I was way too chicken to get on top of any roof. lol
But I would lay on a trampoline at night which was so cool.
Mostly because it felt like I was floating while gazing at the sky. Night or day. Didn’t matter.
A nice escape – good for adults and kids.
We all need them to stop thinking about reality sometimes.

Oh, I understand. Sometimes a kid’s just gotta do what a kid’s gonna do. And it’s always worth it — especially when you look back at it from the distant now, and realize how much more we had then. I have to think I knew it then, or I wouldn’t have done it. The only way it could last was in my memory.

Live in a building where they have locked the roof. But I would gaze out the window and dream. Lived on the top floor.

hello dearest poet I feel the plight of humanity in and on my own body…we are not all so blind and unfeeling… great write ❤️

That’s very interesting — and scary. It must be very difficult to live this way. I wish you peace and thank you for sharing.

You write the truth.
Are we as a species , evolving or devolving.
Keep up the good work as you say lots with very few words.🙏

Thank you, M. It’s funny, but I think of that time often, up on that roof. I can still feel the scratchiness of those asphalt shingles and smell the honeysuckle wafting up from our back yard. Wondrous times, wondrous nights.

Wow! From the roof, gazing at stars and beauty, to gazing at minds and blackness. I love it. I am still gathering material to my “roof” poem. I enjoyed reading your roof poem. Well done, FD “)

Thank you for allowing my ink to splatter, Brenda. I don’t know why we don’t team-up more often. My dirge is available even in the throes of my tuna casserole.

This is good. The flow is nicely done. Nice job to both of you.

NIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEEEEEE!

Tragic. Well written, nicely done!

Thank you so much! It means the world to me. Truly. 💕

Very cool! Hey we like you via your writes! You have a lot going on in your head, so therefore you are not boring right? LOL
I like how you search for what works for you, creativity wise. It reads well as a poem, and then the boom as a song.
This is great stuff.

Truly enjoyed the read then when I reached the bottom and pushed play, it completely elevates your write. Honestly, I enjoy reading first and thinking about how it will sound when I push play
at the bottom. It’s like the music aspect is desert after the meal/read lol
Hope that makes sense.
Keep killing it!

hello dearest Drieks we need hope and no one likes me don’t feel bad…it doesn’t matter what circle I’m in I don’t fit one on one I do great in groups not at all… ps I like you I just have failed to comment much of late… this write you should be proud of ❤️

“I’m the echo in a room that never speaks
Nobody likes me
Because there’s nobody like me
I’m the secret even silence couldn’t keep.”

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics per usual my friend. That chorus above, next level wordplay! Once again your arrangement highlights your words. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oh, my god this is so good! I just played this so my wife could hear you again (and me) and it is just phenomenal! And what an incredible voice! Give her some love, girl. Plus the music and arrangement, everything is top notch!