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    Journey's End

    Once a schmoozing good time operator. Now a well-chewed #2 pencil bearing the scars of teeth. But, known to overcome challenges of engagement. The eraser end, often influences how the story will go. A comforting presence when pondering. But! Can be, a sign of...

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  • Voracious Appetite

    Cruel intentions sit behind blue eyes Nothing normal about feeling this way Crawling on paper skin bruised by lies Darkness waits to seize a summer day   Sleepless nights filled with frustration  Claustrophobic words shallow and thin Filtering through arrogant conversation Naked praise wears this suspicious grin   Verbal...

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    • The last 2 lines are perfect for this. Nicely done

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m glad they work, they’re starting to grow on me. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damn…you always take me somewhere with your poetry. This one is no exception. Give those last 2 lines their just dues. They’re fantastic, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m all about taking journeys, and inviting others to tag along. I’m glad they work, it took effort to get them to flow right. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Raven. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Means a lot to me. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You’ve gotta give yourself more credit, Damian.
      The last lines indeed suppressed my own voracious appetite. The last stanza is my favorite.
      Nice spill my friend. xx
      ~P.G💋

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, P.G. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice, to see you again. I was pretty confident till the end. lol. It took me awhile to get the flow right, I had went through so many ideas that were cool but wasn’t working right. So though these lines worked I wasn’t sure, but from all the support in the comments, I chose wisely. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • That’s razor-sharp and sinuous—like a poem with fangs. The alliteration of “verbal viper” and “voracious appetite” creates a rhythmic coil of menace and desire, as if the speaker’s confronting a charmer who cloaks cunning beneath sweetness. The image of truth dangling just out of reach—“suspending the obvious”—gives this a wicked elegance.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. The words you used to describe this piece in your eyes was amazing, brother. That means so much to me, thank you so much. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Your writing has only improved with time, Damian. Your struggle with the ending paid off in a victorious way.

      Great poem/

      And ty for your comments, they’re much appreciated.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m glad you think that, brother. It really means a lot to me. Good to see you back, not a problem, big fan of your work. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    sex

    slicks the need and the demoness is stirredtreacherous conniving enchantresscomes from the mistI'm deserving of inflictiondedicated desire to wantlucious delirium to squirm for your touchsweet seduction you whisper to me then growl with your frustrationmy shadow reaches you burning...

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    despair

    sadness consoles me in the dreadit is a vibrant feelingdelicious pain aching within methrums my souldrums my heart and it skips a beatfaltering in the darknessmy thoughts are not as yourswith thoughts of escape I remember the macabre is...

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    Slow Mourners Waltz

    Only when there is nothing left -of whispers caught in the throat of twilight no shards of souls lingering in ribcages of stones echoing in hollowed halls no embers to rememberAnd still, they cling on, oh sweet Lenore to...

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