hello!

so the ride is officially over. I have been pressing the switch unnecessarily for the ride to continue for some time now. I should have stopped doing that sometime ago, but I simply couldn't. this was my first collection ever, on Wattpad, where I posted the first poems I had written in my amateur writing career and if you notice enough, you can see how I grew from the writings I added in the beginning to the writings towards the end. they aren't in order, the poems or my thoughts, but as immature as I feel when I read some of these, I can't delete them. they were the making of me, and whatever poem I write today, could only be credited to my courage of posting it on here. I don't want to be me, if I do not have the roots that call to me.

I could continue writing here instead of writing in other collections; I don't feel like writing in, by the way (except for Vermillion) but it's hard to do that too. I feel my poems have reached that stage where it can't fit here because of the type of poems I had added here. they are worlds apart and it boggles my mind, when I am the writer that made my poems, possible.

I have read so much, so much poetry on here and I have always thought the writers are quite consistent. they do not have this problem that I have and I envy them. or maybe, they are hiding the bad stuff from us? haha!

now, of course. I want to thank you all for making my dream come true.

I had posted the first poem in this (The Path Love Left) in the late 2015. I can't remember the exact month and all those poems in the beginning were written in the late 2014. so, it's been only some time but the supporters that I met in the long run are many. I don't think I would've continued on here if not for those votes, those comments that made my day. MelindaGreene4 was the first kind lady, who gave me some hope. I don't see her these days and I believe she has deleted her account. I want to thank her the first because I am sure she never understood how grateful I was. and then so many kind readers came after that and I am not one to mention all those names, in fear I would leave someone major out and that's not in any way right. so I will give you my huge,huge, huge thank you. for making My soul wants to tell you for what it is today. I have 19K reads and it's an achievement in my record. thank you for making me believe in a possibility for the impossibilities and showing me the extent to which kindness can open her wings. thank you for all the love and for all your time. for all your care and for all the nice things you told me about my poetry. for teaching me through your comments the different sides of the ball I rolled from time to time. thank you. I can never stop thanking you.

my gratitude is so big, I could be thanking you from the depths of gratitude if it were a long cloak!

thank you. thank you so much. my prayers are for all of you.

I am not a great poet (amateur or otherwise) but I would like to impart some advice.

whatever influenced you to write a poem, don't fear if you did the source wrong. you have only honored the source and some writers don't care about mentioning the source. please do. it will only make the source happier, content flow in their veins. trust me, this is quite important.

and another thing is...don't fear. don't hesitate. your poetry is a part of you, and if you feel you can't dress your thoughts with enough imagery, you are wrong. you have done enough and your poetry is pure and you. that's all that matters. a poem shouldn't be looked at too much. just be. you. and your poetry.

thank you for letting me rant.

in the end, I thank The Almighty for showing me this orange icon on Google Playstore in the late 2015.

Adios amigos!

Peace :))