#shoutout - Hello Poetry

We once shared warm sunlight’s glow,Now alone, I feel so cold. Like a lonely tree in rain,Our love is gone, only pain remains. Your voice, a whisper in the rain,brings only hurt, and so much pain. Love like ours, now just a ghost,Haunting me the most. I walk alone through fallen leaves,Carrying what my heart still grieves. A silent ache I can’t undo loving you, and losing you too. Like a river dried and cracked,My heart’s been broken,but I can’t turn back. Love slipped away, like rain from sky, Leaving me here to wonder why?. I walk alone through empty fields, Carrying scars that time won't heal. A quiet ache that won't let go loving you was my greatest woe.

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC

UnknownMysteries

Fallen Leaves and Broken Dreams

We once shared warm sunlight’s glow,Now alone, I feel so cold. Like a lonely tree in rain,Our love is gone, only pain remains. Your voice, a whisper in the rain,brings only hurt, and so much pain. Love like ours, now just a ghost,Haunting me the most. I walk alone through fallen leaves,Carrying what my heart still grieves. A silent ache I can’t undo loving you, and losing you too. Like a river dried and cracked,My heart’s been broken,but I can’t turn back. Love slipped away, like rain from sky, Leaving me here to wonder why?. I walk alone through empty fields, Carrying scars that time won't heal. A quiet ache that won't let go loving you was my greatest woe.

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An average being on earth Who never tried to take a big leap. An average being on earth Who has always been a timid. An average being on earth Who never dared to upset anyone. An average being on earth Who shouts out from her heart now Someone on earth please hear her out. Bina Mukherjee

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Jul 4, 2020

Jul 4, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC

Bina

A Shrinking Violet

An average being on earth Who never tried to take a big leap. An average being on earth Who has always been a timid. An average being on earth Who never dared to upset anyone. An average being on earth Who shouts out from her heart now Someone on earth please hear her out. Bina Mukherjee

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Song of **** Things got wrong Black dark sky Landed on D2371. This void soul Dark matter shatter Who are you? A question perhaps Trapped in screenshot Living in simulation Talk of town Who's this sarcasticbong? Dumb dumb Looking for show It's hidden flow Blinded earthlings go. Multiple parallel riff Colours popping gif Can't you niff Awake your clairvoyance. Narrate your story Mock theosist lore So called influencer Hide your favorites Blame to others Boycott with hastags Real is bluff Everything good, me Everything bad, you Rhyming with tagline Someone tagged you. fyoo-cher haz-bin kom-pruh-mahyzd. ©sarcasticbong

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC

sarcasticbong

CLAIRVOYANCE

Song of **** Things got wrong Black dark sky Landed on D2371. This void soul Dark matter shatter Who are you? A question perhaps Trapped in screenshot Living in simulation Talk of town Who's this sarcasticbong? Dumb dumb Looking for show It's hidden flow Blinded earthlings go. Multiple parallel riff Colours popping gif Can't you niff Awake your clairvoyance. Narrate your story Mock theosist lore So called influencer Hide your favorites Blame to others Boycott with hastags Real is bluff Everything good, me Everything bad, you Rhyming with tagline Someone tagged you. fyoo-cher haz-bin kom-pruh-mahyzd. ©sarcasticbong

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Toast to the guinea pigs for extinguishing my fear of being alone Toast to the moon for being the substitute of street lamps Toast to the car parked on the driveway for indicating the presence of my family Toast to the guitars for remembering the way they tune Toast to the fridge in the kitchen for keeping our food fresh Toast to the walls of the house for absorbing the noises I rather not hear Toast to the paintings for reminding me of what I’m artistically capable of Toast to the bed in the room for keeping my body comfortable at night Toast to the lights for providing my room personality Toast to the tapestries hanging on the ceiling for maintaining my privacy Toast to the dreamcatchers for giving me hope of a good night's dream Toast to the pictures on the wall for reminding me of who I am with people I love

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC

nicamonet

Toast to the...

Toast to the guinea pigs for extinguishing my fear of being alone Toast to the moon for being the substitute of street lamps Toast to the car parked on the driveway for indicating the presence of my family Toast to the guitars for remembering the way they tune Toast to the fridge in the kitchen for keeping our food fresh Toast to the walls of the house for absorbing the noises I rather not hear Toast to the paintings for reminding me of what I’m artistically capable of Toast to the bed in the room for keeping my body comfortable at night Toast to the lights for providing my room personality Toast to the tapestries hanging on the ceiling for maintaining my privacy Toast to the dreamcatchers for giving me hope of a good night's dream Toast to the pictures on the wall for reminding me of who I am with people I love

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Hello Poetry is built like a social media site but those of us that make the front page have like 10 followers. Personally, I have 2 (shout out to Perry and Fredrick Njroge) but it's not a big deal. Because that's not what I'm here for. "We write to be seen, But we slam to be heard."

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC

alexa-13

1 Thing I

Hello Poetry is built like a social media site but those of us that make the front page have like 10 followers. Personally, I have 2 (shout out to Perry and Fredrick Njroge) but it's not a big deal. Because that's not what I'm here for. "We write to be seen, But we slam to be heard."

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here’s to the past to the days long gone and barely remembered where the world is basking in infinite sunlight and everything that was wrong is somehow twisted in your mind to feel right here’s to the naivety of childhood where strangers are friends friends are imaginary and imaginary is real here’s to the paper airplanes and the magic wands made of sticks to the bath towel capes and the big wheel races to dinosaur chicken nuggets and chocolate milk and to falling asleep in your mother’s arms here’s to growing up and colliding with the world head-on to holding your tongue in a room full of noisy mouths and deaf ears to the screams to the whispers to the holes in the walls and to the letters stained with poison tears here’s to the breaking up and breaking down and to the redemption of re-colliding and repairing here’s to feeling infinite to blaring music with the windows down on an empty highway to the times when youth feels tangible and the world silences to make way for your noise here’s to the sleepless nights that either make your life or tear it apart to knowing the most meaningful conversations always happen after 2am and to the realization that you are not defined by attributes but by the memories you possess here’s to the songs that transport you through time with a single note to the smells that are intensely reminiscent of the forty-third day of first grade to the nostalgic pain too excruciating to endure and to the soft smiles of content remembrance here’s to the good ol’ days and to wishing there was a way to know you’re in them before you’ve actually left here’s to the present to feeling a memory being made in the moment in which it’s being lived and to already missing someone while they’re still sitting next to you here’s to the most frightening way to zone out watching the seconds tick by on the clock and being unable to fight the realization that time is not counting up but rather going down here’s to the moments which define your life to the tears and the fears and the years that you live through here’s to the firsts and the lasts to a past of tragic endings and a future of new beginnings here’s to falling in love with them with that with life with you to the wishes upon stars to the stolen glances and the taken chances and to finding a new definition of “everything” here’s to the people that feel more like home than the house you grew up in to never being loved by as many people as you are able to love to the feeling of security and to everything that sneaks through the back door while you’re busy guarding the front here’s to the courage it takes to let go and to the courage it takes to hold on here’s to what you lose to what you gain to what you lose when you gain and to what you gain when you lose here’s to the second after and what it holds to the weight of unprocessed information and to feelings on the rise here’s to the long nights and string lights hands and life plans and never-ending fights here’s to the songs that drown the sounds of breaking down and the anthems of those beginning to build back up here’s to now to cherishing every moment while it lasts before it falls victim to the minds of those lucky enough to experience it yet human enough to forget here’s to the future to the dreams you dream and the plans you scheme to the life you lead and the stories you leave here’s to those whose greatest fear is oblivion to the breath taken seconds after your name is spoken for the last time to those who influence from beyond the grave and those lost to the enormity of time here’s to the cups of coffee that are yet to be drunk and the people that are too to never knowing which moment is your last and to the acceptance that life flies by all too fast here’s to the plans we make at 1am when the world belongs solely to those who remain awake to the desire for a spontaneous road trip and to the desperate need to escape and here’s also to those convincing enough to make you want to stay here’s to the places you’ll live the kids you’ll have the jobs you’ll loathe and love that lasts here’s to everyone you thought you needed more than the very organs in your own body before learning the painful lesson of removal and knowing that only one kidney is needed to survive here’s to those who kept going when they were lost and those lost because they kept going here’s to me to you to him to her to then to now to why to how here’s to the people you will never meet again and the longing for a place you will never return here’s to the good ol’ days and the awareness of their presence in the present before they inevitably embody the cruel longing their name implies because boy, does time know how to fly here’s to the good old days

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC

emmaguidry

here's to the good ol' days

here’s to the past to the days long gone and barely remembered where the world is basking in infinite sunlight and everything that was wrong is somehow twisted in your mind to feel right here’s to the naivety of childhood where strangers are friends friends are imaginary and imaginary is real here’s to the paper airplanes and the magic wands made of sticks to the bath towel capes and the big wheel races to dinosaur chicken nuggets and chocolate milk and to falling asleep in your mother’s arms here’s to growing up and colliding with the world head-on to holding your tongue in a room full of noisy mouths and deaf ears to the screams to the whispers to the holes in the walls and to the letters stained with poison tears here’s to the breaking up and breaking down and to the redemption of re-colliding and repairing here’s to feeling infinite to blaring music with the windows down on an empty highway to the times when youth feels tangible and the world silences to make way for your noise here’s to the sleepless nights that either make your life or tear it apart to knowing the most meaningful conversations always happen after 2am and to the realization that you are not defined by attributes but by the memories you possess here’s to the songs that transport you through time with a single note to the smells that are intensely reminiscent of the forty-third day of first grade to the nostalgic pain too excruciating to endure and to the soft smiles of content remembrance here’s to the good ol’ days and to wishing there was a way to know you’re in them before you’ve actually left here’s to the present to feeling a memory being made in the moment in which it’s being lived and to already missing someone while they’re still sitting next to you here’s to the most frightening way to zone out watching the seconds tick by on the clock and being unable to fight the realization that time is not counting up but rather going down here’s to the moments which define your life to the tears and the fears and the years that you live through here’s to the firsts and the lasts to a past of tragic endings and a future of new beginnings here’s to falling in love with them with that with life with you to the wishes upon stars to the stolen glances and the taken chances and to finding a new definition of “everything” here’s to the people that feel more like home than the house you grew up in to never being loved by as many people as you are able to love to the feeling of security and to everything that sneaks through the back door while you’re busy guarding the front here’s to the courage it takes to let go and to the courage it takes to hold on here’s to what you lose to what you gain to what you lose when you gain and to what you gain when you lose here’s to the second after and what it holds to the weight of unprocessed information and to feelings on the rise here’s to the long nights and string lights hands and life plans and never-ending fights here’s to the songs that drown the sounds of breaking down and the anthems of those beginning to build back up here’s to now to cherishing every moment while it lasts before it falls victim to the minds of those lucky enough to experience it yet human enough to forget here’s to the future to the dreams you dream and the plans you scheme to the life you lead and the stories you leave here’s to those whose greatest fear is oblivion to the breath taken seconds after your name is spoken for the last time to those who influence from beyond the grave and those lost to the enormity of time here’s to the cups of coffee that are yet to be drunk and the people that are too to never knowing which moment is your last and to the acceptance that life flies by all too fast here’s to the plans we make at 1am when the world belongs solely to those who remain awake to the desire for a spontaneous road trip and to the desperate need to escape and here’s also to those convincing enough to make you want to stay here’s to the places you’ll live the kids you’ll have the jobs you’ll loathe and love that lasts here’s to everyone you thought you needed more than the very organs in your own body before learning the painful lesson of removal and knowing that only one kidney is needed to survive here’s to those who kept going when they were lost and those lost because they kept going here’s to me to you to him to her to then to now to why to how here’s to the people you will never meet again and the longing for a place you will never return here’s to the good ol’ days and the awareness of their presence in the present before they inevitably embody the cruel longing their name implies because boy, does time know how to fly here’s to the good old days

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as i read the words you write, they feel like waves of emotions, dancing across the page, waves crashing into my shore, craving more to wash up onto my shore, it reaches deep into my core, pulling tears from my eyes, everything you write is so deep, like the oceans in which we lose ourselves, so continue to flow so freely, let your pen dance freely along the pages, equal to how you dance so freely in the mirror, for every word you write digs deeper and deeper into me. © Try

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

Try

The Dancer who is a Writer

as i read the words you write, they feel like waves of emotions, dancing across the page, waves crashing into my shore, craving more to wash up onto my shore, it reaches deep into my core, pulling tears from my eyes, everything you write is so deep, like the oceans in which we lose ourselves, so continue to flow so freely, let your pen dance freely along the pages, equal to how you dance so freely in the mirror, for every word you write digs deeper and deeper into me. © Try

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Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know: It's preposterous. Wh - y is it, that I never can de - cide who it is I am, with con - fi - dence? Modern tools aside, I still take the r - ide taken near distantly by my an - ces - tors. Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know! It's preposterous. Now, kids, please listen as you read my voice how you like. How you like. I thought I would die by the time I was twenty five at fifteen -- but look at me. Now, kids, I'm touching twenty nine with a cer - tain newfound confidence. I survived the prescription pills, the gender redefinition, as well as the hormone therapy, and I want to tell you that I, believe in you. I believe in you. Cel - ebrate all of your pain at your whim and as you live, well, the pain will become your friend and your impetus. Lately, I can feel the itch. I know it's preposterous, but I must continue to explore and change unless I aspire to placidity, and I don't-- in fact I never will.

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC

Simillacrum

Match & Pitch: Once More, With Confidence

Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know: It's preposterous. Wh - y is it, that I never can de - cide who it is I am, with con - fi - dence? Modern tools aside, I still take the r - ide taken near distantly by my an - ces - tors. Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know! It's preposterous. Now, kids, please listen as you read my voice how you like. How you like. I thought I would die by the time I was twenty five at fifteen -- but look at me. Now, kids, I'm touching twenty nine with a cer - tain newfound confidence. I survived the prescription pills, the gender redefinition, as well as the hormone therapy, and I want to tell you that I, believe in you. I believe in you. Cel - ebrate all of your pain at your whim and as you live, well, the pain will become your friend and your impetus. Lately, I can feel the itch. I know it's preposterous, but I must continue to explore and change unless I aspire to placidity, and I don't-- in fact I never will.

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I was too late To save her from her own fate I hope she'll forgive me For my past me I bear the blood of my own I did it for the health of my own But now I'm alone I'm broke at home "Please dry my eyes" I call for you but I hear no reply I am alone

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

anonymouschild

Stigma

I was too late To save her from her own fate I hope she'll forgive me For my past me I bear the blood of my own I did it for the health of my own But now I'm alone I'm broke at home "Please dry my eyes" I call for you but I hear no reply I am alone

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My life was utter darkness and furthermore I felt so blind, quite like a black canvas. Until you brought colours to it. -inspirational work. You are the artist, who brought art in my life. -mb

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC

YellowHeart

Decorate the black

My life was utter darkness and furthermore I felt so blind, quite like a black canvas. Until you brought colours to it. -inspirational work. You are the artist, who brought art in my life. -mb

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I wanted to send you another happy message. I wanted to let you know the usual stuff the familiar "you're not alone" "Everything will work out" but also to tell you that I sympathize. I sympathize when you have headaches, when you leave stuff on the bus, and when you are a feeling just plain stressed out. I laugh when you tell me you listen to so many types of music, and you are all over. I love how friendly you all are. I love how every piece of what you say means a lot, from the sarcastic -_-'s to your slow cell phone, so I don't see most of your texts until 5 minutes later. More than one of my friends are in this poem. It is for all of you. I believe in you. I'm always here for you. Here, today. Trust me when I say, I like you a lot =)

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Apr 5, 2016

Apr 5, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC

bleeding-diamonds

For my friends

I wanted to send you another happy message. I wanted to let you know the usual stuff the familiar "you're not alone" "Everything will work out" but also to tell you that I sympathize. I sympathize when you have headaches, when you leave stuff on the bus, and when you are a feeling just plain stressed out. I laugh when you tell me you listen to so many types of music, and you are all over. I love how friendly you all are. I love how every piece of what you say means a lot, from the sarcastic -_-'s to your slow cell phone, so I don't see most of your texts until 5 minutes later. More than one of my friends are in this poem. It is for all of you. I believe in you. I'm always here for you. Here, today. Trust me when I say, I like you a lot =)

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This is going to be kind of like a journal entry. I never keep a journal, but I feel like doing it, so I'm going to do it. It's like, the first step in a long line of many, mini steps. Almost ready. I feel like I should stretch out before I start. Ballistic. You know, like a fighter or something. Okay. Here I go. Right now I'm stuck in this little bubble. I got put here by some trouble just a few years ago. Man, it was ****** up **** like the most ****** up I've ever been in. Life, as they say, got the best of me. **** came first, then beer all day er'day, spending my living living with some ****** up ***** who's bad with money. We matched 'cause I'm ****** up. I ****** up, 'cause I shut up. First time lifestyle collaborator, so it was like, man what-am-uh-gonna-say? I feel love and I've been conditioned to just ride that **** with pride on your **** Don't tell me I don't know what I want man. I've got my head on straight. Don't hate. Haters can't appreciate romance, bro. Come back when you learn that, yo. I don't blame the drugs, so I kept 'em when we left together, but in different directions. Live-in gone. Foundation rot. Suspension shot. **** **** **** **** I hit ground with my teeth. Instead of asking for help when it was needed I took help that kept me breathing till I could ***** my head on almost too many terrible months in the future which I never thought I would see in fruition, and I admit in volition that (cough) (cough) I almost lost myself totally, *********** stripped of the holy one and only. One and only. We've. Received. Bad vibes. So now there's nearly nothing to my name unless you count the meter it retains. But I've got flies in my pocket that I sprinkle for pepper in my popcorn bag. There's no space for me here but there's vacancy in the matrix. And I see the signs lit up. Being singular not enough? I'd rather be rich and ubiquitous than poor and bored while I whittle the days away, feeding my head with whatever's left from original message I received. I've opened that **** and I tried it on for 23, pressed to impress but it wasn't me. Listen when I say it, 'cause I'm serious, now that my name is worthless what could it hurt to burn some synapses and knight myself? After all I don't count on being rescued from this hell. What's my name? Anything will do. But it's got to be very memorable and cool. How should I glow when I get outta this cocoon? Take it to the Max. Normal won't do, 'cause it's gotta be catchy for the TV and YouTube. I won't be a copycat, no, never. It's just gonna be the me that I've eternally received only under my belt, tight to the extreme. Like. The lost. Before.

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC

lux-capacitor

Metanoia: Loss to Fine

This is going to be kind of like a journal entry. I never keep a journal, but I feel like doing it, so I'm going to do it. It's like, the first step in a long line of many, mini steps. Almost ready. I feel like I should stretch out before I start. Ballistic. You know, like a fighter or something. Okay. Here I go. Right now I'm stuck in this little bubble. I got put here by some trouble just a few years ago. Man, it was ****** up **** like the most ****** up I've ever been in. Life, as they say, got the best of me. **** came first, then beer all day er'day, spending my living living with some ****** up ***** who's bad with money. We matched 'cause I'm ****** up. I ****** up, 'cause I shut up. First time lifestyle collaborator, so it was like, man what-am-uh-gonna-say? I feel love and I've been conditioned to just ride that **** with pride on your **** Don't tell me I don't know what I want man. I've got my head on straight. Don't hate. Haters can't appreciate romance, bro. Come back when you learn that, yo. I don't blame the drugs, so I kept 'em when we left together, but in different directions. Live-in gone. Foundation rot. Suspension shot. **** **** **** **** I hit ground with my teeth. Instead of asking for help when it was needed I took help that kept me breathing till I could ***** my head on almost too many terrible months in the future which I never thought I would see in fruition, and I admit in volition that (cough) (cough) I almost lost myself totally, *********** stripped of the holy one and only. One and only. We've. Received. Bad vibes. So now there's nearly nothing to my name unless you count the meter it retains. But I've got flies in my pocket that I sprinkle for pepper in my popcorn bag. There's no space for me here but there's vacancy in the matrix. And I see the signs lit up. Being singular not enough? I'd rather be rich and ubiquitous than poor and bored while I whittle the days away, feeding my head with whatever's left from original message I received. I've opened that **** and I tried it on for 23, pressed to impress but it wasn't me. Listen when I say it, 'cause I'm serious, now that my name is worthless what could it hurt to burn some synapses and knight myself? After all I don't count on being rescued from this hell. What's my name? Anything will do. But it's got to be very memorable and cool. How should I glow when I get outta this cocoon? Take it to the Max. Normal won't do, 'cause it's gotta be catchy for the TV and YouTube. I won't be a copycat, no, never. It's just gonna be the me that I've eternally received only under my belt, tight to the extreme. Like. The lost. Before.

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If I can reach your soul then I'll be far beyond. With each and every breathing that melts the agony. For the silence that is left untold; Oh, shuttered heart.. SPEAK UP!

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC

vincemad

Speak Up!

If I can reach your soul then I'll be far beyond. With each and every breathing that melts the agony. For the silence that is left untold; Oh, shuttered heart.. SPEAK UP!

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To my first follower, for taking the courage to click on the tab. To my first like, for taking precious moments reading my design. To the ones who followed after, for taking notice of my mind in pixelated patterns. To all who shall come after, I won't ignore the precious deed. Thank you for the ones who stayed as well as those who could not take any more of this **** I know I am depressing, banal and even dull at times but for each and everyone of you who thinks I am worth a heart; I could not have asked for a better companion who shares this lovely craft. Let's continue awhile longer, reading and writing listening and trying and since this is getting a bit tacky I'll end it here remind all of you that I appreciate that seemingly simple click.

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC

ady

Shoutout (a poem for you)

To my first follower, for taking the courage to click on the tab. To my first like, for taking precious moments reading my design. To the ones who followed after, for taking notice of my mind in pixelated patterns. To all who shall come after, I won't ignore the precious deed. Thank you for the ones who stayed as well as those who could not take any more of this **** I know I am depressing, banal and even dull at times but for each and everyone of you who thinks I am worth a heart; I could not have asked for a better companion who shares this lovely craft. Let's continue awhile longer, reading and writing listening and trying and since this is getting a bit tacky I'll end it here remind all of you that I appreciate that seemingly simple click.

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