This
      
          World  

                          IS
                                 COLD
   That
                  is
                             why
                                          LOVE

                                     Is
                                            Needed
                                                    to
                                                        WARM
                                                                   OUR

                                                                      Hearts

wish I could be
more like you
and a little less like me
but that ain't the way
this ball rolls
how it's supposed to be
the way that we all tumble
in our individuality
so I guess it's best
you stick with you
and I'll stay stuck on me
because without you
and without me
what in the world
would this world be
we can fight for a cause
because it's free
but who does that leave
in the drivers seat
guess that's why
we all need
someone like you
someone like me

I come from a town swallowed by the City Of London expanding
to live on an island north of Scotland.
500 or there about share this oasis in the sea.
The natural inhabitants call us 'white settlers' and have a fear of being swamped by us incomers
-complete paranoia is alive and well.
I remind them that they are here due to an accident of their birth
whereas I made an effort to get here and made a decision to stay.

My heart aches to be loved
To be moved in many ways
But my feelings were always shoved
Into the dark, excruciating haze

I want to feel something
Anything in fact
But my heart is on a hinge
Feeling numb, my emotions going blank

It's cold in here
Filled with my salty tears
It starts to beat slower
Breaking into large shears

I barricade myself
Afraid of being loved, not being hurt
My feelings bailed
Saying I'm a curse

My feelings back stabbed me
I feel so paralyzed
Now I know, now I see
It's my own personal sign

I wasn't meant to be loved
No man can fix my agonized heart
It's never going to be enough
To fix what's been long broken and deserted.

in a world where we pray to be united
within the grasp of wholehearted humanity
standing tall
we sink in the dirt beneath our feet
and holding our heads up high we sing with the utmost pride
a song of which becomes a chanting notion
setting the tone for revenging entities
growing weary of the unwanted waste we toss our visions in the sea
without daring to take the promising chance

how are we to stand together
in a castle built to crumble in its past?

and yet we become the fools
lost in the fight and lost in our grieving
we walk the streets with our banners and our anger
without understanding what we are feeling

let me take you back to nineteen sixty three
when we marched on Washington
and we were lead by a King
what merely started as the seed of a dream
became the prelude to never ending history
yet with each milestone comes adversaries
and we still cry the tears of our fallen fathers
we still cry to be free

but remember my brothers and sisters
to be mindful in your actions
for blood does not wash blood away
and because the tongue can be a sword
be mindful of every single word you say
the whole world is unjust
be emotional if you must
but the time is now to be reflective
to be knowledgeable
to be respected
because the hearts of our sons and daughters
still need to be protected

the sun my still set orange
and they moon may still shine white
the day may still end at quarter to
the moment everything is night
and in each passing day are you going to become the change that is needed to win the fight?

are you going to do what's right?

This has been over-said, I know
But it seems as though some people
Aren't listening
How can homosexuality be a choice?
Why would someone choose that life-style
Of pain, rejection, fear, and no acceptance?
Why would two boys choose
To have a relationship they had to keep hidden?
A relationship many people would not accept?
Why would they choose to be separated in public
To not even look at each other for fear of rumors
Who dare compare love to *******,
How dare they say it's comparable to loving a car
These are people, and this is real love
How dare they say that those two girls
Holding hands, looking into each others eyes
Love each other any less than the boy and girl
Please, I urge anyone out there doubting
That these people don't choose to live that way
It's your responsibility to create a world
Where it's no longer un-accepted,
Where those boys can show the world they
Do like kissing, they do like holding hands
It's our responsibility to change for the better
Anyone who says it's a choice, obviously
Has never fallen helplessly in love before

I sit within the greats
just a fly
-if even but a fly.
On the pages of poetry
as I read and transform
from a fly
-the great poetry
of years and minds
takes me to itself.

When we're living
We might already be dead.

When we're dying
We finally feel the pain
Of being alive.

So what does it mean?
Life.
Is it what you do with it?
Or some secret code
That no one knows about,
But could be lingering right in front of us?

Do we have to know ourselves,
Find ourselves,
Or be totally oblivious
To finally know
The meaning of life?

you don't understand how long some people have been here
you don't understand the changes we've seen
you don't understand how much we've longed for the people to
be who they be
you don't understand how it breaks our hearts
to see such infighting
bought to our world from other pages
used to back biting
you don't understand, for us
that have believed from the start
that Hello Poetry was once a place
where we always laid our heart
we gave over our life to this place
we endured every change
when you see something different here
know we have suffered more than this strange
once upon a time
in an awesome time and place
when people googled
Poetry
they found this space
they found inspiration
they found laughter that never ends
they found confidantes and a place
to plant
a never ending garden of friends
So if you're from another site
drawn here by the skin of tooth
sit a while in our midnight garden
and I'll speak to you a truth

Hello Poetry has been my best friend
for over 5 years, and all the friends
I've found on here, they've danced beneath my laugh, and held onto me so tight
that if I ever fall so wrong, they'll make
it all right

And that's the saddest thing
about Hello Poetry today...
is that most don't try
to make true friends
really real friends
or interact with them
in any meaningful way

Waves hiss
lapping the shoreline,

******* clad
beings
soaking up the sun.

A slight breeze
pushing clouds,

they dance
for our
entertainment.

The vastness
of the ocean

reminding me
of the bigger
picture.

The grains
of sand

whisper
their allegiance
to the stars.