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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 6 months ago

Torn
It’s hard to turn away
Even the thought takes effort
Knowing that this..,
This thing between you and I
Well has no real end
There was a beginning
Way back when…

I should leave
I am the embodiment of the word toxic
I know my faults
My shortcomings
I know that…
Still, I cannot leave

This thing is like a bungie cord
I drop…Read More

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Fia Naturie wrote a new post

• 6 months ago

Torn

Poetry

April 19, 2026

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It’s hard to turn away Even the thought takes effort Knowing that this.., This thing between you and I Well has no real end There was a beginning Way back when… I should leave I am the embodiment of the word toxic I know my faults My shortcomings I know...

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3 Comments
- Damian DeadLove
  6 months ago
  
  Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write as always my friend. You know I always dig your musings. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.
  
  Damian
  - Fia Naturie
    6 months ago
    
    Thank you Damian;))
- Willow
  6 months ago
  
  The push pull in this is intense. Sometimes there’s a vast ocean between should and do. And as we know, I never learned to make bubbles, so swimming isn’t much of an option. Brilliantly written
Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 6 months ago

What Isn’t Heard

there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silence

stories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspoken

everything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughts

you can’t…Read More

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2 Comments
- redzone
  6 months ago
  
  Yes, I can hear that silence. It’s the silence of a mother whose son has been cut down in a gang war or a war in a foreign country. Or the anguish of needing formula for our kids but no money to buy it. It’s the search for decent work, but not enough education to get it. Its the cries of children hiding under desk when the gunman came to school.…Read More
  - Willow
    6 months ago
    
    I didn’t have a choice on writing this. It’s been much on my mind of late. That deafening, heart-rending silence unheard from outside. Thank you for hearing it with me, Curt
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 6 months ago

Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.

But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
that…Read More

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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 6 months ago

Peace not Granted

Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedented

Oh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and jury

I see my end near…

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