Powerfully penned, Fia. Could feel these words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

There is true and honest pain here, so palpable I can almost touch it.

A powerful piece written with heart blood. An empath can feel what is Hidden behind the words. Vibrations speak louder and clearer than words. Great work Fia!

One of the hardest things is trying to help and being pushed away.

Great ink, friend.

Thank you, Nick;))

So true. I can write it down…to give me release for the moment at hand. But somethings live on forever. You can’t delete it. I wish I could. Oh no! Another thought coming on!!!

I just wrote Edit My Life after writing my comment.

It seems that a lot of times, when I comment on someone’s work, the way I relate turns into my own next submission.

Thanks

I feel this. The weight of another persons sorrow. A moving piece.
Kind regards
James

Be needed, never need. The door never swings the same both ways. Tight

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Your words pulled on these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Your words have a way of slicing below the surface, to the core. The last two lines remind me of the lyrics, “ it’s better to burn out than it is to rust”. Keep shining, my friend.

I sincerely hope to meet you on the other side!

thank you graciously dearest Gus for feeling me so deeply it’s appreciated 💕

fucking shit…. I left for a few weeks now you want me dead… ok im leaving

Um…duly noted. Definitely destruction incarnate

This is rather unsettling knowing the devastation that’s so common these days with active shooters. Very scary.

Powerfully penned, Fia. This is a change of pace my friend, you always prove there is no subject you can’t tame. It’s too close to call, you both delivered amazing writes. Appreciate you.

Damian

You nailed this one. No doubt about it. The kind of write that pulls you along in an inexorable tide of power and rhyme. I keep envisioning cement shoes while reading 😁

This is scary but true. Nice spill here.

I cannot tell you how my stomach dropped when I saw they finally confirmed fatalities among the kids. I had so hoped there would only be injuries. I hate that this is now just reality for so many people and I hate that it feels like nothing can be done. I refuse to accept that as an answer.

I wish this wasn’t so accurate…

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Strong poem inspiring strong feelings. Wishing this weren’t happening. But wishing isn’t enough. Here in my state people can own a gun without a license even. Sickening.

John

Sometimes whiskeys better than wine 🌼

Jim and Tupac might have been absolute tossers….. showmen.
Never underestimate the quiet minded ones…..I know I’m one of them.
Good write sweetie 💋

I was drawn to the title first. My daughter’s cat is named Goblin. 😂 But this piece is amazing! Don’t try to change them, for sure. Don’t try to own them either. Easier to capture wind