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  Apr 2014 Alyssa J
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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
Alyssa J Jan 2014
Tell me about your day!
All the ins and outs
I want to know everything you consume your time around

Tell me about your day!
Did the girls miss me too?
I'm sure they did, how could they not. But not as much as I missed you.

Tell me about your day!
Did he call you like he promised he might?
If he didn't he is insane, and he deserves a great big bite.

Tell me about your day!
Please don't cry. But if you must
Just remember that I'm here for you. No judgement. No fuss.

I love you more than you will ever know.
We run, we sing, we play.
But above all else you are the only one that will ask me about my day!
Alyssa J Jan 2014
Every time I see you my heart beats faster

With the memories that I have to keep hidden

They must hide away, on the edge of the mind about to jump off the side

to escape any trace of you in this reality

But what keeps you from jumping

This ever beating pitter patter echoing in the wind coming over that edge

Pushing you back into this reality no matter how impossible it would be

Although this heart is strong, this heart is passionate

It is still acting upon another's will

The very ground upon which your memory stands, the mind has created

For every step the heart moves you away from that ledge is another step the agricultural mind will take inland

The heart finally realizes that it is cognition that is truly calling the shots, yet they can't find common ground

Perhaps they never will
Perhaps it is best the ongoing battle between commanding officers wages on

Follow the mind? Or follow the heart?
Alyssa J Jan 2014
I think I'm gonna leave your memory in paradise
No use trying to bring that hammock into this city life
There isn't a beach to wash our worries away
Even if I just want to see you again for one more day

Masochistic heart why won't you just relent
Quit putting yourself through all this torment
Remember the palm trees, the summer breeze,
The actions void of any regret, Be happy we even met

Along this road life seems to pass each of us by
But your memory will never be tarnished if kept in paradise

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