Twelve Years A Page (12212025)

when I first started sharing stuff and thoughts written in my journal online it was on a site called Black Planet I found a spot but couldn't settle in some of the poets were critics some of them harshly critiqued me it was always something wrong with something I wrote or how I wrote it I felt it was wrong if I had given up I wouldn't have made it this far I grew tire of trying to please those godawful misslead poets I mean who made them grand poobah of poetry anyway it wasn't long before I wandered over to the other side of the planet and happened upon the Artist Lounge went inside loved the view and the ambience everybody felt what I was puttin down and I dug their jazz too no one put me down it was all love I hung around for awhile then I wandered off again but there was no love lost I went searching for something different a new wall to scrawl on where words could come alive the only way I could describe the feeling is when I discovered Poetry Vibe I knew I found my tribe