I still visit the profiles of old friends here, some that I know seldom if ever, revisit the site. Others are departed from life itself. I revisit their comments on my posts on other sites as well. I'll find one and say, well, wasn't that nice? This is eloquently poignant. I enjoyed and I relate. F.
Posted 3 Years Ago
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3 Years Ago
Thanks for reading, Fabian. :)
3 Years Ago
As do I. They are like monoliths on a partways barren land.
Relic,
i think, ur poem is true in my case :)
just opened this account i guess almost after four years, now it seems that i have come to a total new place, read numerous good talented piece of work, got to know some really talented bunch of people (poets), found some real haters and some awesome friends :)
beautiful work , thanks for sharing
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Thanks.
Good you wrote this.
I was once a victim of this piece of writing. Leaving my account in desolation for years, never remember to come back, until its memory struck my memory, and ran back to open its door again, cleaning the room, dusting its furniture, resetting the entity and now I keep maintaining its useful. A home where I feel free to free my feelings.
Wow! How descriptive! Mine is one of the empty rooms in one of the many empty halls...:( But, you have summoned me back to sit and read a moment, like a visiting ghostwriter, still penning in the other world, always true to my nature.
How wonderful your poem is. Each line hits with hollow, reverberating truth, a guilty but intriguing life-giving death knell that intones "Where are you? You are not forgotten. Come back, if only for a moment. You are not forgotten. It is not too late. Please don't die away, for good..."
wow I guess one day that will be me too. Very sad... but you painted it a perfection! like the lines penned by so many others that died in obscurity those words quieted but floating in the ether waiting to be found again in someones mind a spirit whisper billowing to your hand beckoning to compose. liked this one a lot awesome imagery and feel
I've been an amateur scribbler since 2009. You can also find me on Stars Rite under my real name Tim. Many of those poems are from this account. more..