I want to cry.
I want to scream.

I want to crawl into the safety of my bed where no monsters can get me and whitewash my brain with videos of kittens taking their first steps.

I'm hungry but I don't want to eat.
Those victims don't get to eat.

Never again will they taste pizza or drink a soda or crawl into their beds to hide from the monsters and watch videos of kittens taking their first steps.

I'm sad.
I'm ******.

I want to hug everyone that's been hurt.
I want the hurting to stop.
I want everyone to be ok.

Mr White Rabbit
Take me down
To where the grass is greener
And the Queens are meaner
I'll follow you anywhere
Down that Rabbit Hole

Cerulean skirts and white lace petticoats
I pout and I cry
I sulk and I lie
Eat me, drink me
I don't know what to think
But I do think
That I pout and sulk and cry and lie
Too much

Pour me a drink
Tea in a teacup
Quibbles wrought in mercury
Perhaps not retrograde
But perhaps a renegade

I believe in fairy tales
I believe in tall tales
I believe in animal entrails
I believe, I believe, I believe
In magic and in mythology

Wonderland, oh, Wonderland
Take me to Wonderland
Let me wander through
The Land of Wonderland
Come with me
Come down the Rabbit Hole

If not for hellopoetry
I would have given up
The writing was starting to take its toll
Left me emotionally exhausted
I was forced to take a break
For all my energy it had drained
Sleepless nights, endless lines
Trying to switch off my brain
Left me depressed
When sentences formed
A story I'd tell
About my life in hell
Sometimes dramatised to a new level
Sometimes I have seen myself become the devil
All my emotions that stain the page
The blood, sweat and tears
Written into each line
Left me losing moments in time
And for this writing became a crime
Didn't feel like I was utilising my mind
Until recently I realised this was the only legacy
I would leave behind
I've seen this art in a whole new light
Through words on a page, I've shown my fight
I've shown all my emotions, I have been totally open
Gave my all in every line
Sprinkled in a flavour of rhyme
If not for hellopoetry all I'd have is blank pages
A mind full of lines, forgotten in time
Took some time to unwind
And that is when I realised
These writings and I are bound for life
I've learned to embrace this now
Finally proud of all my works,
how has it taken me this long
To fall in love with this art
If not for hellopoetry
An appreciation I would never have tasted
And this whole community I've embraced it
Don't care if you love or hate it
It's made me make some changes
If not for hellopoetry
There are talents I may never have uncovered
Some of us are still so young,
Still, more room left to improve
The elder ones raising us up
Understanding a whole new love for this art
I once said These lyrics were written in blood
Straight from the arteries from my heart
That metaphorically speaking
I spread all I am, all across the page
Bled the led with what I felt  
So much heart into every verse
All this time it was never a curse
It was something special I've been gifted
To get all these thoughts out of my system
If not for hellopoetry
I wouldn't be here...caught within this poetic atmosphere

©2018 Written By Benji James

This place *****.

To her he may be a man
But to me that's a king at the end of her hand
And it ****** me off cuz she'd never understand
How I could love him so much deeper than she ever can.

The what-ifs and the whys creeping through your mind like tiny black spiders crawling between the walls in your brain , trying for a spot to set up shop ,to spin their webs.
    You push them back, back behind the drywall out of sight.
    But if you're not careful they will multiply. filling the spaces, the unattended places waiting to catch the beautiful flying thoughts that ought to be free.
     Those hope's and dreams caught, struggling to free themselves from a web of can'ts and shouldn'ts.
     As daunting a task, you rip the drywall, exposing the spider and clean house.
      You must patch the walls and start anew.