That is a thought. this is a good stream of conscious.

hello beautiful Green this makes me think of wondering where parts of me go when they do beautiful thought provoking write 💕

hello green I have trouble listening I struggle with internal silence great write 💕

Sometimes nobody listens to eachother
Even during years of conversation.
This poem makes you think.
Regards James

Powerful work.

I certainly know that scene, and feel much as you do about it. I’m mostly a quiet type who doesn’t talk a lot, so when I do open my mouth, I want to be heard. What I want and what happens are often not the same, however. Communication should be a two-way street. Your few words are an important statement.

Dear D,

You still got it. An incredible meter. Made me want to sing this. The imagery played in my head of a dark bus stop. Why? No clue. But the players in this piece for me, were intertwined. Trying to run but wanting to stay. I have a longer version running in my head but I’ll spare you the directors cut😊
Wonderful write. H🌷

Haha great end there, friend.

Just reading Honoria’s comment above & I think she’s right. This one might need to be considered for your lyrics list on the album. It has a cadence that moves & the visual is captivating. Worth considering, my friend? 🤔

I remember this piece. I enjoyed it then, and I enjoy it now. Nice Damian.;))

hello dearest Damian I feel you I’m in love but the need for another hit outweighs romance great write 💕

Tremendous

Something tells me this is so good .. I got a foot that can’t stop tapping .. 😎👍

Beautifully penned, Benjamin. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can see why it was nominated. It has a dreamy and faraway quality to it.

I always think unicorn is code for a secret society this made me feel God himself was talking to me just beautiful…

I brow my spells
in leafy black-green
where sullen moons
sulk in pretty-pink

love it 💕

I was raised around poetry books, and my dad liked to dabble in it late at night. My oldest sister too, had books around, and hers were more what developed my tastes. Like this write of yours. It reminds me of old Dylan. I don’t know why. yet that’s a good thing to key my old memories of reading his stuff.
You sir, are a poet. Not just a writer. an actual poet. And that is a very good thing.