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Stay.
Accept my imperfections.
I will do anything for you.
I need you.
I need your soul.
I need your mind.
I need your heart.
I need your pain.
I need your tears.
I need you next to me .
Why can't you forgive me for not letting go.
I forgave you for not holding on.
 Apr 2014 Angelica C
J
Overwhelm.
 Apr 2014 Angelica C
J
Ran outside, no shoes
Hot tears, cold wind, breathe it in
Realizations
 Apr 2014 Angelica C
J
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
 Mar 2014 Angelica C
Auve
I whisper the same words to all who pay attention
yet, to all, conveyed is a different image.

Restrained to the page I lie, free for interpretation
both depth and simplicity, words without age.

I am myself, but I am each who read me
The outlet of untold thoughts begging desperately

to be free.
I was just thinking about why I love words. To me, a poem can be shared by everyone everywhere because the unchanging words convey a different meaning to each of us. It touches us each in a different way that pertains to our lives.
 Mar 2014 Angelica C
Satsuki
Tears
 Mar 2014 Angelica C
Satsuki
I've cried tears of sorrow
And tears of joy
And as these tears spill from my eyes
I can't help but to wonder
If they both elicit the same reaction
Is it because there's happiness in the sorrow
Or sadness in the smiles.
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