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    Corpse Minuet

    I am the shadow that stains your tongue, a slow drip in midnight's corset undone— between your teeth like a psalmechoing from a cellar a corpse minuet before the razor parts the skinin my quasi alto begging for dawn...

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    • Hi
      I see you write with heart, the art work that reveals your writing. You are multiple talented. I see in everything I do does it is really useful for me in my life frankly speaking does it make my bread. I only have a suggestion write more of positive themes, we never know our poem and pic monetise to a million dollar value. Keep writing.

      If you can inspire 10 people it’s equivalent to 10 times, because each one spreads to another 10 people.

      Take my review as constructive feedback. Even though we are suffering with negative people around if we turn that into positive themes then our strength builds. Your tears must strengthen you, you must cry for best things, if we feel sad because people are hurting us then your strength diminishes, instead you come out from that and do better your energized double times.

      Jessy Jacob ❤️

      • Thank you. 98% of what I write is, fiction, no more or less. Shallow minds can take my words however they wish. I write for my own entertaiment.

        • I would say even entertainment pays you best example is instagram shorts it’s gift for you, you are unknowingly unintentionally making bread. But I can relate to your writings becauseany people like me are facing what you write.

          I am not mean but in a way making best use of our life. Mom doesn’t make best food so that she can bribe you to make homework when you were in school it’s her natural way to make you best so i just asked you to take it seriously and change few people life.

          Nothing personal i said.

          • People have the option of readng or not my words I don’t believe in censorship. If people have issues with my words, they should seek help. Once again I say, I write 98% fiction.

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    I looked for you

    I looked for you down colorful aisles humming a song through five hundred miles   I looked for you under two feet of snow hands frozen and blue why did you go   I looked for you at January’s end will they blow out your...

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    • Hi,
      A heartfelt thoughts that really touched me. I can see how deeply you are connected her. Parents are Gods, in Hindu mythology we pray and bow to three beings who shaped our life and made us,
      Mathru devobhava
      Pithru devobhava
      Acharya devobhava
      Mother father and teacher are equal to God and we seek their blessings and they have invested whole their life in making us.

      Thank you for your beautiful lines about your mom.

      Jessy Jacob ❤️

      • Thank you, Usha, for the read and comment. I also appreciate you sharing your culture with me, I am honored.

        Clay

    • This is beautiful and it did make me cry. This is a beautiful tribute.

      • Thank you, Fia. I have been struggling to put things into words lately and am relieved it made sense. Thank you, again.

        Clay

    • Beautifully penned, Detritus. A heartfelt tribute my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

      Damian

  • Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room

    There was a Man, in The Room,
    I could have sworn It,
    A Man, in the Room,
    I might have borne It,
    Or was It just a Boy,
    Some worn, discarded Toy,
    A shattered,…Read More

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    As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
    To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
    Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
    The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
    I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More

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