Sorceress of hello poetry
She posesses powers that pull me back
To a dark world of desires and fantasy

Late at night to her page I sneak
Seeking power and a lover's  dreams
Her words my talisman of luck

With every line she drops
A spell veils my senses
Filling my mind with steamy clips
Of us in a world of two

Smoking my senses in her couldron of words
She got me believing those magic words
Giving in to her

She is a witch
She drafts her words skillfully
She conjures the sweetest feelings
And incarntations

That I  chant and accept
And love and comment
Every day that I rise
On her illusionary wings
Feeding on her magic mushroom

Sorceress of Hello Poetry
With your stupefying allure
I lose the sense of time
And keep reading your rhyme

Till morning finds me wasted
And I am thrown back to reality
Against my wishes

Sorceress of Hello Poetry
Teach me to cast love spells
And I will guard you
When witch hunters come

The familiar is all but lost
Relegated to monochromatic melancholy
This place holds no joy
Once soothing, now both dull and lifeless
This is not my happy place
This is not my comfort zone
This place holds no peace
Backed into a box of light gray
Shhh...
Don't speak, lest you be heard
Don't watch, lest you be seen
Don't care, lest you be hurt
This place holds no love
A hint of freedom long gone
An air of acceptance
Lured by what once was
This place holds remnants of a dream

once again, i
abandoned my poetic post.

i ventured out and sought that of which most
would find unruly.

and like so many times before, my misadventures
only have led me

here,
to hellopoetry.

you loved and destroyed me
*but came back with tragedy

Thanks to all of you...
Thanks for reading my words with your hearts...
Thanks for opening your soul and embrace me...
Thanks for being genuine humans and looking by your hearts...
                                            I am....
Pleased to come across you, lovely souls...
Pleased to read  your words...
Pleased to witness your emotional process..
                                             I'm....
                                          Thankful....

How very lonely HP is,
In the middle of the night,
Reading long ago poems by friends,
Tapping little red hearts,
Only time I'm available,
After dusk; hours before dawn,
Reposting poems, my fingers just as assailable as Moby ****,
Or Hansel's and Gretel's witch,
I stare at blank, gray suns,
Wishes I, I had some to use,
To uplift; to free,
All the beautiful poetry,
Even the ones with coquetry,
I rapidly kiss plusses with my right thumb,
Adding to worthy collections,
Of addictive confections,
'Till 2,
When alas I sip hot coco,
Scratch my ****,
And fall asleep beside my cat; momo.

Poetry, you dazzled my eye
teased me with unearthly visions;
got me too high.

Primed my soul to fly to heaven
then marooned me upon the earth
sixed for seven.

You called across celestial shores
glowing in empyrean colors
then shut your doors.

Lost in your amusing mazes
I followed fast your golden thread
through dark phases.

Muse-abused and undelivered
my heartstrings wavered, stalled, then stopped –
arrows quivered.

Poetry – you’ve cheated on me;
winked and flirted, then escorted
Philosophy!

Spare me further cantos, curses,
keep your holy delirium,
unhinged verses…

On second thought, oh Lady cruel –
humiliate me – lead me on.
(I’m still your fool.)

*******, queen of the word
for you I’ll suffer untold shame.
I’m undeterred.