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"How should I start", I'm asking myself
to tell you all how much you gave me up till now?
Your firm hands, your motivating words
rebuilt a skyscraper full of hope on which I'm standing now,
ready to let loose my thoughts into the morning breeze,
beginning again to feel the warmth of other peoples hearts.

"Maybe I shouldn't think so much about", I'm telling myself,    
as thoughts are racing on a track called mind,
competing for being the first to come and leave,
through my mouth, my face, my hands, my pen,
narrowing the gap between the you and me,
so that even crawled back into my snail shell
I am able to reach out to you:

"My colleagues, my friends,
my brothers and sisters in mind,
you, which are here with me at this time,
sharing your soul, writing down everything that's inside you,
take this plea of thankfulness with you, for all you've given me so far,
and let us continue our journey together
as far us our words may reach."


So may this poem stay as my gratitude to all of you,
till the final days
and even beyond
that our paths divide

Thank You
I am without words how much this community gave me. Every day I look into my account, reading the innermost thoughts of other people and sharing my own back and it's as if there is no gap between all of us writing here on hellopoetry.com ... and I just wanted to say thanks to all of you, giving me so much, that just this simple thing, writing, is giving me much more than all money could. I'm feeling happy here, expressing myself, giving my thoughts, spending my time... and seeing how others react positively makes it feel... somehow like a home, I suggest.
i am sitting here. blank face.
counting the ripples on the pool.

one.... two.... ok, enough.

the hairs on my arm?
too many.
too blonde.

practice minor pentatonic scales?
if only i knew what they were good for.
blues scales?
ok.
root, flat third, fourth, sharp fourth, flat seventh, eighth.
[**** i'll be proud if that's right.]

overthink everything.
write way too many poems,
save them all as drafts.
wonder if you'd even respond.
think of calling you.
decide not to.
"your unwanted calls"...
or something that you wrote forever ago,
keeps me away.
you keep me away.
[if only you handled this by saying
maybe in the long run we'll actually get to know each other...
this is for the best.
wouldn't that be grand?
wouldn't that be way better
than some short term relationship
that would just end in this hatred for me anyway?]

i pout,
look out the window,
notice the blue sky.
i wonder why you can't be happy.
i wonder why I can't be happy.
i meant to start this off

"dear horus,"

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