#behindthescenes
You don’t write the poems....
but you hold the sky they fall into.
While others chase metaphors,
you chase bugs....
silent, stubborn ghosts
hiding between lines of code
no one else reads.
A glitch flickers....
and somewhere a poet thinks
their voice has broken.
You know better.
You stay. You fix.
You apologize
for storms you didn’t summon.
You built a place
where strangers bleed safely,
where words don’t ask permission
before becoming wounds
or wings.
And still....
you answer messages,
patch fractures,
rewrite rules
so kindness has a structure
and silence has a home.
Who thanks the one
who keeps the door open
while everyone else
walks in and out
carrying pieces of themselves?
You are not in the poems....
but you are in every pause between them,
every comment that lands gently,
every voice that stays
because nothing broke
when it mattered.
So here....
a rare thing for a builder:
Not feedback.
Not a bug report.
Just this....
Thank you
for holding a world together
that was never yours alone.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
“what
do you feel
when you think
of him?”
“I honestly
don’t know.
there are
so many things
I feel
when
I think
of him.
Among others...
confusion.
just
a little bit.”
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
Pictures hang on the wall
None of them with me in it
For I prefer being
Behind the camera
Than in front of it
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
It's like a play
A show
A film
A performance
That there is on
The scenes
And behind
The scenes
Yet on is my front
And how I seem to be
While behind
Is what I really feel
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC