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    Thoughts thought

    night wandered alone, dark feet encased in silent comfort dreams a decor - silver starred, lined with whispered perfectioneyes gazing, appraising -  meandering  future thoughtsdared -  in an unholy language via its blushing thesauruspages blurred with dubious regard yet...

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    • Such a rich and layered piece. I love how it drifts like a dream, full of texture and sensation. The imagery feels both mysterious and intimate, especially in the way it moves from silence into warmth.

    • This is such a deeply moving piece. You take us there & there is a breathtaking place. I’m a sucker for dew-laden grass in the mornings.

    • Many thank yous, Willow. You have found what I tried to say without over-stating. Is said that feet soaked in dew remain innocent for life!

    • I could see this printed within a book. It’s just the right amount of personal note along with staying on a creative writing avenue. It’s mature (educated) yet intoxicating.
      Well crafted poetry.

    • I could go overboard with thanks, Styxian! I try very hard to get to the core of writing the use of my own words! I was initially a short story writer but now destined to try my hand at poetry. Not easy! Take care.

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    sage

    diving my right I perfom a ritualceremonial and beautifullaying out my instrumentsa little sage, some fearther and some crystalscandles lit in reverencealso to make my intent knownsummoning the willing spiritsa soulful plea, deliver my messagedarkness smiles as the starshine...

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    • Phenomenally penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • hello dearest Damian thank you graciously my friend my writing isn’t everyones cup of tea but you make me feel cared for thank you ❤️

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    dark faith

    inside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...

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    • Beautifully penned, Brenda. Love the depth and layers in this write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • thank you graciously dearest Damian forgive my late response I find myself slipping of as of late ❤️

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    Forest Pulse

    I wandered through a forest,sunlight pouring through the canopy like molten gold,shadows drifting over moss-carpeted ground.​Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,flowers opened in silent bursts of color,a single pulse in time with the wind​A stream whispered over smooth stones,its silver...

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    • Reading this, I thought of the pulse of an olive whispering to the pimento.

      • Wow, I absolutely love that thought! The pulse of an olive whispering to the pimento is such a quiet, perfect echo of the magic in the poem. Thank you!

          • Hi Adagio. I like the thought of an olive whispering to a pimento, but I think for now, I’m going to let Forest Pulse stand on its own. It was born from a vivid, complete dream vision, and I feel like the poem already captures all the magic that spoke to me in that moment. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment

    • Your words are so enticing and enchanting. This splays me into a midnight forest walk and feeling the breath of moonlight as tattoo. Exquisite.

    • I absolutely love the image of “feeling the breath of moonlight as a tattoo.” That’s such a striking, exquisite way to describe that feeling of deep connection. Thank you, Rob. I appreciate your thoughts.

    • Beautifully done, Romaj. Each line sings and comes to life through the images you describe.

      Favorite line
      Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,

      • Tim, ​Thank you! I’m really delighted to hear that the imagery resonated with you and made the forest feel alive.

        I especially appreciate you pointing out the line about the ferns. The emerald was so stunning and vivid in the dream, and it’s a huge relief to know I managed to capture that vision with words.

    • Beautifully penned, Roma. Excellent write my friend, with such colorful imagery. You know how to paint a picture with your words. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thanks for reading, Damian! I’m so glad the colorful imagery resonated with you. That feeling of the forest coming alive was exactly what I hoped to capture. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment

    • I love reading poems like this. Full of vivid color and storytelling. I’m a huge fan of anime. The good stuff.
      I love how it plays with your mind and brings dream alive. Truly enjoyed the read:)

      • Hi Adelphina. Thank you so much! I really appreciate you saying that. Since the poem actually came from a dream, I was trying to capture that feeling of a vivid, hyper-real vision. I can absolutely see the connection to anime. It has that ability to make color and dreams feel so alive! I’m glad you enjoyed the read.

    • Such marvelous detail in your wording & delivery. Nicely said.

      • I’m so glad you enjoyed the wording…that means a lot. Thanks for reading and sharing your feedback!

  • Inbetween

    Sleep is death.Waking, birth.Each night ends meeach dawn delivers a reborn unfinished body.But reborn into what?light?silence?or the same shitscraped with memory?At night when darkness leans inI do not pray.I bargain thatbefore my daily rebirththe monsters will crawl backto the...

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    • “before my daily rebirth” I dug that line because the rest we get (sometimes) refreshes us, although for some more than others, it’s likely the last time. It reminds me that I have to be thankful for every day I get and try to make the best of it.
      Nicely done.

    • I turned 78 today, so I hear you loud and clear. Each night, one wonders if dawn, or something else, or nothing at all will come. We get one of them, but not our choice.

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