Where poems come one day at a time in an endless flow of rhyme describing the unclassified, humour or love in life and ooh...
there\'s x-rated stuff too.
We can read and comment on the creativity passing.
How someone solves a problem, what to say about a heart that got broken, love tokens and gems of wisdom.
I try to read all of them, but as more people subscribe a mountain grows before my eyes. I apologise if my rescue dogs couldn\'t pull your memory from the avalanche of recent activity.
It\'s not you, it\'s me.
Comments can never be stolen just rewoven by another poet in an uneven collaboration.
Reusing the effort to combat climate change, are they not fair game?
I may steal words but never a verse or sentence.
I might reflect your sentiments
The stray flies of replies can pull a 3 day corpse back to life.
As I stand as your witness, I\'ve honestly seen the miracle of this
Not everything I\'ve written is true. Between me and you I use some creative vehicles other people might call lies.
A dramatists eye or imagined self and stuff I say to add but not pad out.
We can be friends and chat in messages, work together or publish books.
We can hang out for kicks but I\'m not sure about pulling chicks cos we did it looking moody reading books back in the day, not hunched over touch-screen tech.
Meh, the vanity of youth eh?
What else can I say except I don\'t think there\'s a downside, to this poetic vibe.