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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 1:49 PM UTC
Message Inbox is now working!
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC
Scam inbox mail
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.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
1431
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.
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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
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Inbox
"... 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.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Notifications
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.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
my inbox (and ancient secrets)
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
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
Inbox
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.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Inbox