Sniffing
Sobbing
Wordlessly
Conveying
My
Emotions
Conveying
The
P­ain
The
Tears
Fall
With
Every
Single
One
That
Stains
My
Floor
Out­
Goes
A
Memory
Of
You





I am at peace again.

I take out my cauldron.
The first ingredient is always the most important.
Rummaging through my drawers, I finally find the perfect one.
I pop in a piece of paper.
Next, I reach for my desk.
I pop in a jar of ink.
Stirring the ***, I open the lid of my head.
These ingredients are the hardest to find.
A pinch of inspiration.
A dash of creativity.
A cup or two of words.
They all go in the cauldron.
Finally, it's time for the last ingredient.
The last ingredient is always the most important.
I reach into my heart.
Carefully, carefully, I pull out all my love.
Carefully, carefully, I put it in the ***.
Mix! Stir! Whirl! Spin!
There. It's done.
I pull out a fresh poem.
I am an Alchemeist of Imagination.

Words.
All poems start with a word.
All poems end with a word.
But the middle?
That's up to the poet.
The middle is my hopes and dreams.
The middle is my secrets and desires.
The middle is my love and sadness.
The middle, my love, is where the poem begins.
But my middle never ends.
It just keeps going.
On and on and on.
Hopes and dreams and secrets and desires and love and sadness.
Words, words, words.

This isn't a poem.
This is a thank you.
To everyone still on HelloPoetry.
I've read some amazing poems, only to find the account dead.
And I know only around 16-20 people will read this.
And that's okay.
My poems ****.
But, I just wanted to thank everyone who's brave enough to write.
To share their mind with the world.
Thank you for inspiring me.
Thank you for giving me courage.
Thank you.

All. Over. Me.
I. Can't. See.
I. Can't. Think.
They reach for me.
They reach for my body.
They reach for my brain.
But they can't find anything.
Groping, groping, groping.
Hands claw at the air.
Shouting, shouting, shouting.
Where am I?! Where am I?!
The hands reach out once more.
Reaching, reaching, reaching.
But they can't find anything.
I am too far gone.

She disliked me from the moment she saw me.
'Whispered' to you,
(But we all could hear her)
That I was no good for you.
I tried to prove myself.
I worked as hard as I could.
And just when I finally became something...
Just when I finally thought she could accept me...
You left me.
I guess she was right.
I was no good for you.
I'm no good for anyone.
I'll be leaving now, taking my shattered hopes with me.

I'm not giving up.
I'm just accepting my fate.
I'm not quitting anything.
I'm just speeding up the inevitable.
I'm not surrendering.
I'm just done with fighting.
But remember:
The battle was lost,
But not the war.