well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
Really interesting write, Crims. Very much so.

Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.

sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?

Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.

Curt

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hot oil treatment..Nice line. this is steamy, will get a mind to go in all the naughty places. Nice piece

Good to see you too, hun. I’ll be trying to get back in the poetic groove and droppin in on
some of my favs startin with you. See you soon

Passionately penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend, preach my brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

Big thx my brother. Feels good to be getting back into the groove.

Yes, it’s steamy… but also I snort-laughed at “Rub it in my hair like Ultra Sheen” !!
You make steamy hella fun, my friend. With those fab rhymes that tickle my brain. Classic Naajir!
❤️k

Look at you, over her causing a commotion in your corner. Just had to follow the heat signature to know it was you over here lighting fires. Got your rhythm stamp written all over this gem!

Kick ass piece dude. The flow and rhymes rule!

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thia is a deeply moving poem, Crimsin. I felt especially those last 3 line. And the music made the poem more real to me, more tragic. To desire death, yet condemned to life, where only sadness can be found. And yet, there is also the deeply felt desire to be “understood”. Crimsin, you may not want anyone in your “onyx tower”, but your poem calls to us nonetheless. Is this not an invitation to at least feel your words?

You write powerfully, Crimsin.

Curt

hello dearest Curt of course it is I hope to move always that you got it makes me happy thank you ❤️

It’s good to to be able to keep up with site developments, thanks again Fia .. Neville 😎👍

Great info Fia. Thanks!

Thanks, Fia. You keep us all well informed my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Very cool