Whether this is a something or a someone, that gift of silence is such a gift. I know that feeling of never enough room to breathe all too well

I swear dearest poet we are on similar wavelenghts our muse must be connected it makes me jealous because I thought my muse was exclusive but there is comfort knowing we are connected great write 💕

The descriptions you’ve used here are so powerful:

“you found a quiet place
hidin in the curve of my bones
where the noise starts to fade”

“it moves in
fills the gaps
that never seem
to have enough room to breathe”

“and the weight of it drifts
like smoke I’m holdin in”

It’s hard for me to describe but it’s so easy to connect to your words. May you find this feeling often, everyone needs it.

Oh goodness, this is just beautiful. A true love story, a delicate peace. You made me feel it.
❤k

Ooouf, speechless,
it makes me wonder has anyone ever had thoughts and feelings like this for me; of course I have for someone but damn – damn I do not want to leave this earth without being reciprocated or being allowed to receive like this.

Envy s quietness straddles, reigns through and blankets me from head to toes. My soul long for it, so deeply.

This is by far one of the most loveliest print to have ever made me feel something.

Rare creature, I love this, I am imprinted by this.

It’s interesting to me how certain people can feel the weight of darkness. It is the unknown, waiting & adraid to hope, that gets us. I totally get this one.

Damn…. the urgency and frustration and despair… your words are powerful.

I’ve been away from poetry for a while. This makes me want to write again.
Thank you.
❤k

Superb work. I relate. You make this come to life.

Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Amazing write my friend, really dig this. Appreciate you.

Damian

exactly. enjoyed your thoughts on it. thank you

Interesting choice a tree. Depending on where you were planted your roots can go very deep and even though you can go through the cycle of death with branches and leaves and storms ripping at you, it funny how a shoot comes from the roots or another limb is created. Its never like the original but was meant to be. (Thoughts ran away with me
) Very nice piece

Powerfully penned, Ambjr. This is an amazing write my friend, I’m getting metal vibes on this one. Some double bass drums, would do it some justice. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is wicked. Favorites

“When the monster is up there the poet stays grounded”
“and now your pulse hangs from its teeth
your breath caught in its claws”
“b/c even the poet in me
is barely a man”

I love the tone of this, eerie and yet so matter of fact and calm. Great write.