K603 - Hello Poetry

Oct 2015

A Lopez

I'm a cast away
From my own
I'm a second away
From all I know
I'm a smiling *****
At least to you
You are a sweet forget
From all I knew.
You are the shrew
Little boy.
I'm not your ****
Or little toy.
You, you I try
To avoid.
Scenic routes
Are better inside.
Inside myself where
I take my own steps.
Being alone I've
Figured is the
Best,

K603 Sep 2015

Killer Cards

I'm losing this game
I'm losing it all
I'm going to loose my life
I'm not winning at all

I can't even breathe because when I do my breath stirs the leaves of my life and they fall.

#suicide #life #pain #death #hurt

K603 Sep 2015

Only Early Light

In the morning
I'll love you totally and completely
No doubt

By noon
My love has not faultered much
However I feel you become distant
As the sun rises

By late day
I doubt and wonder
Nothing from you to make our love feel real and safe

By night
I am home
I wait for you in bed
I wonder and doubt as
I know I should not

With the moon high
You return to our bed
I still feel unwanted
For you just fall asleep
As if the bed were cold
And you alone.

I'll warm my side
You warm yours

By early light
I'll receive my kiss
My love

The early light is soft and warm
As the love I crave

I want to be all consuming and all you want and see

#love

Sep 2015

Helen

you died again, tonight

when I dropped
your favourite mug
and it shattered
into a thousand pieces
when I spoke
your name
and only silence
was my greeting
when I played
your favourite song
and I couldn't hear
your voice
singing
when I laid down
in bed alone
I didn't feel your touch
just the raw stinging
when I showered
waiting for you
to peek
I stepped out
mute
wrapped in
aloneness
wishing your ghost
could speak

Don't know where this comes from, all I know is it's looking for someone tonight...

Sep 2015

Tulip Chowdhury

Starlit Sky

Didn't want to sleep
stars were singing and dancing
alluring me
to unlock the door
and run to them.

But eye lids were heavy
and sleep came
while stars faded
like many distant dreams.

So much of life is lived
on a state of nothingness
this is life
and I sink in.

Sep 2015

Christian Bixler

Broken

A girl I once saw,
and her eyes were
green as the grass
in springtime, and
her face was soft,
innocent,and fresh,
and yet her eyes were
cold and distant, and
in them were distance,
and an apathy to swall-
ow the world. She was
broken and harsh and
silent and alone.

And I loved her.

#love #heartbreak #sadness