Handwrite poems on Hello Poetry

E Jan 2014

there are lots of different ways to tell someone you love them.
            (it’s a pain in the *** to burn music onto a blank CD and handwrite a track list)
there are so many signs we miss as we are crudely blanketed and silenced by the alarm of being emotionally disarmed and unprepared for war.
            (i can’t believe you still try to make me throw up my feelings and set them at your feet as a sacrifice)
humanity’s horrific tendency to dismiss our most crucial feelings and toss them down the garbage disposal is, more often than not, a reflection of how we treat ourselves.
            (i’m never gonna quit reminding you how pretty you are, so shut up and take the compliment)
the basis of our existence resides solely on how we perceive ourselves, so why don’t we take a closer look?
            (i will never understand why you can’t see how talented you are. you’re not that stupid)
the precision in which all of our flaws and quirks fit together is the equation to which we are the answer. if you solve all of them simultaneously, then your world would end up containing a significantly deficient amount of peculiarity.
            (dork)

Anais Vionet Dec 2022

cursive

I want to say something about cursive writing (this might seem random).

I’ve seen articles saying that cursive writing is a “dead art,” that computers have destined it for oblivion and questioning whether cursive writing should be taught in schools now-a-days.

But if you plan to go to college - relearn it and practice it, because you’ll need it.

Random hot fact. The first time you have to handwrite a multiple-question essay test - where each answer requires five hundred to a thousand words (a written page) - handwriting, in block letters, is unsustainable.

Your hand will literally cramp up - dog, you’ll suffer, your essays will suffer and so will your grade.

Writing in cursive is faster than block lettering and with a little practice, it’s effortless.

My sister told me this once, and this morning, as I watched other students, one third of the way into our essay test, grimacing and flexing their aching hands - I just smiled to myself.

Yeah, you can thank me later.

BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Oblivion: something no longer used, or even remembered.

#university #student #skills #writing #cursive #teen

ghost man Sep 16

send email to kath; handwrite note to emma.

i am drowning.

the work is becoming me.

i am not living
moment to moment
but task by task. my phone is
a long list of numbers and names,
and they all need me now,
now, now,
and yesterday and tomorrow,
but i rank them,
because life is a long
list of ranking and doing,
but the ranking is a chore
already, and i get tired,
my feet sink up to
the **** of my ankle,
and i'm no further ahead
than i was before,
the same spot, just
a few inches lower,
a few pounds heavier.

i am in no condition
to write.
so i smoke, i
let the spirit run
all through me,
and through him,
i find the second
mask of mine that
loves to write letters.

i am drowning
in letters.

the list swells,
shifts, squirms
in my hand.
every screen begs
me to write to it.
and everyone's got
a different medium,
language, favor,
passion and preference.

i am thanking and apologizing.
i am scheduling and dismissing.
i am losing steam trying to
wear all these hats; i
am sinking, i
am sinking, i am
sinking, i am sinking,
i am fifteen people at
once, all singing and
stepping on themselves,
i am so noisy, and grateful.
i am so sickeningly small.

i am drowning.
i am grateful. i
am swelling; i am
building an image;
i am becoming. it
is so uncomfortable.

it is night when i finally
sit to paint. these are the
things that sell and yet i
feel so much like a glass
jar already stuffed full
of change. nothing to
show for it yet though.
so i put the
ink in a big
circle on the
canvas and i
crawl inside it
and it is warm
and soft and
unforgiving
and it doesn't
expect a thing
from me but
color.

artist vent i can't believe this is what i do everything is blurring together

#paint #write #vent #artist

Dagogo Hart Dagogo Nov 2013

Been making lemonades since '94

It’s a constant battle between gold and stone in my chest.
 One likes to hold a sword to the dark with the whole city at his back. 
The other makes warning bells of paper mâché . 
Where I come from we’re mostly dare devils. 
We cook food on open flames next to a gas tank and race on bridges with no rails. Only one of those is real. 
My mind sometimes seems like a doll house made of old computer processors. Attempt 79. 
Most days I try to keep my lips zipped shut but my eyes are like a see through body bag. 
On other days music tends to be good enough superglue for broken masks. 
I remember the first time time froze and my heart tried to handwrite on the ice. 
I tried to draw her attention with the broken lead pencils I have for lips but I’ve never been a fine artist. 
We haven’t spoken in a while, I guess making new friends is easy but keeping old ones is hard.  There’s overgrowth on the road less travelled and it’s hard to find. 
And when I feel down for following the crowd, I use poetry as a pendulum to help my mood swing.

Delta Swingline Mar 2017

1. To The Person Who Finds This Letter

Hey,

Yeah I know, you weren’t exactly expecting this, trust me I get it. But I’m not big on writing long letters so I’ll keep it short.
You decided to read this so you might be curious as to what I have to say. Well, to be completely honest, I wanted somebody to talk to.

But listen, this letter is the first of many that I will handwrite and leave for complete strangers. I’m not trying to fix the world, and I’m not trying to change lives. But I think that we all need a little more good in our lives. I guess I should tell you that wherever you are in life right now, keep going.

Let some curiosity take over and open up to the world for a bit. Take this week by storm and live a little. Yeah, I get that this may or may not be the best week of your life. But take a minute to just experience what you’ve got. Appreciate the small things like the sunshine or the quiet. I hope that you’re feeling okay, but I think I’m running out of paper. Maybe you’ll see another on of my letters sometime soon. It was nice talking to you. Thank you for finding my letter.

~Letter Writer

Somebody found this... something unexpected.

#thoughts #me #writing #strangers #letters #finding #notes #lw #writtenammunition

Skye Applebome Jul 2013

Lost 2

Alone in mind, not in presence,
The boy cannot do this.
He has gone on for as long as he could, but the knife isn't enough anymore. No amount of physical pain can distract him from his bleeding heart and howling soul.
He types an email instead of writing it, because his hands shake too hard.
He writes a different one for each person and hits send. Nobody will know until it's too late: the clock reads 3:16 AM, and he's hundreds of miles away. He does handwrite one thing, however: he leaves it on the counter in an envelope, the front of which reads "Mom".

He exits his bedroom, and takes a last look at his surroundings, kisses his sleeping 6 year old sister on the head one last time, and walks to the balcony.
He remembers, two years ago, when she fell.
Fitting, yet ironic, he thinks. that he would leave the same way. He looks at the stars, whispers "Goodbye," and leaps. The cool night air rushes around him momentarily, then-nothing.
.
..
"Hello?" he calls into the nothingness. No answer.
He calls again, with the same result.
Slowly, the painful reality of his situation dawns on him, with horrifying clarity:
This is the afterlife, and it is worse than the real world was.
But it's too late. He can't take it back, and he is doomed to eternal loneliness and complete nothingness.
*Forever.

Just an alternate version of Lost. I know the last two lines are redundant, but I like the effect.

Anine Mar 2020

20 before 20

FIND YOUR HAPPY PLACE.
2. COMPLIMENT SOMEONE EVERY DAY.
3. NO ONE CARES ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK
4. SWEAR ONLY WHEN YOU MEAN IT.
5. EAT ICE CREAM OFTEN.
6. SKIPPING CLASS IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.
7. IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO CHANGE.
8. READ A LOT OF BOOKS.
9. ALWAYS SAY THANK YOU.
10. TAKE MORE PICTURES.
11. TREAT YOURSELF.
12. DON'T LIVE IN THE PAST.
13. MENTAL HEALTH DAYS ARE ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE.
14. SPEND TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY.
15. HANDWRITE YOUR NOTES.
16. DON'T FEAR FAILURES.
17. DON'T RUSH.
18. QUALITY NOT QUANTITY.
19 MAGIS.
20. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE SMART.

I might need this when I'll be entering college. This will cheer me up :)

#20 #advices #things #remember

Travis Green Nov 2022

Splashy, Incomparable, And Legendary Breeziness

Let me feel the immensity
Of your savage smashing instrument
Deep in my flawless flowery factory
Craft your rare black magic within me
Bewitch me, tease me, keep me in your closeness

Shake your big thick meat
Then squeeze it back in me
Give me your incomprehensible
And menacing sensuousness
Search through my huts

Excite me, spank me, put your game on me
Captivate and obliterate my gayness
Ride me like a top-notch snow-white stallion
Push your best-selling action-packed package
Further into my moist, tempting hotness

Communicate with my inner space
Make my creation shake frantically
Romance my inspiring and shining voluptuosity
Make my bite-worthy eye-candy cheeks
Bounce against your masterfully
Bedazzling and strapping flesh

*** me up with your hypnotically
Heart-stopping eloquence
With your unflinching steamy masculinity
Serve me your spectacularity
Go deep into my precious perfumed palace
Of remarkably eye-grabbing attractions

Hot off the press effective pleasurer
Handwrite your desirable inviting delightsomeness
Into my bright, mesmerizing entireness
Make my muscles twitch
Make me release booming oohs and aahs

Feel your rigid thrilling bigness
Break into my insides
Make me sweaty as ****
While I feel your ample considerable force
You watch me give in to thee

The way you impale thee
***** deep in my swollen sweetness
Cause my eyes to roll
Cause me to ***** your massive, supernatural arms
To maintain my balance

You feel so ******* amazing in me
With your hands on my belly
With your ******* meshed with my walls
Giving me all your rude groovy hugeness
You gyrate in me

You play around with my perfect magical playground
Irresistibly fascinating sensation
You give me grand measureless pleasure
Make my nerve endings convulse
With your earth-shaking and pulsating pulchritude

You are so delicious and unpredictable
So threatening to my homosexualness
I breathe your splashy, incomparable, and
Legendary breeziness into my system
Bask in thee, feel thee creep into my source of glorious secrets

Send the tenderness of my existence
Give me your long, bomb sausage
More and more, let me embrace
Your earthbound, glorified storm
Your tremendous and effective stamina

The way you ****** my sumptuous man ****
Make me gaze in awe at thee
How you take me away from me
Make me do anything to please my king
Give you my world

Let you disturb every fraction of my guts
Feel your rapid-fire verbal electricity
Feel your wild sinister tongue flick
All over my ****** hypnotic flesh
Go crazy in the depths of my gayness
Let me be confined to your powerfully divine flex

Feel you disassemble my dimension
With my mouth wide open
Trying to take it like a champ
As you devastate every ounce of my softness
Make my limbs move everywhere
Squirt your sweet, bubbly man milk
On my arched, vulnerable back

THE QUEEN OF DARKEN DREAMS Apr 2020

MY SENSELESS LOVE

My senseless Love
we have a story to tell when it comes to us
we wove through some hard times
that had truly made us cry;

The Ink on the poet’s sheet had been smeared
with so many tears
The hands that rip the page of poetry
will find the senseless Love
that was ever written;

Come, come forth into the light
you will find our famous lines
of a Love that died;

Come forth into the light
and let Nature of the poets handwrite
let my words of long ago teach your
weeping soul;

My senseless Love
the Ink is poured on poet’s paper
for thousands to hold our words
in the Lovers mind of all times of you and I
Love never dyes its words will last a lifetime.

Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

DARKEN DREAMS POETIC JUDY EMERY

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