Left here tonight

Pillow Stains

By: the iHope Poet

The longest nights are known by those

whose eyes remain unclosed. 

And waterfalls are loudest to 

the girl whose heart he stole. 

The tears, the stains, the renting pain, 

it's all left in a heap. 

This is the pillow of the girl 

who cries herself to sleep. 

via

Falling Away

Does anyone Care?
By: the iHope Poet

One rung at a time, she climbs to the top,
the top of the ladder to reach the sky.
And one rung away, she stumbles and falls --
falls down through the air and
does anyone care?

One hill and another, she hikes every slope,
each step rubbing blisters; just keeps moving on.
At the top of the last, as she looks gladly down,
she trips and falls back--back through sweat-dirty air
and does anyone notice?
does anyone care?

She's told herself over and over again --
I'll keep getting up, I'll keep taking the pain.
But for each time she falls, there's another glass shard
sticking into her side, digging deep to her bones.
And will anyone reach out a hand or a heart?
Does anyone realize she's fallen so far?
Is there someone who notices all she has done,

does anyone care she keeps trying so hard?

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Hopes and Expectations

Maybe I Will

By: the iHope Poet

Cry me a river and float me upstream.

Blow through the oceans, and storm up the seas. 

Fight me a battle that seems to be lost --

Then win back the tempest and soak up the shock. 

Someday the world will give up on you. 

Someday I might just give up on you. 

Carry the thunder and rain down the hate. 

Burden the rivers with overflown lakes. 

Flowers at night never seem to rebloom --

Hopefully morning will shine on ours soon.

Someday the hope will give up on you.

Someday I might just give up on you. 

When the time comes, when we finally fall,

Maybe this love will be gone afterall. 

Couldn't we say we gave up on it first?

Shouldn't we leave when it's bound to get worse? yet,

Somehow I can't picture leaving this . . . 

But Someday I might just give up on you. 

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the sky is crying.

dripdropping
By: the iHope Poet

wistful
teary
weary
hurtful
trying
falling
calling
crying
hoping
doubting
dropping

knowing
over
soaring
roaring
sober

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too late

yearning...
reaching..
seeking.
turning

sober
roaring
soaring
over
knowing
dropping
doubting
hoping
crying
calling
falling
trying
hurtful
weary
teary
wistful....

then
the thunder
then
the lighting
then, the quiet of the sky

In this Shadow

at the Edge of the Rain
By: the iHope Poet

It's a beautiful world
with the clouds on the top
and the rain falling down
in the dark
No one sees what I see
through this fraud harmony
For when light shines
it all falls apart.

What would happen if hope
were to flutter away
all suppressed under secrets
and fears
Then the gray would turn black
with no promise of light
at the edge of
the rainstorm of tears
     

Final (extended:) verse, here.

I like the rain...

Nothing Else

By: the iHope Poet

To the clouds in the sky

And the sun, way up high

I will stand in this rain

Sing this song once again

There is nothing else like 

what you’re giving me now

All this power in the dark

Is a spark that somehow

I am safe, I’m alone

In this place I call home

People hurt, they lash out

Rip my heart – scream and shout

Here I go, here I cry

Here in you I confide

That I tried all my best

Just to prove to the rest

That I’m perfectly sane

Not with them – in the rain!

No, there’s nothing else like 

what you’ve shown me before

So much hope in this dark

Is a spark that there’s more

Than that place I called home

Back with them – all alone

And with you I’m still safe

In this place that I roam

To the storm in the sky

As you give your goodbye

I will sing my last lines

Thanking you for your time

There will never be anything else like the rain

For in you I am safe, I am sound

I am sane

No one knows that I cry

Under you, where I hide

And you’ve given me all, for that secret is mine

we were once there...

Where Did We Go?
By: the iHope Poet     

The world was beneath us
No one could reach us
That was when all we
Ever knew

Couldn't be torn or
broken or wasted
Everything safe and
Fireproof

Now that all this pain has come our way
I can't even think of what to say

And all of the love songs
Where has the love gone
Where are the words we
Wrote for two

--

This is a mess, it's
Drowning our efforts
Making it hard to
Tell you no

Is it worth saving
All this time making
Several attempts to
Let you go

But now that all this pain has come our way
I can't even think of what to say

Our happy ever after never came
Yet all the happy mem'ries still remain

All of those love songs
Where has their love gone
Where are the words they
Sang for two

Maybe tomorrow
Maybe in years to come
We'll be back to-
-gether soon

Feeling Important...

Or at least trying to.

I Want You to Miss Me

By: the iHope Poet

Well, it’s a good time to run away

There is nothing to miss if I have to stay

You can’t say goodbye if I don’t go

And then you’ll never know

Who you love the most

I still have a truce I need to call

I don’t like staring at an empty wall

I’ve hopes to gain some brief respite

So I say it’s your turn to want my light

Your indifference has left me for dead on the floor

Now let me leave your heart regretfully sore

Then it will be clear that I’m worth so much more

Than you give me credit for

Someday I’ll return refreshed and new

I hope then you’ll all love me good and true

That’s why I leave now, though it hurts a great deal

You won’t ever long for my help while I’m real

 Don’t make me feel bad or guilt me to stay

It’s better for now if I just go away

 Please, say farewell as I turn my back now

And hopefully I will find myself allow

A way to stay with you somehow

 

a Negative Outlook

People think of this world and very often connect it to negative things. War, death, pain, hatred. Many negative things. We are all human beings with agency and opportunities. The differences between each of us are defined by how we choose to take and use the opportunities we are presented with in our own lives. With every choice taken comes consequences of varied degrees. Ultimately, those consequences define our world.

In explanation, As We Die is a poem I wrote based off of a dream I had about war. As I learn about the different world occurrences, I realize this is a subject that can be related to a lot of countries and people now.

As We Die

By: the iHope Poet

Another cry in the wind

More moans of pain and agony

The blood and tears

Spilt shamelessly

Through the bitter ends of whatever war

Man may fight

And still another cry

As they die.

The sounds of hope and freedom

Ring

Fruitlessly in the foul air

The bare trees hold empty memories of what is left

To be no more

No hope, nor freedom rings

Even as they used to sing

For now they die

All light is forsaken

In this land of sick play

In this place of death and sadness

Renewed

Some try to walk again

Yet, they still each remain

In the dirt

With the sorrow and hurt

As they die

Each cloud stares back from the sky

Black and dank

Spilling rain on their wounds

Turning salt into mercy

Death is dealt by the hand

Of swift pride in this land

And they wish for respite

From the pain

As they die

I’m unscathed from this insanity

But I ache 
For the harmed

And the bitten, the smitten

The hate

So I lie on this ground

As I cry like each sound that I hear in the wind

Speaks of curse without end

Oh, I cry and I cry

As now I lay to die

With those who will die

Along with me

Under trees unforgiving and bent

Over our white faces

Which speak of such death

And the water is stained

Yes, your hearts are as well

For we die

Through our innocence and refusal to fight

In our weakness

We’ll live in much better places

As you laugh

At our forms in the dark

And we die.

The guilt will hang heavy

In your memories

Of pride

Even

As we died