• Bad Idea

    In 2019 a man by the name of Rusty Trombone had a job scaring people at a haunted house.He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.Certain he can do it better,...

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  • The Train Kept A Rollin

    A teenage girl somewhere anywhere was busy text messaging friends on her cell phone a month ago.She was walking along a set of railroad tracks.Although deaf since birth, she had frequently proclaimed that she could avoid danger more easily...

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    Resist Being Blind

    Four walls, padded confinement loud music bouncing hard Fueled by teenage angst along candle lit passages Shadows occupy every corner residual beasts traveling Feasting on innocent vibes until they consume the room   Tending to my spiritual garden watering this depressing weed The fruits are rotting fast rooted in mindless envy Unable...

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    • Right on, man. Such an inspiring write! Addiction is very much like a ghost, haunting each moment of our lives. I am so happy you were able to push through and maintain. If you ever had any doubt, this poem is proof, that you absolutely do not need alcohol to conjure beauty and meaning on the page.

      The last two lines in the third octet scream truth in my mind. Very, very wise.

      Clay

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Clay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve found out I never needed alcohol to write, it was the addiction that had planted that seed of doubt in my head. It is a ghost always lurking in the shadows, though I’ve always seen it as a personal demon waiting to pounce. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Stay true to yourself and keep on pushing forward. Rock on dude!! Great piece of poetry

    • I love the honesty in this. What a purge of the soul amigo!
      This has so much in it. It had its own evolution.
      Just terrific!

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

        Damian

    • That’s poetry for ya folks .. Bloomin brill my friend .. Neville 😎👍

    • “My pen became a sword
      poetry served as pseudo armor”

      Amazing how many of us are among this army. Accepting help is so hard. Especially if you’ve rarely been offered a hand. And we’re all kinda programmed to ‘suck it up’…like being human is a weakness. Stripped raw & flushing the wounds here, brutal honesty at its finest, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Love those lines as well. We are programmed that way, and it makes it difficult to rewire the mind. It’s still a work in progress, but it gets a little easier each passing day. Always enjoy your commentary my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This poem is raw, honest, and deeply moving. Knowing you wrote it just months into your sobriety makes it even more powerful –your pen becomes both sword and shield, guiding you from darkness to hope. A beautiful testament to resilience and the strength of new beginnings.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was cold turkey, and past overdue. Although it was my fourth attempt at getting sober, the third time was not a charm. lol. Thank you for your continued support, and wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    sage

    diving my right I perfom a ritualceremonial and beautifullaying out my instrumentsa little sage, some fearther and some crystalscandles lit in reverencealso to make my intent knownsummoning the willing spiritsa soulful plea, deliver my messagedarkness smiles as the starshine...

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    dark faith

    inside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...

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