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    good bye for now

    my secrets come to lifeI've been hiding in my scarsmy verses haunt and I can't talkto face my feelings is too muchaching hurt I lost my sonit rests in my thoughtsthen the sadness taints all I touchsorrow a part...

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    • This life is not all there is. There was before. There shall be after. The play called life goes on my friend 🌼

      • hello dearest Joe you’re right of course he is likely reviewing this life and deciding on the next one I just hope to see him again I will miss him thank you for the love 💕

        • Its said, when you see someone in your dreams, they’ve been thinking about you. No matter the life, we are connected.

          • I believe that too dearest Joe and have seen it even with the poets we are close to as we often write on similar wavelengths I think we all carry the pain and joy of the world with us on our bodies and in our souls… it’s best to be kind to be people and be kind to ourselves thank you Joe for being you 💕

    • Hugs*** Brenda, may sorrow not be a part of you forever. I’m sure many care enough not to let your keep your head low forever, that including me as I read every poem you have written and know what a strong spirit you possess. With the angels now, he will be guiding you and your pen whenever you spill your heart over the page about whatever it is. Writing keeps both you and me alive, remember.

      Daniel

      • good afternoon dearest Daniel thank you hugs you back I will continue to write I just took a break I deeply appreciate the love here thank you 💕

    • My heart is full for you Brenda …
      I wish you all peace
      ❤️💕❤️

      • you know he was sick for a long time but he was such a fighter we were all kind of surprised me and him had a chance to get closer and for that I am grateful he was the kind of person who wanted to greet the world there was no keeping him… I deeply appreciate the love here thank you 💕

    • He will remain connected to you by that cord. You won’t see him, but you’ll always feel him. Grief needs its moment & nobody can tell us when it’s time to move on. You simply know. Brenda, this is beautiful ❤️

      • hello beautiful Willow I can hear him and so can my grandaughter he was a father I think always grieve him but I will remember the good of him and am hopeful I will see him when my time comes thank you for being here 💕

    • Beautifully penned, Brenda. I’m sure he’s watching over you my friend, his spirt is always with you. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • hello dearest Damian he is I think he’s asking what am I doing…I need to be kinder to myself… I’m making a positive move though I’m moving back to my home town to be with my kids they are grownups now but still need me we as a family drifted apart in a way I won’t let that happen again thank you for your steadfast support it’s deeply felt 💕

    • Write as much as you need. I know for me writing is the only way to get it out. Best to not let it build up.

      I’m sure he’s watching over you, friend.

      • hello dearest Nick I’m sure he will come out in my writing for a long time I was trying not to write afraid of my feelings but I know I need to write it is a part of me thank you for being here 💕

    • hello beautiful Mary thank you I will I’m having a hard time writing at the moment but I’m sure it will pass waves of sadness overcome me I deeply appreciate you being here 💕

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    Suspect Logic

    Looking back not so long agoOn the outskirts of losing controlGuilt is a cancer moving slowWhile fear bleeds a fractured soul When did it all go off the rails?That first hint of random changeRevealing a devil in the detailsSuspect logic...

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    • Oof…i felt this one like a fist in the gut. Guilt truly is like cancer…eats you up. And fear will wear you down. And they tag team far too well. The amazing thing about your late night musing is that it’s not directed. You let it take the wheel…& where it takes the reader is anyone’s guess. But we’re all buckled in for a fantastic ride, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. They are a powerful tag team for sure. I try not to alter lines, other than maybe shaving a word here and there for better flow. But for the most part I don’t have a preconceived notion of what I’m writing about. That’s only on poetry though, proses I usually have an idea of what story I’m telling. The tangents I go on are improvised though. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Guilt provokes necrosis of the soul…
      Great piece Damian. ⚘️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Jade. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice line, that works for me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I’ve been living with guilt for 30 years … I know

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Sam. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Then you definitely understand, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damian, I gave up living with guilt long ago. I surrendered it, to a force much greater than I.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I too have surrendered a lot of mine as well, to a greater force as well. Except for a very deep and complicated guilt over a situation, and it’s a work in progress at the moment. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Life is a ride with different turns. Great ink

    • Guilt sucks. Practice in becoming a sociopath. It will erase all those guilty feelings. Great write Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it might, but I don’t know if I’d like myself anymore. Although if I was a sociopath I probably wouldn’t care, would I? No, it’s a hard no. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Menticide

    I Indiana Jones’d my depression withfake smiles and aggression. No spores of joy in sight to teach me counter lessons. To hell with the common. I lost interest to follow the herd,please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon. Nothing to...

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    • Powerfully penned, Drieks. This is a deep and profound piece my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • G’morning, Drieks 🌤️

      What a creative title, and that photo choice (with your pen name attractively laid) is sheer eye candy, perfectly setting the ambient mood for what’s to come.

      “To hell with the common.
      I lost interest to follow the herd,
      please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon.”

      Sometimes, nothing much appears to be what it seems … so, why not throw caution to the wind, live it wild ‘n free, the way so many would love to be!

      I truly admire your creative metaphors – with their vibrantly-vivid, emotive impact, and what conscientious poetess or poet could help but admire your spot-on line-breaks, the way you’ve utilized soft and exact rhymes to set rhythm and hold the reader’s interest with fascinating imagery throughout … obviously, NOT your first poetic rodeo.

      How relatably beautiful your pen’s voice speaks to the captive mind’s-eye, Drieks.
      Wondrously shared, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Richard🖌️

      • Hello Richard,

        Thank you so much for your beautifully worded response to my poem.
        It truly brings warmth to my heart.

        I hope to be just as talented in using the English language as you are one day!

        Again, thank you Richard.

        • Aw! 🤩

          Hi, Drieks,
          You’re so very welcome … it is my pleasure to read you, and I happen to seriously admire your own unique English turns-of-phrase.

          Hugs! ⁓ Richard🖌

    • The metaphor of “Indiana Jones-ing” through depression is brilliant, painting the struggle as a reckless adventure where survival is uncertain. The imagery of webs, eight-legged freaks, and sanity creaking creates a vivid sense of entrapment of a mind pushed to its limits. What stands out the most is the refusal to conform, the rejection of the common, the questioning of perfection. It’s a voice screaming against expectation, demanding to be understood rather than advised.

      • Thank you Paulo, for shining your light on this piece.
        You summarized it perfectly.
        Depression is a never ending adventure no one signed up for.

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    The Ghost of My Father

    That ghost in the corner, always alone in the corner, quiet with a thousand yard stare  into nothing but the television.    A television playing old, grainy films of which all the actors and actresses themselves are now ghosts as well. Only rarely did this ghost...

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    • I had a similar experience with my father.
      It’s took me decades to understand his silence
      But like you somewhere down the line I found a pen that allowed me to write and I never looked back.
      Years later after so much need that went unanswered I finally made peace with his silence. He loved his family, he just wasn’t vocal for for whatever reasons. On my wedding day he did speak a loving dedication to my wife and I. I carry that in my heart.
      He was a fine father now gone 26 years. I think of him everyday and when I need guidance I find him on my shoulder with silent wisdom.

      I wish you godspeed, if he’s alive there’s perhaps still time Daniel

      No Judgments

      BIG LIKE your write ✍

    • Daniel, this both beautiful and sad. I’m so sorry your father felt like a ghost to you. For me, it was my mother who dropped the ball at motherhood. She pushed my father away from us children. He was a good man, but she wouldn’t allow me to get to know him.
      Think about this, bad things happen sometimes to push us forward, to make us stretch and grow. I believe you have, Daniel.

    • Writing is the best thing I’ve ever done. I will surely keep doing me as it is more powerful than any medication.

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