The ship sails below the land
I see myself on a ship deep underground, the seas were raging and now they are calm. It is a great chromium submarine, and I couldn't have found a finer crew to sail underground with.
I was on a raft drifting on mountain swells, it was loaded with rusty pig iron, rusty pig shit ignorant iron. Some body said why don't to come a board the chromium submarine.
In the words of Eminem "I'm cleaning out my closest."
It's time I let my old raft drift of into the deleted code ocean of the internet.
I'm deleting everything before Celebrate yourself, as I believe that was my breakthrough poem.
Many people have reading listed me through my creative process and others were just inspirational to me without knowing it and I want to thank them from the bottom of my heart. In no particular order:
From the ash
I is me
so many more with difficult profile names to remember how to spell
I will have to think harder and finish this list at a later date because there are so many more poets that have put my work in reading lists and commented over the years. I have forgot the names of their profiles, but not the support and love they wrote me when I was so depressed this site was all I had. I don't say this with anything but the uttermost sincerity Thank you to all the people on this site who saw me through a four year long bleak depression that I thought would never end.
Thank the Web Mistress for this site when ever you get a chance, because without her this community may never had existed.
A lot of people seem to be down on DUP but we should be up. It's a fantastic place. This is my Facebook alternative, no one is selling me shit I don't want down here. I hate face book worse than I hate the Stasi.
One week and I'm deleting everything before Celebrate yourself.
And one more thing I can see how pompous I sound right now, but I have "Paid the call to be the boss." James Brown.
And I am a bad mother