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    Strangers Camp in the Mind

    They check the locksand install cameras,hoping to catch the crafty villainsthat plague their life like a mysterious virus.They call crying hysterical,say it happened again while they slept.Messed with. Nothing on the cameras.No evidence.But they've never been more sure.Hands on...

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    • You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

    • Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

    • I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
      Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

      Patience like a prayer,
      thinking until my brain bruises.

      This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

    • “But then they glance at me.
      And those eyes cut through.
      Like I’m part of it now.”

      Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
      but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
      They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

      Appreciate you!

  • Reach out

    There are things I wanted to show
    There are things I could not let go
    When my light is finally out
    I’m in the shadow

    Reach out , reach out
    You’re in my heart
    Reach out
    Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
    Reach out
    I will always be there for you….

    I’m here for you
    You’re never alone, its true
    Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

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    • I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.

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    Reach Out

    There are things I wanted to showThere are things I could not let goWhen my light is finally outI’m in the shadow   Reach out , reach out You’re in my heart Reach out Whenever you feel  you’re falling apart Reach out I will always be...

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    Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month

    Absorbing the Cost…

    when the choice is required
    and compromise is not an option
    do you choose to soothe your own pain?
    or that of others?

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    Mistmind

    words slip  in and out of thought tickling inspiration    then drift...   overwhelmed by their source they unravel wisping away from grasp   probably just as well...   takes more ink... than currently in possession let words refill the bottle while energy supply refreshens

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    • “takes more ink…

      than currently in possession”

      I have been feeling this a lot lately.

      • I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊

    • Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
      I like the mood this invokes

      • Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊

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