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    Atreus
: the curse of blood

    I was born into the weight of itblood that never ran cleanrage that pounded in my veinslike the sound of a drumcallin me to warbefore I knew what it was to fight he handed it to mewith hands full of...

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    last call lullaby

    whiskey spilled its secrets into medripped slow like the last breath of a songmy fingers fumblin for notes I’d forgotten to playI drank til I forgot how to dreamand the world turned to statica melody I couldn’t remember but...

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    • Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Excellent write my friend, sounds like words that should be accompanied by a blues riff. I can relate. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • thank you. it’s funny that it started as lyrics. original chorus…

      this is my last call lullaby
      for every fuck up for very fight
      for every tear I didn’t cry
      for every night I couldn’t lie
      don’t save me now don’t ask me why
      just let me play before goodbye
      let me drown let me go down
      in this last call lullaby

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    Ajax: unwinnable war

    the war was never out thereit was always inside mevoices. whispers.ghosts of myself hidden in the wallsechoes rattlin beneath plastertil I couldn’t tell what was real anymoreor if anythin ever was I thought I could fight ithold on long enoughbut...

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    • Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • That first stanza..how many people have internal wars that no one sees it makes me sit and think on that. Great opening. Enjoyed this.

    • guy from AA always tells me. the battle isn’t the whole war.

    • that he is. smartest person I know.

    • You are a very good, insightful writer. One of the better writers in here, actually. You know what is valuable in writing; The human condition.
      That being said, I’d like to ask a favor of you. Add the “g”s back.
      I think I understand why you leave them off, at the end of words. But, I think that by writing the word/s out completely, it adds authenticity to you work moreso.
      You have a very keen, mature awareness in writing. I don’t know how old you are in actual years, but you write with a wisdom of someone who has lived quite a bit. By writing the words out, you will gain more credibility with a reading audience. We are all writers here, so we tend to fill in blanks with proper words, etc. But that makes for throwing off the rhythm of the flow. We subconsciously have to “correct” what we are reading. It causes bumps in the road.
      You know what I mean?
      You write very well. Your readers probably read well, too. So level up your style, it will pay off tremendously.
      I do not mean this in a belittling way at all. I really am impressed with your poetry. I always have been. But as an experienced reader, I’d like to see you take that next step. I think it will make a positive difference.
      Up to you, of course. But I mean well. You are good at this, your words deserve completion.

      • I do appreciate your concern bout my writin style. but I don’t write to make people comfortable. don’t do it to please the eye or make shit easy on the reader. not gonna find perfect flow here. not really interested in placin expectations on my art. I write as myself. it’s meant to jar you and make ya work for it. meanin of it all lives in the chaos of it not in the neat little lines that readers want it to be.

        no harm done tho my friend…edit if you want while you read but I’m gonna keep writin my way and you might be missin the point with all that tidyin up.

    • Fair enough. We all have an identity that makes us unique. Keep writing good stuff.

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    Pandora’s box: when the dark spills out

    they crawled in without askinlike whispers of smoke pressin into my bonessettlin under my ribslike they’ve always been there they wait in the quiet
feel themmovin under my skinclimbin thru the cracks I thought I sealedthey slip thru my veinslike hungerlike...

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