we pass tall buildings
and large oceans
we fly over mountains
and look down at the tiny people

we go through a bigger door than we ever have before
and find that it really isn't as scary as we thought

someone sells you a demand
so you supply it
they put the cart before the horse
you still buy it
theres this thing called critical thinking
you should try it
if theyre trying hard to make the sale
walk away
deny it

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

“Dance with me”
To represent the time in my life were everything felt like weight instead of moments that I had to cary across the world. Just to feel worth it.
“Kiss me” Love me like only you can.
“**** me” like we’re never gonna kiss each other again. I want the best I’ve ever had.

You say: let's move the embassy
It isn't a big deal to me
It translates to a lot of press
I'll show the world that I'm the best

I'll show them I can dominate
One domino, a piece of cake
A bigger slice of the same pie
The kind of wealth that you can't buy

One domino, a little thing
What's that? I wasn't listening
You said that this was complicated
Overthought is overrated

But if you move one domino
You don't know how far it will go
If they are close enough together
Dominoes will fall forever

time is a wheel, spinning, constantly
changing.
February kisses blur together with June dreams
visions seen
reminding me of them.
crumpled ball of shame
unfolds into hope
then back again.

Time is a box,
enclosing from all sides
suffocating.
Past is pain, present doesn't matter, future is fear.
Moving too fast, never to again to appear;
gone like smoke, twisting memories,
and dreams, gone with the wind,
never to return.

Time moves faster than my feet when spinning.
Closing, warping, gone
and I am lost.
What is the right time?
a stamp of approval must adorn one.
Where in time should I be?