I hear you beautiful Fia people take them too seriously which hinders our creativity as it just flows I went through an anger period when I was going through a tough time and lost a lot of followers because of it peace to you lady let it come as it will 💕

Its a gift to be able to express feeling with words..I’m glad you have the gift 🌼

Words have serious magical power….that’s why we call it SPELLING. I’m sure you’ve that one before, but it’s true. Where do thoughts and inspiration come from? Poetry is the great filter. Use responsibly.

Cleverly penned, Fia. I always enjoy your musings. Phenomenal write, cuz. Appreciate you.

Damian

I think of my poetry as not by me. It’s by little ghost in my ear nagging me till I write their words down hehe. Wonderful ink, friend.

I can’t even count the emotions I’ve given ink to. Without poetry…I have no voice. Without a voice…we fade. Very nice

Powerfully penned, Fia. Could feel these words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

There is true and honest pain here, so palpable I can almost touch it.

A powerful piece written with heart blood. An empath can feel what is Hidden behind the words. Vibrations speak louder and clearer than words. Great work Fia!

One of the hardest things is trying to help and being pushed away.

Great ink, friend.

Thank you, Nick;))

So true. I can write it down…to give me release for the moment at hand. But somethings live on forever. You can’t delete it. I wish I could. Oh no! Another thought coming on!!!

I just wrote Edit My Life after writing my comment.

It seems that a lot of times, when I comment on someone’s work, the way I relate turns into my own next submission.

Thanks

I feel this. The weight of another persons sorrow. A moving piece.
Kind regards
James

If they are keeping score like that, you would never break even. Nice piece

This is such an accurate telling. That quid pro quo system is so disappointing. And such a human trait, it seems

Reminds me of the taxman. lol

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Sounds like capitalism to me, and the force-fed propaganda woven into our heads on a daily basis. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I have known these people my friend. You write this very well, with insight into their character.

John

fucking shit…. I left for a few weeks now you want me dead… ok im leaving

Um…duly noted. Definitely destruction incarnate

This is rather unsettling knowing the devastation that’s so common these days with active shooters. Very scary.

Powerfully penned, Fia. This is a change of pace my friend, you always prove there is no subject you can’t tame. It’s too close to call, you both delivered amazing writes. Appreciate you.

Damian

You nailed this one. No doubt about it. The kind of write that pulls you along in an inexorable tide of power and rhyme. I keep envisioning cement shoes while reading 😁

Good story. I love the “Wa,,,?” lol

Amazing write, Sam. Great storytelling my friend, it’s always a plus when music is involved. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic work, my friend.

About the same time as your story, I was living in East Chicago, Indiana. Near Halloween there was a parade, and all the kids wanted to be in it. I had a play guitar, and my mom slicked my black hair back and drew some sideburns on me. My black leather jacket topped it off. As we walked, I was chosen for a talent contest at the local movie theater — like yours. A bunch of us lined up, a guy put his hand over our heads and people clapped. I won first place as Elvis — a little wiggle put me over. I won $10 too, so I figure I was the first paid Elvis impersonator ever! Ha! My mom kept half.

Oh, good write, as usual. I know I took up a lot of space, but that’s cheap online, huh?

Ha! I can just see little FlatDaddy Elvis with his hair slicked back. Thanks for reading.

Thank you. Hair was an important part of life for a lot of us.