all of these silly poems
written about you lining up
like unnecessary soldiers
to collect dust for me
in a random journal waiting
arbitrarily to be tossed
one day in the bin by
some stranger who never
knew what it felt like
to cry over the words.
Some call it red 
I know that feeling oh too well.
For what it’s worth, your words mean a great deal to us, they enrich us.
That is worth more than I can say. Thank you xo
this is sooo good man – tatiana
🙂
May it never be that your words are tossed away – your talent is a gift that inspires me and, I’m sure, many others. Your tears only serve to make the words more powerful. Peace . . .
Some write because the writing heals us – we are almost always stronger than we know
Your words are tears, cry on the page of your life, and know you have lived. 🙂
This is wonderful and felt deeply! Thanks for sharing your lovely talent!
Just beautiful. Even if it is meaningful to just you, it is meaningful.
i believe all poems means a lot to the writer and some times the writer alone. I have written poems so bad that i wonder who borrowed my talent while i wrote them but these poems somehow mean more to me than some of my professional looking ones. because of the tears i cried over them I guess.
I guess that’s all that really matters in the end anyway.
yeah, I guess so too. nice poem
I have an egoistic little fantasy that someday my journals will be of academic interest. I have to shake it off to write frankly. If only they were actually legible!
Yes that’s another problem, isn’t it! I didn’t even think of that. I’m sure even if someone ever kept my journals they would have to spend a lifetime decoding the mess that is my handwriting.
Reminded me how close my jottings am to that possible dumpster experience. Thanks for liking “HD – Y?” I’ll visit you again.
With every word we speak from our hearts light grows, New World’s are built and old evils fall by the wayside, overcome by courage. While our journals, posts, and chapbooks are important, what has been accomplished by the words in your heart and in the hearts of your readers will never see dust.
& still I won’t stop writing.