Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thia is a deeply moving poem, Crimsin. I felt especially those last 3 line. And the music made the poem more real to me, more tragic. To desire death, yet condemned to life, where only sadness can be found. And yet, there is also the deeply felt desire to be “understood”. Crimsin, you may not want anyone in your “onyx tower”, but your poem calls to us nonetheless. Is this not an invitation to at least feel your words?

You write powerfully, Crimsin.

Curt

hello dearest Curt of course it is I hope to move always that you got it makes me happy thank you ❤️

Hey I think you might well have cracked it Thomas .. You may be able to break an egg but you can’t beat a symbiotic bond now can ya squire .. This is smashing and has your literary DNA running right through it .. Neville 👍😎👍

Stimulating, intriguing, well said and creative. Great!

The pic drew us in but we read this twice and this right here , “obscure memories of
vaginas long gone.” We like this dude

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend, you hit this one out of the park. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you so much.

The irreplaceable mistress. What would we do without her? I hit “tangerines and treehouses” and actually squealed! Brilliantly written, Thomas.

You are the best. Thanks.

It’s good to to be able to keep up with site developments, thanks again Fia .. Neville 😎👍

Great info Fia. Thanks!

Thanks, Fia. You keep us all well informed my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Very cool

This has a rhythm to it that makes it feel like it belongs in a song. Nice

Powerful and poignant.

Powerfully penned, Keith. I concur with Fia & Mary this has a lyrical feel my friend. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks Mary. You kick ass!

Cool. I’ll be waiting.

A shadow-born whisper, the phrase itself feels like a seed of myth, half curse, half invocation, sprouting in the dark soil of secrecy. A living emblem of power and paradox… The serpent coils around the hidden flame, a covenant etched in shadows and bone, from silence it blooms, a forbidden crown.