#inbox
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 1:49 PM UTC
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC
1431
poems in ye old inbox,
genteel knocking,
whispering thru stolid front door
love me a little lot,
little lot, love me?
this is not mere work product,
collegial-laid upon me for gentle shared, for pre-review,
Nottingham Forest arrowed, bow shaped
pithy comments,
these are the holy-of-the-holies
attention-me-crystal-cries,
prayers, wry observations, nature collations,
me and thee adorations, heart rendering
screams of need,
these are the moments in your life
raw-roughened gifted or threaded smooth cursed,
but tendered unto my caring.
(an aside:
perhaps you understand better now
why woman-in-the-moon imagery,
red bowed, grapefruit tasting hearts,
all the lovelies, word shape shifts a/k/a
Imagery
language delights!
but time-using, confusingly confuses,
and has been erased from my own poetry frame)
gnawing doubt me routs,
god gave me humans,
and gave them speech,
to bring me
closer to him
thru them.
somewhere in those 1431 essays of labor,
dashed off, handcrafted, pithy or poor,
just might be the one
justification for my opening my eyes
this poetry someday Sunday sun-day.
put the cofe on
(saving letters, saving time,
deleting unnecessary e's
from my life till when I am dying on
all-on-that desperate
e-n-ee-dy day).
loaded my shotgun heart with
loves and likes,
yellow thunderbolt bullets firing,
and considered yourself
notified
I'm a-coming over,
shoes on the cofe table,
breaking taboo's
gonna read 1431
and when dining done,
gonna pay attention to my muse,
my woman, cause she is the
original e,
that provides the raw materials,
in ye old nat-box,
that lets me love ever one of them,
she is the e
in me
and me will be in you,
starting now.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
Ghosts of prior friends in waiting
Haunting, shrieking as I pass
Serving as a stark reminder
That I built my house from glass
Under watchful eyes I whisper
Only loud enough for you
Speaking unconditionally
Hoping it reflects My truth
Even with your reassurance
I can’t help but second guess
Do I actually belong here
Is this why my heart confessed
Slowly jealousy controlling
Feeble mind is wearing thin
Cast out from the iron table
Waiting to be let back in
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
"... sent you a message"
"... tag you in a post"
"... sent you a direct message"
"... mentioned you on twitter"
"... tag you in a picture"
Those notifications were the best to receive
knowing that you were thinking of me when you came across something
Knowing that you'd text me without me texting you first
I'd do the same thing too
Because you're always on my mind
But now with you gone,
My notifications are empty
And I can no longer send you posts that reminds me of you.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
my inbox is a wonderland
a rollercoaster;
an amusement park itself!
four years ago
said the time stamp
he said "hi"
no matter how much i boast
on my way with words
most times i'm just lost.
my inbox is a wonderland
a rollercoaster;
an amusement park itself!
seven years ago
said the time stamp
she said, "you're not my friend."
no matter how much i boast
with my way with people
every relationship comes out with scars.
my inbox is a wonderland
a rollercoaster;
an amusement park itself!
five years ago,
as indicated by the time stamp
my friend told me, "i hope it gets better for you"
no matter how much i boast
about my big heart and love for them
i always forget to tuck them close.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
My inbox is empty
My draft is full
Friends you have plenty
Feelings you have none
Online status shows active
But seems I'm on your spam list
I guess you are selective
Or maybe just ******
You started to ignore
I bet its nothing new now
For there is nothing more
I can do...
©sim
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
No phone, no facebook.
Simple, old fashioned email.
When we arent together, thats what we do.
Whether its setting up dates,
or just passing time.
My heart leaps with joy when i see your name
up at the top
waiting for me to read it.
i dont care if it takes longer.
this is something unique to this relationship.
to us.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC