Do you remember the realms you resided in? / They sit silent / never decaying / unlike your memories dispersing into / recollection and myth // City of Heros / Star Wars Galaxies / NetComics / Modern Tales / the list neverending, always growing // so you became a poet / to forever inscribed these realms / you thought would disappear. / Was the promise fulfilled? // Have you taken a look at your Notes App lately? / the words linger where the grease touched glass / heartbreak and highschool yearnings / wish to feel your fingers / once again, but you refuse. // Remember that Tumblr diary / the Twitter page with your jokes / the HTML code describing your site's "under construction," a promise to finish what you started / but aren't you still under construction, / growing slowly. / So, where are your posts? // You say / we live in a saturated market, how will anyone ever make it? / Bullshit excuses / to justify your disappearence / your trepidation to make. / Someone will always take your place / make that website, the video-- become viral, and / become our future aesthetic // defiling our souls with the standard "I'm sorry" / when they are found messaging minors their sexual fanatsies. // No, it's not your fault for this, but you lack / the resolve to continue your work. / Sure / The game was rigged from the start / rigged to stop you from living free, but that's another excuse. // So, today is the day to start anew. / Write those poems! / Record those videos! / Live as an artist / within your created realms / The responsibility to breath life into our future / is on us. //