SG Rose Aug 2014
With curled lips and a growling hiss, he walks among us;
Yet you say you only see beautiful things now.
With a needle tip you shoot the Devil in
and say he takes you closer to feeling God.
One “e” short of the story you were born to finish.
A young heroine turned heroin.
Fenix Flight May 2014
My heels click
on the floor
Click click click  

I walk up to you
all tied up
and At my mercy

Naked
Helpless
All Mine

I grab you gently
caressing
stroking

"This is mine
all mine
not yours"

"This is mine to play with
mine to do with
what I please"

"And maybe...Just maybe
if you're good
I'll let you have some fun"

I kiss you lightly
on the lips
and walk away

Click
Click
*Click
I may be 100% submissive in the lifestyle
BUt even I have my fantasies, I wouldnt mind
domming a male ;-)
Vacuous Sep 2016
I turned seventeen today,
that sort of worthless number between that of
sixteen and eighteen,
i'm in between that of a teen and an adult.
I turned seventeen today,
and never have I ever felt so alone,
so bare,
as if I had no friends.
I turned seventeen today,
that's 5 years of erased memories,
7 years of happiness,
and 5 years of severe depression.
Seventeen,
as the day comes closing to an end,
I feel like I have verified that of any
poor opinion I had of myself,
I can't  internalize well enough how I am feeling,
I feel beaten emotionally,
not much of anyone had cared to even say anything to me,
including that of more than half my family,
Only one good friend had decided to wish me anything,
and that meant the world to me,
not even my best friend of odd said years texted me.
I turned seventeen today,
I wish I hadn't,
I wish I was ten again,
back when I didn't feel so alone,
I have so many "friends" supposedly,
but among this crowd in which I have tried to accustom to
it seems I can not,
the worst feeling anyone can deal with,
is being around so many people yet feel so isolated.
I turned seventeen today,
seventeen,
and for the fourth birthday in a row,
I feel even more alone than I had previously in all my life.
I turned seventeen today.
Just jotting how I feel today I guess...
Anonymous Oct 2013
I feel like things are turning around,
I might just be happy,
My life is becoming what I want it to be,
And boy am I glad,
Short and simple but also so true
Today the Irish people witnessed an eclipse in their senses. The morning came over all queer.  Nobody noticed, except the king of bookworms in the book of Kells, and the mice in the Campanile.   I witnessed the eclipse from a windowless room on the 4th floor of the Arts block.  Edmund Spenser's poem, The Faerie Queene,  shall henceforth be named, Long Shit, by jury of 5 English Lit. Students and a Lecturer.  Also, Sinn Fein plans to build Jerusalem in Ireland's green and pleasant land.  

Lines written last night over a cup of sugary tea in a public house in North Dublin.
A D Jul 2014
here's a funny story,
my middle finger gets a boner
whenever a homphobe is in the corner
for LGBT's
Ami Shae Jul 2015
I had the intention
of just calling it quits
giving up on this life of mine
that's shredded to bits
but oh my, I stopped in
here at this HP site
and met a few folks
who helped set things right
--they listened and gave
a few kind words to me
and suddenly I realized
I could set myself free,
that I could stop wallowing
in the dread and the fear
of what my ex had so long
forced me to hear--

Now--

I've blocked out his cruel words
he threw out at me
and instead replaced them
with words from Hello Poetry!
Since coming here
and finding this place,
I'm slowly learning
that this smile on my face
belongs there now
and it matches the one in my heart!

So

thank you, dear friends here
for helping me start
to appreciate the opportunities
I can now explore
and thank you so much
for opening that new door
of hope and possibilities
that are surely waiting for me--
I'll do my best to stay unbound,
to stay forever free!
So many here have reached out when they could read through my words and "feel" my pain and I am so grateful. One very special soul reached out and made me know that there is always HOPE. Thank you, John so much. I know things won't be perfect, but at least they don't seem so bleak and frightening now. Hello Poetry might have just saved my life and my sanity. Thank you to all here who took time to read and help me through by just your kind words and your awesome writes too! This is an AWESOME SITE!
Silence Screamz Nov 2014
Cast in the direction
of my solitary dream

Haste by temptation
in a sequestered gleam

Gone but of mercy
from the vanquished heart

Love turned to lust
til death do us part
Austin Heath Sep 2014
You are a ghost, or
a spectral anomaly;
Appearing out of thin air,
while I am 2 hands and 7 minutes
into a video game. You are
a haunt, with no teeth,
no fear, no presence.
Not particularly interesting.
You absolved yourself from
conversation with,
"Have fun with your video game",
to which I replied, "you too",
mistakenly.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
Aurora Maciel Oct 2015
fake smiles
broken hearts
our friendship turned to
*dust
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014
Evening slipped into the long abyss
So fell the red moon
Malicious shadows forecasting doom
For the cursed animal man
Inhabiting the precious earth

Fearsome rolling rivers ran dry
Black smoke filled the spanning azure skies
The churning murky green oceans gave up the bones of their dead
When the moon turned red

The crust of the hard ground shook
Split and burst into deep fiery crevasses
Dark yellow orange smoldering  nooks
Swallowing all of life
So inhaled was  mans world as know it
Destroyed
Dead
When the moon turned red

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Jan.10, 2014
A Thomas Hawkins Feb 2015
Every night when I turn over, before I fall asleep, I wait for you to ask why.
I wait for you to ask why so that I can explain.
I can explain that if I turn over I can't see you. If I turn over and I wake up in the night, which is seem to do every night I stay here, at least two or three times, then all I see in the moonlight is the attic door, the vague outline of a bedside table, the soft pulsing glow of a charging cellphone.
Because if I can't see you then I can convince myself I won't feel the need to touch you.
Because if I don't touch you, I don't have to deal with the way it feels when you pull away.
So I turn over every night before I go to sleep and wait for you to ask.
But you never do.
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