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    Destruction does not happen it's created

    I was born from two people who did not know what they created A force to be reckoned with, never to be underestimated.  As I walk into the room, all eyes are on me. Smooth like iceNot seeing the fire being set free What they don't...

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    • fucking shit…. I left for a few weeks now you want me dead… ok im leaving

    • Um…duly noted. Definitely destruction incarnate

    • This is rather unsettling knowing the devastation that’s so common these days with active shooters. Very scary.

      • I did not want you to feel that way. Going with the prompt I created with Ambyr, He picked creation, and I chose to go with devastation. That encompasses Fire, Water, Ice

        • No problem. The poem has a lot of weight to it and a lot of fire in its delivery.

    • Powerfully penned, Fia. This is a change of pace my friend, you always prove there is no subject you can’t tame. It’s too close to call, you both delivered amazing writes. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You nailed this one. No doubt about it. The kind of write that pulls you along in an inexorable tide of power and rhyme. I keep envisioning cement shoes while reading 😁

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    1/27/2025

    I tell myself stories Constantly I construct entire backstories From little innocuous events Forever confusing My invention with reality Loudly screaming my opinions In my head About all the things Nobody asked

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    • I construct stories all the time, too. I relate to this.

    • This reminds me of someone I used to work with. They had a full book worth of different stories in their head. They would go on all work shift telling me these stories.

      Great ink, friend.

    • I do the same when I’m unoccupied. Daydreaming can be constructive as long as you know which sidewalk is real.

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    6/17/2025

    My apathy is not a surrender It’s just the only way I can fight You may tie my hands But you cannot restrain my mind

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    6/13/2024

    Some say sailors Could read signs in the sky And maybe they could But I do not need To read clouds Of my own making

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    Night of the Elvis

    A small Arkansas town, 1958 I walked to town that evening and stopped by Grissom's furniture store to watch TV for a while. Twenty or so people sat on the hoods of their cars, watching "Playhouse Ninety" through the store's...

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    • Good story. I love the “Wa,,,?” lol

    • Amazing write, Sam. Great storytelling my friend, it’s always a plus when music is involved. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Fantastic work, my friend.

    • About the same time as your story, I was living in East Chicago, Indiana. Near Halloween there was a parade, and all the kids wanted to be in it. I had a play guitar, and my mom slicked my black hair back and drew some sideburns on me. My black leather jacket topped it off. As we walked, I was chosen for a talent contest at the local movie theater — like yours. A bunch of us lined up, a guy put his hand over our heads and people clapped. I won first place as Elvis — a little wiggle put me over. I won $10 too, so I figure I was the first paid Elvis impersonator ever! Ha! My mom kept half.

      Oh, good write, as usual. I know I took up a lot of space, but that’s cheap online, huh?

    • Ha! I can just see little FlatDaddy Elvis with his hair slicked back. Thanks for reading.

    • Thank you. Hair was an important part of life for a lot of us.

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