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    Sky Poem

    In my mind I opened the sky and climbed a staircase so high so high   Cumulus clouds under my toes cold then wet and whiter than snow   Brightest blue you sing to the sea when I am at home you set me free   Only...

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    Mirislavka

    Mirislavka Without any doubt    all the village boys wanted her .. Those with a pulse,    pubes and piercings did anyway .. The rest were either far too young, or too old to even contemplate what they    each knew to be unobtainable .. Even those feral twins who every now and...

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    • Desire and lust–she certainly has the right stuff to stir emotions and fan passionate flames inside of boys, men, and grandpas who ain’t dead yet. She reminds me of the gas station owner’s wife who’d sell us boys cokes and peanuts, then send us away with big lumps in our pants. (Through no fault of her own–all she did was make change and smile) Thoughts of your Mirislavka will be with me all day.

    • Bless you Sam you just made this old fella’s day .. Kindest of regards, Neville 😎👍

    • Passionately penned, Neville. Excellent write with brilliant detail and wonderful storytelling my friend. Outstanding work. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    in my tower weep

    deep I go and deeper stillcultivating sadness it shines inside of me why deny itsweet melancholy serenades in the shadowsquietly I play my melodymetiqulously I climb the notes into my black dintheir is cackling accompanied by whispersthe horde reside...

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    • 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 ❤️

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    She Rides Wild, like the Wasp

    I have a therapist.She's been withme since birth.Watercolors on mysoul.She spills black, andblue; sometimesred.Blood is tobright on the whitepage.I blush for theboth of us.When all is out forthe caged moments,I collapse and rest.I dream in metaphors,and I taste thesweetness...

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