Soft Skin

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  L. B. Mek March 10th, 2022 04:17

  its a crime, your poetry
  doesn't get the attention
  and appreciation it deserves
  on MPS..
  thank you! for choosing to share
  dear Poet

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    A Boy With RosesMarch 10th, 2022 17:35

    some poems are better left hidden
    
    but in all honesty, it's a little disheartening when you put so much time, effort, attention, and pain into your work, only for it to be seen by few eyes (although I'm grateful for anyone who cares to read). It's sadly part and parcel of art, when you care so much about it, that you'll never fully be recognised or understood. I've long come to terms with that and understand the brutality of existing within such a small realm, when I post a poem and like only five people read it. It's easy to think, what's even the point? The truth is... I'm only posting on this site because I have so many poems written and saved on my PC and various discs, so many poems and numerous journals filled, but it's nice to see them looking fancy I guess. Maybe I shouldn't be so prolific, but I've yet to feel burned out. I'm compelled to write, the desire lives in my bones, an innate habit. I'm actually in the process of writing the poems I've posted here out into a thick blue-velvet journal I have, a quarter done, because I like to see my words live on real pages I can touch and flip over. I don't foresee myself posting here indefinitely, it's becoming tedious. I miss the times when I would write before I even joined here, before I necessarily cared. I can't even believe this coming December marks three years I've been here, what a whirlwind. Sorry for the long response, it's just how I feel.
    

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    L. B. MekMarch 11th, 2022 03:52

    'Maybe I shouldn't be so prolific, but
    I've yet to feel burned out. I'm compelled to write
    the desire lives in my bones, an innate habit.'
    (may you permit me, to draw a thread of likeness
    from your words to that of Keats
    who, lest we forget
    was never a popular writer in his Time...)
    quote taken from his letters:
    'I find that I cannot exist without poetry—
    without eternal poetry—half the day will not do—
    the whole of it—I began with a little, but habit
    has made me a Leviathan—
    I had become all in a Tremble
    from not having written any thing of late—
    the Sonnet over leaf did me some good.
    I slept the better last night for it—
    this Morning, however, I am nearly as bad again—'
    (as a mere humble scribbler
    I can promise to read and value, any poetry
    you choose to share and wish you
    a never-ending romance
    with this leviathan Beast, we name: Poetry)
    please, forgive my overzealous nature
    all these words above
    are just my elaborate way
    of saying that I, for one
    cherish the poetry you choose to share
    and wish you the very best
    of whatever success
    you wish to strive for in life and your poetry
    dear Poet..
    thank you!

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