Oh, the force is strong with this one.
C’mon and plug my Darth hole, Mr. Casket…

I’d love to give you a splash of sunshine

HOT AS ALWAYS!
xoxo

Thank you my dearest Adira! I keep on trying my best evrytime.

hello dearest Par this is very deep and must have been hard for you to face great write 💕

Wow, PAR! This is really good. I have to say I’ve never seen anyone self-analyze so meticulously as you’ve accomplished here in this series of pieces. For me, the word ‘violent’ in your poem may be slightly overbearing and excessive under the circumstance of your more extensive description. Perhaps ‘forceful’ or ‘foreboding’ … though I do see the intent to create shock through contrast.

You’ve managed to describe something that I’ve never paused to ponder… the power of silent observation, allowing the ribbons to unravel themselves until the package lies fully open and exposed. There’s a self-loathing quality to your piece, but it’s far deeper than that. It emulates the respect and honor provided by a student to his teacher.

Exceptionally intellectual and yet warmly appreciative. Well done.

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! This is so profound with deep introspection my friend. Wow, you never fail to amaze me. Fucking magnificent write! Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello PAR. I took a few moments to sign back onto starsrite and read your poem. This is one magnificent journey. WOW! Your a true artist and a real, authentic person. Your gift of expression and writing never seems to fail. Well said and marvelously executed.

Very nice, Javalini. I love the analogy and the tight, succinct geographics of your piece. The allusion to the soul as a bird awaiting flight is exceptional.

No apologies necessary, girl. This is what writing is for. Your catharsis. Hand over your feelings. The piece is strong and moving.

Meg

hello dearest Will thank you for the good advise I want to get past this feeling in my life and in my writing…sometimes I think I here my son asking me ma, what are you doing when I am unkind to myself…still I am grateful I had time with my son to be close to him before he died… I deeply appreciate your thoughts 💕

Do whatever you need to do to survive…..write,cry,complain,run naked trough the streets if you have to…….just survive.

Take care and you have friends here that care even if from the other side of the earth.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. No apologies are needed, you grieve as long as you need to my friend. You’re working through your thoughts and emotions, writing is your therapy right now. I’m supportive because I also use my writing as therapy, I think it’s what writers do. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I felt this.