my neighbor from upstairs claims that God sticks post-it notes on his fridge overnight I did ask him what they said but he only told me that I'll have to follow him to church if I want to find out I'm generally not a very curious guy so I declined and, what do you know, few days later I see lots of other people following my neighbor to church They all looked the other way when I passed by them and said hi Thing is I don't even doubt God spoke to my neighbor through post-it notes and gave a lot of people hope I just like being the outsider more than I like being hopeful
the outsider

Too right!
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(͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) thanks
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I so enjoyed this.
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ʕᵔᴥᵔʔ
thank you
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Brilliantly expressed.
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Thank you, Chris 🙂
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Right..
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nice
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thanks 🙂
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thanks you…for my haiku
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I like it! 👌👯♂️
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(。◕‿‿◕。) Thank you
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I love this!
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( ノ^ω^)ノ゚
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I’ve read all of your poems below but for some reason the “like” button ignores me. So, let me just say, that you are a little troubled but a lot fucking talented.
Sipping some gin but still very sober for another twenty minutes. Trust me. I be speakn da troof my bruth-uh.
You are the real deal.
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Aw, thank you, Andrew \(^ω^\)
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I experienced this yesterday from one of my professors. God really sends post-it notes to people—in his perfect time, just whenever we need it.
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Great job sir! This is so beautiful, I am amazed at how you write a poem freely. It’s liberating.
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Thank you 🙂
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Well said and enjoyed your take. Thanks and much appreciated for sharing
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Thank you 🙂
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I thought I’ll write down a comment after going through all your posts (oh boy you’ve got a lot). But delving into your poetry has inspired me (dark shit is my inspiration) and I gotta say something.
You’ve got a gift here. I explore poetry everyday on the internet, and everything is good and all, but this… your poetry hits me a little different. What else do you do besides this blog? Do you use this talent of yours somewhere else? Excuse my questions, I’ve got that interviewer instinct.
Anyways, I’m here, waiting to read more from you. ♡
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Thanks a lot for reading 🙂
And as for other stuff besides poems, sure, I’m writing a novel.
It is very much the same as the poems far as dark stuff goes 🙂
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Would it be possible for you to let me know when you publish it? I’d love to read your novel. 😊
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Absolutely 🙂
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Okay I like this so much.
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Thank you 🙂
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This is a really cool piece!
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Thank you 🙂
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np:D
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I love this so much. My mind is happily twirling with the idea of post it notes and God and religion
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My neighbor should write a book on how to start a cult :)))
I’d read it
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😂😂me too
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I’m with you.
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( ^_^)o自自o(^_^ )
Cheers!
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Interesting poem. I wonder if he was sleepwalking and wrote on a post-it-note what God spoke to him in the night.
Minor edit —
know, [a] few
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It’s very possible that was the case ( 0 _ 0 )
(or he just wrote them consciously and intends to start like a cult or something…)
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“The difference between a cult and a religion is one outlasts its leader.” Rakesh Khurana
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Well said 🙂
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Disturbing yet poignant!
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Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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My pleasure. Peace ✌️
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Reblogged this on Christina Chin Haiku and commented:
I’ve simply got to share this!
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And I’ve simply got to thank you very much, Christina ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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My pleasure 😊 ☕
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Brilliant piece, DR. Being the outsider has its advantages. You know the old saying “don’t dip your toe until you know”. Thank you for following Eugi’s Causerie II.
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No problem 🙂
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I have felt this way all of my life. Wonderful poem.!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Awesome Poem. Nobody ever comments on my blogs. Why is it nobody likes me? Good job on having so much fans. I wish I also had some fans. I wish someone had once commented on my page. But they never do. Maybe they do it and I never see it. Anyway, take care I came around to say hello and leave. It feels so lonely here sometimes.
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I haven’t received any post-it notes on my fridge yet. Am I doing something wrong?….
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Me neither (⊙.⊙)
I’ll just wait more :))
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We’re obviously not doing something right. Maybe an occasional prayer might help bring the post it angel. to our fridge. I assume it’s an angel that does the grunge work. Bit below He who sits on high……reckon?
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Definitely :))
Though I guess angels don’t have the ability to complain ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Is that just a fallen angel you drew?….
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:))) It’s a figure who shrugs
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Coulda fooled me. Definitely a fallen angel with wings akimbo….
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⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ this is the best angel I can do. It’s one that’s taking flight :))
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I’m impressed…I’m sure God will be pleased also …you might even get a post-it…..won’t that be nice?
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If I do, I’d like God to put on it the most brilliant, most complex text-based emoticon in existence. That’ll be nice.
(=^・ェ・^=))ノ彡☆
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