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 Apr 2014 Dianna
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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
 Apr 2014 Dianna
phocks
the first time, touched
us, otherwise strangers
delving within ourselves
our overt close encounters
past intimate imitations
of love’s labour lost and gained
we collide
again and again
crossing over, crossing under
energies focused at the hip
flowing through & into one another
endlessly
we release
feathers soaked
in each other’s essence
for soakyourfeathers on tumblr
 Apr 2014 Dianna
aphrodite
"I wish you well."
                                                          ­                    



                                         ­                                     (but not too well without me)
I like 10 word poems because it forces you to summarize your thoughts  to the point where you're really only saying what you mean.
Maybe I should try using that same theory in my own life, haha.
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 Apr 2014 Dianna
Chalsey Wilder
Why can't I dream for one night
Without seeing someone's after life

Why can't I dream for one night
Without seeing someone's future in my mind

Why can't I dream for one night
Without knowing what I dream

Why can't I dream for one night
Where what I dream ~even the nightmares ~ is better than my reality

Why can't I dream for one night
*And and never wake from it again
I'm a bit physic, and sometimes I feel like my dreams ~even my nightmares ~ are better than reality and I would rather dream forever than be in reality.
 Apr 2014 Dianna
K Balachandran
Turbulence and tranquility,
the waves taught me both,
from seagulls came
silent flights, smooth landing
on moving waves
and cacophonous rage,
dervish dance was the gift
coconut groves granted
during the months of monsoon,
the art of hiding sweetness
within hard shell, too was their lesson,
"Don't exhibit,
let them find out coconut water
if only they deserve" the tall palms
implied while they danced like
feverish, passionate lovers,
hair splayed, rocked by crazy winds.

Your eyes spoke about a kind of
beautiful transience and unaffected calm,
at the end of the quest for the ultimate.

From many we flow towards one,
tranquil, eternal, omniscient.
I pick and choose from various notes
to create a symphony of accord
knowing in my heart that it's what we all share.

Night took me to the heart of deep sleep
and said the specs of light will not perish
"Cherish it to make  days of sun and dance
then come back to the ample ***** of darkness"

Youthful spirit told me about the alchemy of love
between hearts and heart breaks too, that teaches one
that sadness has it's sweetness.

Walls proclaimed all about limits,
also patience and courage to break it,
if one removes stone after stone bearing pain
every wall will eventually fall.
 Apr 2014 Dianna
Girl---unwanted
So cold inside.
So bitter, and ridged
Who stole your love away

Your heart is barely beating
My heart cries out for your love
But there is none left
I cry out for any love

So cold, so bitter, so sad
Life looks bleak
Is there a point
Who will be there
Who will save me
 Apr 2014 Dianna
Girl---unwanted
Laying all alone in this dark, empty room
No one home, no one there
Listening to sad songs
Just a child, having to grow up

The tissues pile up around me
The tears pour out my eyes
I try to put on a smile
But my eyes give me away

My eyes weary, and tired
Tears cascade like a waterfall
The sheets cold around my body
Longing for warmth and love

All alone in a sad, cold room
Lonely nights with no one there
The blankets provide no comfort
Your smell still lingers

I can taste you, feel you, hear you
I want you, I need you
You're gone
All alone in a dark, depressed room

These sad words haunt me
These sad tears hurt me
You're voice, our memories **** me
No one is there to hold me
I miss you. I need your warmth.
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