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Read MoreFunny how I do feel like a pawn,before this now setting dawn.Each day over before it has begun,eclipsed by a forever waning sun. Just another creature of the night,sealed in tight within the write,treading water in all of this ink,struggling...
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This poem gives me a feeling that the writer is tired but will continue their plight on putting words on the page. Nice;))
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Powerfully penned, LDF. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read Moresolid white plains meet the horizon crystalized fine like powder ice figures sculpted by free hand on every tree wind swaying arctic breath flowing silently snowflakes dance innocent eyes childhood ideas good memories nestled inside from the window looking outward deep in thought weaving beauty when a voice so familiar warms my soul with splendor my son says.. Dad, it’s snowing!! Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...
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Awww that is so sweet. Nice memory.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t always give a lot of tender moments in my writes. lol. Tell you the truth, they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t show my tender side often, this one was letting my guard down, big time. It was a special memory, in fact they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. That and I didn’t want to damage them mentally by not understanding why daddy drinks so much. I didn’t want to scar them. I brought tears to my own eyes now. Best choice I ever made. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Ditto.
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Born in Minnesota so snow has a special place in my heart. Although I prefer to watch it through a window. When the kids get excited about it, it’s like magic is happening. My daughter is a huge winter fan. She talks about how she would beg to go out in snowfall & I would bundle her up to keep her warm. Made sense to me. She saw it differently…”Mom, I was bundled so snug I practically needed to be folded to get on my sled. I was a starfish!” This one brought back memories…& laughter, my friend
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I liked snow until I grew up, and had shit to do. It’s a love/hate deal. In your defense, it never hurts to be prepared in the elements. lol. Thanks for sharing a snow memory my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreSail away in this sea with me.Away to the heart of us,the waves delicate. Sail away with me,away from coastal endings,this ocean we share. Sail away with you, I shall,and as does the sky, we blush at dusk. Sail away with our...
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Beautifully penned, Daniel. Passionate write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreCandle wax is born from a pulsating flame.Pulsations of passion we share,were born from our first moment which sparked this undying love. If our love had a physical form,our lips would be enshroudedin what flows from our flame,and embalms our...
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Passionately penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreInked so wickedly,so hauntingly beautiful.Thunder booms within,and lightning flashes in my eyes!Striking the page,paradoxical juxtapositions reign.A macabre heart indeed,metaphorical beauty drapinga living, breathing corpsewhich holds still the pen!Between my decaying fingers,my pen inks on with everycrash of thundering within...
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Powerfully penned, Daniel. Fantastic imagery throughout my friend, incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Dear S.
Oddly, this poem made me hopeful. I don’t even know why. Maybe this; I know you worked well and hard to make this poem and while you were doing it, you may have felt it relieve your sorrow and emptiness. Am I wrong? If I’m lucky, when I’m low and have the freedom to write, if I’m not put upon by some duty or demand and I find few words to write, it frees me a bit from my palatable discord. Is this it?
Thanks for writing this.
Jim