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    halloween madness

    coveted need leads me onward into the darkwith a witches eye I see what is going on in the doldrumall to spark an affliction, desperation a mode of opperationseeking culted desirefire speaks and ignites passionin dreaded dominion find yourself...

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    spill

    perpetual darkness is it grey where you are?deep in the need of nothingnessconsuming your soul with desirepassion plea, on your knees lest temptation visit youseptur of faith, bestow upon you guilt, with the need to be redeemedoccult visions, filth...

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    Avalanche

    truth is...I don't sleep these daysI stare at the insides of my eyelidssilently screamingthere are holeswhere joy should livebefore it pulled up stakesand retreatedsomewhere...I can no longer see itand the darkness...is thick with remembranceheavy with dreadnot wanting to crawl...

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    • I feel this. Know that you are not alone feeling this way. the statement of “I am tired” cut deep. At one point the feeling of it all and feeling that no one gave a damn was so much…let’s just say I would not be here if I did not have someone. We all do not have that “touch stone” person. I do understand.

    • Absolutely gobsmackingly brilliant,powerful,honest,scary and sad.
      When I read this, the only question. I had was why?Why does one keep holding on when there is nothing left to hold on to?
      Why,if God exists,would he torture his children?

      Why are we even alive?

      Take care my friend.The tide can turn quickly and bring you back to shore.🙏

    • Tired,, but alive, broken, but the pieces are all there, they fit together, like the way rain brings flowers. Our tears fill the oceans where all life began. And our scars (whether visible or unseen) become the instruments of our music and can be heard in the cosmos. Willow, your poem resonates like violin strings, hauntingly and with grace. Not sure if you see or feel it, but you give us all the strength to continue, to disturb the universe, like pebbles thrown in the pond, creating ripples that go on forever.

      I do not know you, Willow, and have only read a few of your poems, but I am happy you are here.

      Curt

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. The armor does get thinner with time I think it’s part of facing mortality. At least that’s part of it anyways. There are layers as I always say, but it’s tiring indeed. Time catches all of us eventually, but our scars lend to wisdom, even those earned by trial and error. That’s what popped in my head anyways. Excellent write my friend, I can relate. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Some days the scars weigh more heavily than the wisdom. But it’s there, resting, I think. Thank you for the reminder, my friend

    • You nailed it. Fantastic work. It’s hell to get old.

    • This is the first piece of yours I have read, but HER suggested you for membership in our new Spoken Word group. I took her at her word, and though I have not heard any audios by you yet, I wanted to take a peek at just some of your words first. If you have audios, I certainly want to hear them, on the strength of the words you have left here, not what someone has told me. This is brilliant work, Willow, tough, strong, gut-wrenching, sad; it touches all the emotions and pulls the reader in. I will read more, and I want to hear what your work SOUNDS like.

      • It sounds like emotion unfiltered, I imagine. Still new to me. Hopefully you’ll find it interesting. Thank you

        • What I have heard is amazzzzing.

            • I had to listen and read again. This is so kickass. And I had to come back to confess: I have been there, Willow. Spent months with other versions of me in that cold, white setting, surrounded by so many suffering with me there, with only ourselves and our pain for company. This piece brought all of that back … so many years ago, … so many miles since then. Thank you for this.

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    sucks

    with intensity I approach needy and bluethere is a void around me full of sexual energysucking you into my darkhalted feelimg, my impression it's depressionmy soul rises with the passion, then the tide pulls me backundulating passion plays with...

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    Musing Tonight

    I have been questioned if I don't seeWhat is going on before meIt's been said that people are afraid to write because the stars are not sitting quite right   They want to remove or put it in a box, Specific themes should...

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    • hello lovely Fia I know you are here for us…I comment a lot and people are responding…at du for a long time I was unpopular because of my schizo episodes and really I couldn’t help it…you would think I woudn’t write duringn those periods but oh no not me lol… thank you dear lady ❤️

    • I think we’re all thankful you’re here, Fia. I always try to comment on other poems when I can. That’s what makes this a community.

    • We all need you Fia… we all need one another… still you are one of a kind

    • Passionately penned, Fia. I always dig your musings my friend. Thank you for everything you do for our community. Appreciate you, cuz.

      Damian

    • Hoi hoi
      I love it a lot how you care for us. And thank you so much for that.

      But am I (being?) out of place when I ask for you to take more time to write goodies for yourself?

      Think of the stewardess in a plane. They point out to first put that mask over your face and after that tend to other people.
      I honestly believe the stewardess’ filosophy. And I hope that I can convince you to become a believer too. Wink wink.

      Please don’t forget yourself.
      Warm regards, Gus

      • No you are not Gus. I do have to schedule more time to write. It has been calling to me and I had to put it on the back burner. I love to write and post. I appreciate you, my friend.

    • I bow to you with gratitude for your tireless dedication to our community, dear Fia!
      For many of us writing is an invaluable contribution to maintaining mental balance. Pouring out your heart in a poem or a story brings great relief and satisfaction.
      I appreciate very much that you cover all topics with your writing. Literature must not be restricted in its freedom of expression!
      Once again, thousands of thanks for all your efforts and your marvelous poetry, my friend!

    • With gratitude and appreciation, I thank you for all that you do and are, Fia. Fearless and honest, your writing inspires us to share parts of ourselves we might otherwise shove aside, forgotten. Thank you, my friend!

      Clay

    • Due to my feral childhood, manners were late being learned. So now I’m a relic from another time who opens doors for people and always says please and thank you. As it applies to writing, I always appreciate it when someone takes the time to read and comment on my work, and will always thank them. Your fine poem is much food for thought, and I embrace every word.

    • Peace to you Fia. You’ve been the core of this site. Your determination, passion and love for poetry, writing and the community here, does not go unnoticed. Keep up the great work you’ve done here on starsrite.

    • That’s how I feel. Poetry is our voice. So many people don’t use that voice or give it up. I know it can get discouraging but it can help someone. Also it just feels good to get those feelings out regardless of subject.

      Wonderful write.

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