That button is crazy cool, sometimes to abuse is to show attention or to neglect is to show attention. Tight one dude

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. One must master the secrets of the Love Button.. Appreciate you.

Damian

You just nailed it .. Poetry that is .. not her you know what sir .. 😎👍

Thank you, my friend.

Despite my blush, I loved this! It’s a delicate balance, that.

Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍

Powerful work.

Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

”Stillborn inside a think tank”

That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistry

Much respect always

Naaj

Chère C.,
What a beautiful write!
Love it that you wrote it.
Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
But I can’t.
I’ll read it again tomorrow.
Until then….

Kind regards, Gus

“Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.

I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.

Curt

We love seeing you write of love, yes dark love is great love. Tight

Passionately penned, Brenda. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
Really interesting write, Crims. Very much so.

Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.

sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?

Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.

Curt

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you so much 🙏🏻💕

SHIT!! FUCK!! It’s hard to know what to say. I wish I had the words, but anger gets in the way.

The only thing I can think is: Drieks, you know that you are a human being, a woman, and nothing he says is true. You know this right? Deep down inside you, you know, and believe, not just the words but the reality of being, of being you, whole, wonderful, and worth being alive.

This poem will stay with me for a long time
Curt

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent write my friend, thank you for sharing your truth. Appreciate you.

Damian

The title says it all till death.
It sounds romantic in wedding vows. It clarifies your commitment to each other but sometimes things change.
Not for the better. This write is a clear example of how it can manifest into a nightmare except it’s real.
This is a great scene to build on. In the back of my mind I was hoping she would find the mace!

That was very difficult to read, my friend. I am so glad you wrote this years ago. I am certain you are no longer in that situation nor any other like it. You are too, too strong now to ever again allow that.
There is so much power in your writing, Drieks. I’ve been listening to your work and re-reading the words and constantly amazed; I keep turning other people on to you. Keep up the good work; you are one of our best — and I do not mean just here. I mean anywhere, everywhere.