Thank you so much! It means the world to me. Truly. 💕

Very cool! Hey we like you via your writes! You have a lot going on in your head, so therefore you are not boring right? LOL
I like how you search for what works for you, creativity wise. It reads well as a poem, and then the boom as a song.
This is great stuff.

Truly enjoyed the read then when I reached the bottom and pushed play, it completely elevates your write. Honestly, I enjoy reading first and thinking about how it will sound when I push play
at the bottom. It’s like the music aspect is desert after the meal/read lol
Hope that makes sense.
Keep killing it!

hello dearest Drieks we need hope and no one likes me don’t feel bad…it doesn’t matter what circle I’m in I don’t fit one on one I do great in groups not at all… ps I like you I just have failed to comment much of late… this write you should be proud of ❤️

“I’m the echo in a room that never speaks
Nobody likes me
Because there’s nobody like me
I’m the secret even silence couldn’t keep.”

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics per usual my friend. That chorus above, next level wordplay! Once again your arrangement highlights your words. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oh, my god this is so good! I just played this so my wife could hear you again (and me) and it is just phenomenal! And what an incredible voice! Give her some love, girl. Plus the music and arrangement, everything is top notch!

When I read your musing, a quote of Friedrich Nietzsche was the first thought that came to my mind: “You must have chaos inside to give birth to a dancing star. “It’s exactly the chaos, the self doubts, the questions upon questions, the deep reflections at night which give birth to a dancing star of inspirations writings and deep thoughts. Great work, dear Damian!

This is a good piece of musing, Damian.
This is so true
“Timid people constantly read the room

While they study the human psyche “

Amazing piece Damian. Thank you for sharing 🙏

I think it all comes from being wounded too many times. I identify with this very much.

Wonderfully written Damian. Well said. Keep up the great poetry my friend.

Dude, I’m not timid at all and yet I still read a room! I am extremely observant of my surroundings. It’s a crazy world yaknow!
Your write is a crowd of personalities, interesting in each of their ways. The rhyme makes it flow really well. It’s carrying a beat all its own. Well versed Damian.

hello dearest Damian this is excellent I can relate to the searching and lonliness of not being satisfied with pat answers ❤️

It takes so many approaches and responses to survive these days. And not the least of which is temporary retreat and regroup. How do your pieces always seem so relevant to every moment? Prophet, I’m telling you. Keep assembling the pieces of the puzzle, my friend

There’s a real honesty here in the way you weave survival, wisdom, and self‑doubt into one puzzle feels deeply human. The closing admission about chaos being “demanding” hit especially true.🙏🏻🕊️

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite stanzas as well. Thank you for your continued support my friend, right back at ya. Appreciate you.

Damian

Reminds me of the matrix with the red and blue pill. Either face reality or live in fantasy.

Great ink friend.

Damian you formed this into a great poem of rumination. Very much loved the way this unfolded. So much wisdom in your words. Truly great poem my friend.

John

Eww, leaking poetry into the dirt. I can see embalming fluid being the ink. I cringed a couple of times. That’s good.

I love how you kept the flow in rhythm and words…this is no easy task…you are a master artist and I understand it take a lot from you ❤️

“my soul works quiet
rummagin thru my busted frame
pulls a sentence from my throat
a broken note from a cut in my wrist”

Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write my friend. The lines highlighted above are fucking killer. Appreciate you.

Damian

much appreciated. soul does lota pickin up of pieces