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 Oct 2014
Helen
In a back alleyway
so dimly lit, he found me
In a bar out of the way
in a corner, he found me
Pacing beside a raging fire
ready to step forward,
he found me
Lost in my own ire
speaking calmly, he found me
Kneeling in the cold darkness
heart sore, he found me
Waiting alone, in my starkness
he pulled me home, he found me
He found me hungry, he found me needing
He found me alone, naked and bleeding
He found me cold and offered warmth
He found me vulnerable
and offered his coat
He found me in a place
I never really wanted to be
He found me only because
he lived there with me
you know who you are :)
 Oct 2014
Xan Abyss
The ******* sufferer beholds another necrologue for Christ
In the savage, barren, ugly, wretched wilderness of God
Forsaken wanderer, alone again forevermore
His crippled heart is a raging fire trapped in a cage of ice
Beyond these walls of darkness, waiting in the shadows
that obscure the night so well
The hiding place of Hell
The path of fire burns on, ever in the silence of the night as it shines
in the eternal void of light
And I will walk the dark path infernal
Left in the razor edge balance
Between the shadows of the night
And incendiary light
I will walk the dark path eternal
Pleasures of the mind and treasures of the flesh
Temptation. Reward. Validation. Disinterest.
A cycle of cannibalism - inhumane
Channel the rage to desire, and feed her the pain
She so needs, she so craves, she is begging you for
Feed her the pain and call her a *****
Deep inside, the fire in those eyes
Give her what she needs to remember she's alive
Tread lightly through the fire of the dark path infernal
Remember the cold. Remember the slumber.
Between the shadows of the night and incendiary light
We will walk the dark path eternal
Now walk with me forever
And I will never leave your side
Walk with me forever
Between the shadow and the light
Walk with me forever
On this dark path infernal
With me, eternally
Alive on the Black Path of Night!
Another stream of consciousness piece from Fall 2012. Obviously there's something ****** to do with it but other than that idk what this is about either.
**
** will never write poetry
His senses are too occupied
With his surround’s passing scenery
Holding them in gaze wide eyed!

** has no time to think and write
Letting so much meanwhile pass him
Not counting the sleeping hours of night
Eyes’ plenty to fill him to brim!

** can’t spend whiles typing away
While the sky turns her blue into red
Can’t afford to waste an already short day
Counting words creating riddles in his head!

** is too busy to set his mind
On begetting inky wordy ***** poem
With nature calling him to see and find
The beauty of the morn in sun flame!
 Oct 2014
Helen
What a hearts thinks?

What it really feels?

** L O V E
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 Oct 2014
Jack
~

Channels change and minutes crawl
Depression sets the evening tone
Baseboards dream along the hall
As I sit here all alone

Hard is but my easy chair
Heavy eyes, a weeping tear
Someone *****, the anchors share
Communities are filled with fear

Shadows dance in lightening flash
Storms they rage on either side
Floods of sorrow, endings crash
A wonder I’d just rather hide

Bad news blaring all around
Every station sets the page
Perfect hair and smiles found
Reading prompters from the stage

How can they just sit and grin
Stack their papers nice and neat
As the world explodes again
People living in the street

Hurricanes destroying hope
Jets are falling from the skies
Another bust, a ton of dope
Politicians spewing lies

Mother’s crying, sons are dead
Shot while standing in the yard
Tell us something good instead
Can it be so very hard

Take your cameras, microphones
Find someone who’s doing right
Kindness to another shown
Tell us some good news tonight
 Oct 2014
Emily Kaminski
In the nature of a Leo, they must be the ruler of a place, weather if it's at work or at home, or elsewhere.
Once she found her throne, she rules it until the very end.
She's for sure a very picky creature, weather if it's music, personality, appearance, most of all for her it's fashion;
Never talk back to her WHATSOEVER!
Or else she'll growl at you.
If you pursue her anger by bursting her bubble,
then she'll attack you viciously.
The only way to get into a lions heart,
is too respect their territory and be very loyal and on good terms with them:
honesty and trust are the few keys to unlocking the gates to its heart.
Once you've done that, she'll surrender to you, and will be loyal to you.
That's one of the few weakness of a Leo.
They may be ALL MIGHTY, but in the end,
they're pushovers to the ones they love, hold cherish and are dear to them~
One must be a lion tamer in order to get along with a Leo~

Yeah pretty much it's based on my sis who's a leo, older than me by, ten years, scary as **** when mad, but there's good in her. She'd be cray cray forever in my heart~ :')
 Oct 2014
Silence Screamz
Does this poet
put down his pen?
Dark sadness grips tight,
tearing his skin.

Ripping his heart out,
buries his soul.
Feeling all tortured
and taking it all.

Looking about,
at all of the gloom.
Stirs up the ***,
sweeping his broom.

His mind is a mess,
seeking an answer.
Alone in the parlor,
with no private dancer.

His ink had dried up
and his pages were heavy.
One lasting poem,
come home, nice and steady.
 Oct 2014
Raj Arumugam
The photojournalist came back after camping
alone out there in the woods
taking pictures with her camera;
loved the nature, the trees
the lakes, and stillness of the nights;
freezing outside
but surprisingly warm in her sleep
in her tough-zipped tent

she collected the photographs
two days after;
*and there were pictures of her
sleeping various nights in her tent
with extra limbs sprawled over her
Some poems are better not birthed
be locked with the key never found
their scripts be seen by no eyes on earth
like the sigh’s dewy tears on the ground!

Some poems are better not carved on papyrus
be hidden in the deepest nook
unworded pains nurtured in hush
flowing within like a brook!

Some poems are better not shown daylight
be buried neath sorrow’s growing pile
unvoiced aches lost in the night
dawning in the morn as a smile!

Some poems are better not ever revealed
be breathed on the lonely walkway
living in heart feeling fulfilled
dying when the days die away!
 Oct 2014
Phosphorimental
love takes a
#life, but be not
#sad for,
#pain gives
#depression respite, but more that
#death, gives life
#poetry, so that in times of trouble it's
#you I see, as a
#heart in a lighthouse for a
#poem lost at sea
I took the top ten trending tags from Hello Poetry and let each word become the start of a verse/line. In a matter of 90 seconds, this came out.   I did this hastily - so I'm sure some of you will amaze me with your #tag inspired insight.  Welcome to Hash Tag Poetry!!!
 Oct 2014
Amitav Radiance
Water is boiling
In goes the tea leaves
Plain water no more
Distinct aroma wafting-
Dried leaves get new lease
To show its true color-
A light golden brew
Leave settling down quietly
Slowly at the bottom
A sense of contentment
As the brew is ready
In few minutes
A golden drink
Whose aroma is intoxicating
Swirl it in the mouth
Waves of freshness
Sweeps away the tiredness
 Oct 2014
Poetic T
Beginnings of pain
And the suffering of one,
Started early for one so young,
Terror in innocent eyes
A* punishment for nothing,
Rained down fists fell hard
Dead I wish you were, *
******* forever in my eyes
Decades pass and the hate is still boiling beneath
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