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Read MoreFunny how I do feel like a pawn,before this now setting dawn.Each day over before it has begun,eclipsed by a forever waning sun. Just another creature of the night,sealed in tight within the write,treading water in all of this ink,struggling...
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This poem gives me a feeling that the writer is tired but will continue their plight on putting words on the page. Nice;))
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Powerfully penned, LDF. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreCall of Skulls I have been reading the obituaries, lately, morbid perhaps. I also walk through Pilgrim Cemetery, at night, the place where my father’s tomb is, the place where his father’s tomb is. My grandfather was a World War II Veteran, buried with the...
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Read Moresolid white plains meet the horizon crystalized fine like powder ice figures sculpted by free hand on every tree wind swaying arctic breath flowing silently snowflakes dance innocent eyes childhood ideas good memories nestled inside from the window looking outward deep in thought weaving beauty when a voice so familiar warms my soul with splendor my son says.. Dad, it’s snowing!! Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...
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Awww that is so sweet. Nice memory.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t always give a lot of tender moments in my writes. lol. Tell you the truth, they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t show my tender side often, this one was letting my guard down, big time. It was a special memory, in fact they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. That and I didn’t want to damage them mentally by not understanding why daddy drinks so much. I didn’t want to scar them. I brought tears to my own eyes now. Best choice I ever made. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Ditto.
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Born in Minnesota so snow has a special place in my heart. Although I prefer to watch it through a window. When the kids get excited about it, it’s like magic is happening. My daughter is a huge winter fan. She talks about how she would beg to go out in snowfall & I would bundle her up to keep her warm. Made sense to me. She saw it differently…”Mom, I was bundled so snug I practically needed to be folded to get on my sled. I was a starfish!” This one brought back memories…& laughter, my friend
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I liked snow until I grew up, and had shit to do. It’s a love/hate deal. In your defense, it never hurts to be prepared in the elements. lol. Thanks for sharing a snow memory my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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That was a great collaboration. Nice piece
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Thank you a lot for reading it and appreciatin it.
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Read MoreLooking back, quantum dust - Connecting the present to the past.All that was said and done -When we thought we would never be Done&Dead. Today, I reach forth for yesterday -Wondering how far the wandering of existence will take me into the horizon. Between here...
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Powerfully penned, Cipher. Phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Dear S.
Oddly, this poem made me hopeful. I don’t even know why. Maybe this; I know you worked well and hard to make this poem and while you were doing it, you may have felt it relieve your sorrow and emptiness. Am I wrong? If I’m lucky, when I’m low and have the freedom to write, if I’m not put upon by some duty or demand and I find few words to write, it frees me a bit from my palatable discord. Is this it?
Thanks for writing this.
Jim