death comes knocking door to door
the thought to answer so incandescently present in my brain
so ingrained in my thoughts
but i don’t do it
i sit in agony and watch as death walks away
it’s strange
i miss him
i hope he comes back to knock on my door
this time maybe i’ll answer
this time maybe i’ll finally be set free

He says he has a weakness for the Darkness
I think I too can hear it
The end of Stolen Car
The Darkness: No need to fear it.

                 At times I'm near it.

Hello everyone at HP,

Starting this month, we hope to bring something new to Hello Poetry: a spotlight on our fellow poets here in this community.

Each month we will highlight one poet by posting an interview with them complete with a little background, how long they have been writing, what inspires them, etc. We will also highlight a few of their best or favorite poems (with a link to each one).

If you have any thoughts or questions you would like us to include in these interviews or would like to participate, please feel free to let us know via the comments section or direct messaging.

We hope this will be well received and provide a way of getting to know one another better.

Thank you,
Mr. & Mrs. Timetable

Be genuinely you.
Be one with everyone.
Everyone has the same goal.
Eyes that see are different.