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    Jewel Tone Days

    I have embarked upon my autumn era no longer flush with the lush beauty of youth I've mellowed... become more serene... at peace   don't be foolish  never mistake it for sedate I burn still ...inside... with the fires of Survival   as my vibrant shades begin to fade and others take...

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    • I can identify with this being I’m turning 64 soon. Life is how you look at it. Your strength in this shows your positive view about yourself. That’s called wisdom. Great writing, Willow.

      • It took a lot of years and scars to arrive at this place. I imagine there will be more scars before I finish my journey. But I don’t mind the dents as long as I know I lived to the best of my ability. I’m rolling up on 58 myself and suddenly 60 doesn’t look that old anymore. Thank you, Tim

    • Ahh but the mind is a fearsomely powerful weapon we often use against ourselves. Thank you, Peter

    • I never thought I’d be one to age gracefully. When I was young I thought for sure I’d fight it tooth and claw. But here I am, looking backwards and smiling forward. I don’t know what the days will bring, but I know what the years have brought. I’ll face them with a cup of something hot and a determination to make the best of them. Thank you, my friend

    • Thank you, Thomas 😊

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    dew

    tracing my steps in smokejust a whisp of airthat rises as incensedivine in naturebut humanly flaweddesecrated holiness, drawn to what I ought not disturbcrimson spice it is lustperfume to my lovers nosea heady fragrance, to arouse him withinsensuality in...

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    • Incredible! It’s like she doesn’t want to desecrate her sacred holiness even though it begs her to give in to human desires and lust so she transforms back into smoke. Really incredible poem and picture, Crimsin.

      • hello dearest Tim lust can be all consuming…the soul moveable but untouchable like smoke… I love you review thank you graciously ❤️

    • Nice! Enticing and not tacky at all. This is pure poetry, Crims. You did a great job with it. And what a pleasure to read it.

      • hello dearest Styxian thank you graciously I’m happy you liked it ❤️

    • Passionately penned, Brenda. An amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Honestly...

    I don't want to be part of a broken down culture one that considers my daughter no more than a breathing incubator and my mother a drain on society me...well, I'm useless without a uterus not that they care about babies... only their making let...

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    • Omg I got chills from this. I can see you on a podium reading this. It stirs the blood and makes one pay attention. Brava;))

      • I had me a moment here. Played the spoken word for my daughter and she said “Damn, mom! That’s perfect.” That was gold for me. Im too big a chicken to read in front of people, but I thank you, Fia

    • Mic “Fucking” Drop!!

      • I believe that might be the shortest comment you’ve ever left on my writing. 😂 And I’ll take it as the statement it is, my friend

    • First read this offline, we really missed reading you Lady. Tight piece

      • I’m back. Had to get my head right before I stepped back into the halls, but this is home. Thank you, ME

    • Community isn’t always…or often even…made of blood. It’s the souls who welcome each other no matter what they look like or how different they may be. Blood may be thicker than water, but toxic blood is lethal. I don’t believe in fitting in. I believe in filling the space destined only for you and standing side by side with others doing the same. Nobody else has the ability to be you. Or me. I’m glad you found support and compassion, Brenda. It’s very important 🧡

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    Waiting

    A deep inhale and exhale Signals my sense that lay dormant to awaken   I don’t want to turn Feeling the air vibrates with your presence   Chills running through me Should be cold instead they are (intense)   The space between us It is an inch   One solitary inch  Is...

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