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Read MoreScab fur balls piling in carpet A dull blade in need of being replacedBlood sleeping on my handsSoaking into a tranceRealities skin torn wide apart The songs continuesA smile on my legHair in my face Falling with the weightHead...
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So many
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Read MoreReality doesn't hurtLike it used to.It just keeps moving onAnd dragging me with it.The truth is brutalBut,I'm numbed fromIts effects.It's always been this way,I'm always never living upTo the expectations of Other peopleOr the grandiose delusionCalled dreams.The darkness isn't fearfulTo...
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👍🙏
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keep trying beautiful poetess ❤️
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Yes I will do.
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Yes dear.
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Read MoreHeaven isAlways duskIn the old townOf some run downAntediluvian aberrationOf one of these large storied cities.Every bar is playing punk rockAnd doom,Every angle is leeringAndThreatening through the facadeOf brick and crawling moss.Demons and other denizensOf the dark prowl aroundIn...
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supposedly there are instruments of destruction that were created for no other reason than to make us fear…amazing grace was grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved I am not a christian because I don’t think they understand the very words they read… just food for thought and p.s a utopian society would fail great write ❤️
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Read MoreTHE TASTE OF SYNONYM The odor of stale beer danced with the steel blue smoke, while Ska beats filled the air with electricity. As the room filled, a thousand words spoke all at once, loudly, making it seem like a small riot. Amidst the noise of confusion and polemical...
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Very clever, for starters. And you carried the story theme along so well. It’s a read for creative thinkers who wanna frolic. LOL
It isn’t so trippy that I couldn’t stay with it. Great write.-
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Frolic away, my friend! I am glad you enjoyed the read, Styxian, it is always good to see you on one of my poems.
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Hi ValuptasUnholyWhisper!!! If that is you in the avatar (photo), it is nice to see your smiling face, and welcome to my poetic garden. And it is my pleasure to have “captivated” you.
perhaps you might also like Deep Forest, and Enya? These are some of my “trippy” musical treats from the 90’s. I’m listening to Enya’s “Watermark” as I type this reply.
Anyway, I love when you visit, thank you for time and words.
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The places this one took me…You held this one on the crest of wave after wave of poetic brilliance. It was the faded tight jeans that locked me in and kept me rolling with it
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Hi Willow! This poem, its internal mix of emotion is one of the poems I am most proud of. While it is a play on words, it is also the way “faded jeans and flannel shirt”, makes it more real, more conversational. I am glad you noticed this and more that you got hooked by it and brought you deeper into the poem. Thank you!
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