Ran outside, no shoes
Hot tears, cold wind, breathe it in
Realizations

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.

Foot on the brake
Getting ready to floor it
Make a move, Make a move
Adrenaline flowing in a torrent

Hand on your belt
That holds the cartridge clip
You have prepared yourself to be ready
For someone to slip

You didn't shut the door
This is a bad part of town
So I make a plan in my mind
In case something were to go down

I would floor it away
Possibly leaving you behind
Saving everyone else with me
But I know you would be fine

You help him inside
He's the only reason you're there
He can't help where he lives
You can't help that you care

He takes his time
Against my dismay
My feet are tapping, frantically searching
For bullets to ricochet

But you finally return to the car
After an eternity it seems
And I speed away instantly
Because this has terrified me

As I am returning to my safe home
I look up to the moon
And wonder if it looks the same
From his living room