*~Don't Quit~* - Hello Poetry

Jun 2020

v V v

Free will has brought us here,
brought me here,
all the result of breathing.

A consequence from arrogance.
A consequence from alcohol (But not me).
A consequence of neglect.

A consequence of the unknown
explosion at any given moment
from my mother when we
were young.

My developed response
a fight or flight my whole life,
the pathway so deep
a bottom doesn't exist.

Like a deep sea diver
the lower I go
the darker it becomes.

Claustrophobia and panic
are almost certain.

Breathing
becomes more difficult

and returning to the surface
takes slow and steady patience.

I've only gone so deep.

How much further I might go I do not know.

I'm terrified to think what might be down there.

The thought of meeting the unknown face to face is
a fight I fight everyday.

They tell me that fighting gives it strength,
it would be better to befriend it.

I try but

its hard to make friends
in the dark.

Jun 2020

Pax

All these people

If all these people hated me
will you hate me as well?

If all these people laugh at me
will you laugh with them?

If all these people left me stranded
will you leave me as well?

Well, everything is left unsaid

I hope someone knew
deep inside iM hurting myself

Sorry dramatic isn't it, sometimes this feelings comes and goes, i just want to put it out there like its nothing, like crying alone is a regular thing.. Sigh..

#sad #left #hate #stranded #people #pax #unsaid

Jun 2020

L B

Baptismal Fount

Why do we go back to our saddest moments
when we need comfort
Maybe to bathe in tears...
a baptism
of rage
to blow the sides out of sorrow
to come to terms
with helplessness?

To get someone
to hear
maybe to listen
to loss?

Jun 2020

Ben Palomino

Its hard to wake up

In the
Illusions
I tried to stay

For
In gilded
dreams
The torments
Slip away

When peace
Comes
The chains
Will sway

Leaving
The soul
A million
Ways to
Masquerade

So I ask

Asleep
Do I
Remain?

I know
I’m not
Needed out
There
Anyway

Jun 2020

Faizel Farzee

Guillotine

Midnight singing as it approaches.
Slipping silent between shadows.
My book of life it wish to close.
I am heading to the gallows.

I am scared hiding in plain site.
My breathing like water shallows.
I'm in a state fight or flight.
I am heading to the gallows.

I can hear its axe ground scraping.
A debt to humankind i owe
I am In chains no mistaking.
I am heading to the gallows.

The first style I tried was gammo, (won a contest with first attempt) aside from free verse, trying the below next. This also my first attempt. Writing is awesome. (Style Kyrielle)

1. A Kyrielle must have eight syllables per line
2. It must be written in quatrains (four lines stanzas)
3. The last line of the first stanza must be the last line of every stanza in the poem.

May 2020

Indeed

double feeling

he don't want to keep feelings this way,
because each time he come closer as I move away.
he don't want to seem desperate or unwanted at all,
he just want me to catch him each time when he fall.
he's so tired of always being that first,
he want more that just but don't wanna get hurt.
and as I spill these simple rhyme,
his mind goes looking for me time by time.
why didn't I ask him to dance ?,
during that slow song of endless romance.
can't believe he knew me so well from the start,
now he feels pathetic when I mess with my heart.
he considers me ; I'm just a good day and a stormy night,
just another me that leads him to fright.

#there's a boy

May 2020

charles

...and they watched

i could never be in your arms for long.

forever on the sunset-lit backroad.

always in a halo-colored room.

staring blankly at a live screen.

wondering what my life means to me.