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 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
Fox
Why is hellopoetry.com black and white? I've always wondered about this... why my colorful photographs are required to travel back in time. How does this effect the poetry in any way, shape, or form? But I understand the wisdom of this design now. And it sets a great metaphor for all of the people of the pen involved in this truly noble motion, this secret society for people with passion, talent, and troubled minds and souls. Hello Poetry is black and white not because it has to be monochromatic and modern, but because us poets fill these pages with enough inovativeness and color already with our words, ideas, thoughts, songs, senryus, ballads, heartbreaks, insecurities, that adding literal color to this website would be overwhelming. These soft undertones of gray, black, and white may be considered drab and depressing to some, but to us poets it represents timelessness. And this is probably why we are all here. Hourly, daily, weekly, monthly, or even yearly publishing poems. Because we all know we are not going to live forever, and we are so entirely insignificant in the broad scheme of things and of the universe itself, that it is a bit comforting and helpful to have this coping mechanism or soft blankie to calm our fears, that this literature we write, however insignificant it may be, is absolutley permanent. And that maybe someday it will be remembered so a small bit of us may live on. Tom Riddle knew the needs and wants of man kind before anybody else realized it. Maybe he was just trying to cope with the fact that he is insignificant. These poems are all our Horcruxes so *viveamus per camenam nostram.
^^^let us live through our poetry
 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
Mike Hauser
Do you believe in Love
Can you endure the pain
Can you take a hold of what is given
And give it back again

For what is the greatest Love
That one would give their life
A substitute for the multitude
A Godly sacrifice
All praise to Jesus Christ
 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
Emma Jenny
One could thirst
For something unimaginable

One sip of a starlight dipper
Could quench a parched tongue
For years
One could wait
But never find
A picture so diverse
So nonjudgmental

A canvas.

Split by a single road that roughly
creates a populous throng of glimmer.
Tempting even the savage to shy away
Taming any evil with just one look into it's never-ending depth
and everlasting shimmer.

One sip of light.
One taste of the night.
Could quench a parched tongue

For years.

One could wait
But never find
Something as satisfying
Than a dipper of starlight shine.
 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
Emma Jenny
Isn't it funny how one moment
can be a shock of an ocean wave
rushing away fears
refreshing your mind
forcing you to relax in it's pleasure

and the next moment turns out to be
that same wave
pushing your feet from underneath
your once thought anchored body
drowning you in its misery
engulfing your vulnerability
and spitting you back out to
fend for yourself
between the storms of every new and
even larger wave?

Sometimes it's just best to wave goodbye.
 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
Emma Jenny
To One
you are their dancer
a racing love story of imagination

To Another
you are a beggar
seeking the attention that stands still
between the narrow alleyways of a shallow mind

Yet To Another
You are a listener
A crafty songwriter that hold the hearts of many secrets

To Again Another
you are a hero
a witty crowd-pleaser
A spontaneous jester oozing of natural charm

And Then To Another

you are just a child
lost in your own world of subtle confusions
that makes you wonder if you ever even understand yourself
 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
carmen
You know when you meet someone and they fit perfectly into your life and you just want to keep them forever.
There are few of these people like that. That will accept you, that have your sense of humor, that don’t care if you’re having a bad hair day, or year.
They make you smile, laugh, cheer you up when you feel like nothing can.
They accept you unconditionally and are the first to laugh at you when you do something stupid.
And you never appreciate them until they have drifted off into their own lives.

But I want to appreciate them now.
They keep me going when I feel like I can’t anymore.
They are my sanity in the insanity of the world.
People who don’t even know how valuable they are.
 Apr 2014 The Pioneer
Theia Gwen
I still remember
Her kisses laced with chap stick and wine
I remember her emerald eyes shining
In the dark
I remember her whispering
"To be continued?"
I know she had blackened lungs,
A messed up past
And a crooked heart
But I still loved her
With all of mine
I remember that question
That haunted her
"How will we ever get out
Of this labyrinth of suffering?"
I know all this
But I will never know
The last words she spoke
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