I hear you beautiful Fia people take them too seriously which hinders our creativity as it just flows I went through an anger period when I was going through a tough time and lost a lot of followers because of it peace to you lady let it come as it will 💕

Its a gift to be able to express feeling with words..I’m glad you have the gift 🌼

Words have serious magical power….that’s why we call it SPELLING. I’m sure you’ve that one before, but it’s true. Where do thoughts and inspiration come from? Poetry is the great filter. Use responsibly.

Cleverly penned, Fia. I always enjoy your musings. Phenomenal write, cuz. Appreciate you.

Damian

I think of my poetry as not by me. It’s by little ghost in my ear nagging me till I write their words down hehe. Wonderful ink, friend.

I can’t even count the emotions I’ve given ink to. Without poetry…I have no voice. Without a voice…we fade. Very nice

hello dearest poet I don’t know why people are so cruel especially a mother me I didn’t have one who stuck around as for God Jacob have I loved and Esau has he hated even while in the womb why who knows… great write 💕

This left me with so many emotions. Breathless because I was holding it when I read it
Tears because I understand how being the first is not always being the best. Just a trial run
Angry…don’t be a fucking mother if you can not handle the life you brought in to the World

Powerfully penned, Ambjr. This is an onslaught on all the senses, felt these venom soaked words in my bloodstream my friend. Fucking ferocious write. Appreciate you.

Damian

much appreciated

Powerfully penned, Fia. Could feel these words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

There is true and honest pain here, so palpable I can almost touch it.

A powerful piece written with heart blood. An empath can feel what is Hidden behind the words. Vibrations speak louder and clearer than words. Great work Fia!

One of the hardest things is trying to help and being pushed away.

Great ink, friend.

Thank you, Nick;))

So true. I can write it down…to give me release for the moment at hand. But somethings live on forever. You can’t delete it. I wish I could. Oh no! Another thought coming on!!!

I just wrote Edit My Life after writing my comment.

It seems that a lot of times, when I comment on someone’s work, the way I relate turns into my own next submission.

Thanks

I feel this. The weight of another persons sorrow. A moving piece.
Kind regards
James