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Read MoreDark Alice Comes to CallBy FlatDaddyShe gnawsjaws and clawslike silver to a vampireburning fireripping, tearing through my backdown my leg nerves ripped from deep insidescreaming, seeming like I'm dreamingso damned unrealskin, muscles bonesbreaking, taking me to placesno man ever has...
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Thank you, Crimsin. This is an old piece from my years fighting morphine addiction, given by doctors to treat my pain from an accident. It took twenty years to get free from it completely — and yet I am not free of pain killers. I’ve no choice there. I’m not sure I will keep this posted. It is not me anymore. But thank you for your words, I appreciate them.
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Pain here isn’t metaphor — it’s a rabid animal chewing bone, and you let it howl.
Even in the morphine fog, your voice stays feral and human, refusing to die quiet.-
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Thank you, Thomas; from you, these words mean more. I wasn’t sure if I should let this one out of it’s closet. I think I may take it down after a short stay. It’s like having a hated uncle drop by to see “how things are now,” with a wink. Ya can’t kick him out, that would be rude. And you want him to know he doesn’t scare you anymore. Then you can gladly kick his ass out.
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The urgency in this is palpable. The way concepts almost run together in the frantic need. Intense. That’s a good word for it. It feels like PTSD and addiction ripping at the page here. Brilliant but it makes me sad for the man who survived that, and glad that it was in the past
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Survival is the key, Willow. No need for sadness. Life is what matters most. And I am VERY glad it was in the past.
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Read MoreWe bloom at different timesScenting the air with the aroma of newPetals supple and silky to the touch When spring clouds weepWe catch them on our petalsto adorn them like diamonds We had thornsTo deter the ill reputeWho could not wait...
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This is excellent Fia!
Well done chica:)-
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Thank you, Adel🩷
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Nah, I identify as a scraggly ol pine tree. LOL. But I love the sentiment expressed in this write! It is very clever with the ideas and imagery. it gives us hope!
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Thank you Sytx.😊
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hello lovely Fia someday we’ll be brand new again this is beautifully written ❤️
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Yes we will. Thank you Crimsin 🩷
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Beautifully penned, Fia. This is a lovely write my friend, always a fan of your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Thank you Damian 😊
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Oh damn, girl! This is a brilliant piece of writing. Not only the idea of roses, but each stage and facet of their existence…and we are indeed like them! 🌹
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Yes we are. Thank you Willow 🩷
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It’s a shame we can’t be new roses longer. We get older and look back at how we could have dome things better. But alas, we start to wilt and time goes on until we are dust once again. Good one Fia.
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Thank you, Tim, if we could be roses longer.;))
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My grandmother (my mom’s mom) had rose bushes in her backyard and roses often found their way onto the dinning room table. I would help her sometimes with weeding and tilling the soil around the bushes. It was a fun job getting my hands dirty and listening to her tell stories of her life. Your poem reminded me of her and some pieces of my younger self came alive as I read. I think Fia, if we keep those memories in our minds we are always young for they make us who we have become.
Thanks for sharing this tender poem, Fia
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Thank you, Redzone. That was a lovely memory, I a happy I caused you to remember that.
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This is quite a refreshing piece.
My Grandma was called Rose and I was named after her.
I admire your connection to nature and the surroundings.
I find this exquisite and delicate in its own way.
Peaceful and pleasant read. x
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Thank you, Rosie. I love the smell of roses after it rains
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Fia Naturie posted in the group Music is Art
This is an amazing song. The words without the meaning has so much meaning behind it.
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Read MoreCreepy Old CatBy FlatDaddyMorning comes creepingon fat old cat’s feetto roust me from bed,let creepy cat eat.She leaps on the bedthen springs to my chestand digs in her claws,thus ending my rest.Screaming and swatting,I curse her and plead,“Please! I’ll...
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Hahaha. This is clever and the rhyming is in point.
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Thanks, Addy. Didn’t hear the alarm, but saw the notation. Glad you liked it. It was a fun write.
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