This is interesting. I love science fiction stories

Thanks for reading. I also love sci-fi. The questions Sci-fi authors ask are hard hitting.
Regards James

Oh, this is good, Damian.

There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

Great write🤘

I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

Powerful writing, my friend.

First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

Nice.

Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

John

The fast pace reminds me of an engine revving up and going down a racetrack

The beat, rhythm and pace is like a racing car! The reader wouldn’t know are You talking about a woman or a car lol. The closing lines are brilliant, and “unique styles” it is. Wonderful poem, to read it in the morning it fuels us with good energy to start the engine ✨

Corvette! Corvette! I’m a ‘Vette girl. But that’s mostly because daddy was a Chevy guy and Ford was a dirty word around him. Once wrote a poem about a Mustang once though. Much enjoyed this one, my friend

Cool dude. Great description. The energy & performance is highly moving. Excellent.

This had the rumbling force of a corvette being geared up for a rip roaring ride down the highway. And to me it also read like a sensual poem about the power of the engine getting ready to fly like bat out of hell down the highway of love. Fantastic work my friend.

John

Powerful and vivid

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. That’s a severe case of road rage. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sarcasm – black as the night! You’re a true master of this art. Sarcasm – black as the night! You’re a true master of this art xoxo

Aww that’s a sad tale. He should have seeked help

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. Sounds like a Napoleon Complex to me. Appreciate you.

Damian

Napoleons are a fucking nitemare, especially when one is rather lanky. They start arguments in an empty room and are never, ever wrong. Kid you not. An angry little man once attempted to headbutt me and my stomach felt the full force of his forehead.

This is a meaningful and powerful writing, dear Keith! ​You are creating attention for those people who are a little different from others and are therefore often mocked. Nobody is without any flaws. All of us should be more tolerant and supportive, and most important of all, focus on inner wealth instead of appearance. Of course, being mocked isn’t an apology but maybe the violence could have been prevented.