Mood: FrustratedThis site is not what it used to be. I remember a day when I would post a writing and it would have multiple comments on it by the end of the week. Users left compliments, criticism, advice, or even just a poem of their own that was inspired by my poem.
And that would be commonplace for everyone's poetry.
It really helped my writing, as there were talented poets giving me constructive criticism.
I try to stay as giving as I was in those days, and read through all of the poetry and give my thoughts and critique. But it has become tiresome because that effort is not reciprocated, and sometimes not even acknowledged with a simple "Thank you for your thoughts on my poem".
I want to say that there are some of you who still have that old spirit, but there are less and less of you.
I grow weary of being here, because it feels like I might as well be keeping these writings in a journal. I would get the same amount of conversation. And the best part is that this "Journal" will also go unread.
After 7 years it is hard for me to let go of this old website. I'm not quite ready to do so, but I'm being thrown in that direction....Created 2016-02-28 23:03:49
Mood: The Usualin perpetual states of frivolity
there is no dichotomy to judge
other than you seem sad
when you're not high.
I suppose that you always were
when we would laugh, and appreciate the little things
(flowers that forgot to bloom. clouds that refused to disappear.)
and you showed them how far you could bend without breaking.
I can feel the sunlight hit your eyes
as you show your first signs of displeasure-
in a long time-
it's been a while
since you fell asleep on me. ...Created 2012-04-06 18:24:51