgia
i ascribed more to the locations i knew
them in, sitting naked, arguing,
resorting to punch one of them in the face
and then seeing blackness of my eyelids,
hearing the clock tick tock tick tock.*
narayan's mantra, repeated 19 times,
with the head slightly tilted to ease the
larynx and open the nasal cavity;
the mantra?
ōm nāhmāh nārāyānnah
ōm nāhmāh nārāyānnah
ōm nāhmāh nārāyānnah.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC