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 May 2014
KarmaPolice
The Edge


The breeze on my neck, distracts me so,
The intensity diminishes for my reasons so,
I return to my anger, my reasons for here,
Standing on the edge, lacking the fear,

Concussed by the pressure of the daily life,
The blunt reality of my every day strife,
Grey walls stare at me in my four by four box,
You might as well bound me, entrap me with locks,

Bare my weakened shoulders with meaningless tasks,
Despondent no more as my well-being crashed,
Which led me to here, standing upon this cliff,
Staring fear with both eyes, as my toes start to lift,

Distracted once more by natures glorious call,
Which encompasses my body, makes me walk tall,
Away from the edge, I let the earth lead the way,
Leaving the locks that once bound me, broken this day.
 May 2014
nivek
....we lost our grip between childhood and freedom..
....realised too soon we were near entrapment.
...escaped into a world... they all rubbished...
and watched them all die with ...their take on freedom
 May 2014
Alissa Rogers
There is something within me
something I cannot say
the song of my soul steps forward
but I cannot translate it today

This song moves within me,
of love and choice and grief,
it stabs and bleeds my mind,
a sword without a sheath

The song of my soul is true
each of us finds it in time
yet until that fateful day
this poet struggles with her rhyme
HAD to write something today, so a ramble of writer's block to get me started!
 May 2014
G H Goodland
Sticks and stones my break my bones
but words may never leave me.
physical pain will always heal more quickly than words filled with bitterness, anger, and hate (we've all done it). Just try and think of the end result before speaking.
 May 2014
G H Goodland
Once said
Birds of a feather flock together
Same goes for pigs and swine
I say
People together; all shape & size
Love n dance & commune with wine.
 May 2014
G H Goodland
As when Simon fished for a whale in a bucket
Likewise to those who drop book for play
Pie is what he craved yet no penny in hand
Mirror to the ones who sleep in all day
Belly still boasting he grabs thistle for a plum
Same goes for all when choosing to play dumb
theres a lot of inspiration in nursery rhymes!
 May 2014
Brynn Louise
When the words don't come
And the thoughts stop short
I feel a sense of panic
And loss

Who am I if I have no thoughts?
What am I if I can't communicate?
I drop away from humanity
I fall out of society
 May 2014
maddi
There’s an abundance of wonderful secrets I hold,
that come from the quiet, the quaint, and the bold.

Some are cute and some sweet,
all sugar-spice and neat.

It’s the others I can’t bear,
***** deeds and lives not spared.

I have to keep them all inside,
hidden away from prying eyes,

For I’m bound by a promise made of lightning,
and while I’m not quite keen on fighting,
If these secrets are found out
I’ll claw and kick and scream and shout.
For the shackles that bind me here,
will shatter after ten more torturous years.

So for now I let the rain wash away all my pain,
and thank each passing stranger for the knowledge that I’ve gained.

I think about the gallows,
I think about despair,
I think of all the people who never really cared.

You may not think you know me,
but you’re sorely mistaken.
I live next door, or up one floor,
listening when your minds awaken.

I can see your every thought and dream,
I can hear you when you sob and scream.
I can feel your touch and exasperated breath,
all dancing hot across my neck.

We are the seers
holding stories unknown
feelings unfelt
and words untold.

I could tell you anything, but you’d never know,
for I value my salvation more than a tiny truth sold.
This was inspired by a short story I wrote, but I thought it'd sound lovely as a rhyming poem, so I adapted it
I am trying to find myself
amongst the ashes and shattered pieces
of my soul.
 Apr 2014
Manic Bipolar Kid
Rebel Against Rebellion
I have nothing to prove
No creeds, no doctrine to upkeep
We all have so much freedom when we close our eyes
And just think
Maybe you need to humble yourself enough
To lose
Rebel Against Rebellion
Because they're all just books
Your sword is looking pretty dull sir
Why are you so inclined to hurt?
Thought your prophet preached LOVE?
So repeat words
Choose what you choose
Choose wisely
Because soon the snake will stop his hissing
Constrict
And become your noose
Rebel Against Rebellion
I think I'll call your bluff
I bleed, I sin, I'll die
But I'm not feeling hot standing here
So tell me again why I should be afraid
Of my fleet mortal life?
Rebel Against Rebellion
Because a Sheppard leads a flock
But you never followed
Your a goat
Caught in your lies
Bureaucracy, Democracy
Man it's all a joke
A silly excuse
Rules, the sacrum of man's brain
Your doctrine is becoming lame
And your beliefs more insane
Coliseum
A game to play to make you so entertained
Please write another rule
Prove once again
The medium you choose is jewels
You fool
Rebel Against Rebellion
Why would I cut my brother short?
Because of appearance and all your silly rules
So many when uttered I choke
For all we know life itself a joke

Oh the irony
What began as unity
Became bowing down
To man's hierarchy
So I Rebel Against Rebellion
I'm a servant of no man
I know God has a plan
That over cries your silly fear
Unravels your vines
Your words
Agenda and
"Time"
Again my portfolio is at www.eugene-moon.weebly.com
 Apr 2014
Jasmine smiles
I will not stop
when the world abandons me
I will not stop
When your king decides to flee

I will not stop
When you push me aside
I will not stop
In your attempts to crush my pride

I will not stop
When the cowards tell me to hide
I will not stop
When you're no longer by my side

I will not stop
When all good has died
I will not stop
I don't believe in suicide

I will stand strong
When the world swears I'm wrong
I will stand my ground
And create a new town

A town that basks in beauty
It is my duty
To guide my children to light
And witness them take flight

I will stay pure
Till all ignorance is cured
 Apr 2014
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
 Apr 2014
Amy Perry
What hidden sadness is contained past those daily smiling eyes?
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