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 Apr 2014 Et cetera
Mohd Arshad
Thus
Spoke blank verse
I do fear
I can drown
In my glass
Of depression
 Apr 2014 Et cetera
Mohd Arshad
Over the consonants,
Over the vowels,
I dance, leaping
Like the raindrops
On the terrace.
All hear, but only
The poet understands
The rhythm, my soul
 Apr 2014 Et cetera
Mohd Arshad
Happiness and peace,
Earned by unfair means,
Are just pieces of snowflakes
That, in your palm, you hold.
Within short a while
They melt into nothingness
Uncontrollable
Is how I describe feelings
But not my actions.
 Apr 2014 Et cetera
Mohd Arshad
Never
Compromise
With words
They are
The poem's personality
 Apr 2014 Et cetera
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
The road that I'm on
Is full of never-ending twists and turns.
I look ahead of me
And see hundreds of paths overlapping.
Which one do I take?
Which road leads to the rest of my life?
It's all so unclear, so uncertain.
I ask for help from a man walking by,
He just laughs and walks away.
Why won't anyone help me?
I just need to know which way to go,
I don't get why it's so hard
To find my way home.

© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
The struggle inside
Is more real then ever.
It's beginning to surface
On the outside,
And it's almost impossible
To hold it together.
People always ask me
Why I look so tired;
Little do they know that
My soul is on fire,
Slowly burning away on the inside,
Until one day
There is nothing left to burn.

© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
 Apr 2014 Et cetera
DarkDepriment
I'D Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All .
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