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    Girl with The Sad Eyes

    Hey girl.You’re about 21,your life has just begun.And still,your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.Maybe, you’ve gotten wise;or maybe you realizedthat you don’t know where you’re going.you’ve got two kids that you’re toting;Life is hard.You’re in school and working two...

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    • You always find yourself when you don’t realize it.
      23 sounded like a good year of life for you!

    • Beautifully penned, PG. Excellent write with a very powerful message. Writing is therapy I agree with you completely. No matter how creative I get with a poem or lyrics there is always a therapeutic quality even as simple as getting something off my chest. Very relatable piece lets me know I’m not alone in the world. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you Damian. I love that we can turn such pain into such beauty with the art of our choice.. there really is something poetic about it, ironically. Lol.

        Thanks for reading my friend. xx

    • PG

      When the darkness surrounds you and you think of the unthinkable remember this.
      You have to be alive to find peace.Death just brings death.
      Now you take care and keep writing.

      🙏💋🙏

    • This is powerful and the images and words are delicately constructed. Always move forward PG, never look back. Well written.

      • The pain I’ve endured has always been a stark reminder that I’m alive. I’m grateful for that.. always moving forward. Thank you, Vision. xx

    • Great piece. There’s also a hidden but great message in here. Yes, kick your kids out of the nest. But let them know if pressure builds, if the world becomes to much, the door opens both ways and they’re always welcome. So many people commit the acts that they do, endure the abuse that they do because they have no where’s to return to

    • Your muse has the answer of your being, so continue to let the words flow and live as you dream…but don’t any wooden nickels, are flying monkeys.

  • pax et amor

    Will we, the damaged, find respiteoutside the shards of sleep at night?Can we, the damaged, dribbling there,old and withered in our chair,find that peace that can’t be bought,for which we battled, which we fought? Or does the struggle never end,no...

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    • I’m not sure, but those who make it to old age tend to come to a calm acceptance. It is the end of the journey, and perhaps for some the battle. Yet, those who do make it that far should see it as a blessing. So many do not get that far.
      Life is half attitude, really. Find the good, even if small. It’s there.

    • Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I concur with Mark, getting older there is a calm acceptance that takes place. For me it was recognizing my mortality, and realizing if I didn’t change my perspective I was going to die miserable or suddenly. Or worse yet, both. I can relate my friend but there is a blessing in figuring out that changing the lens helps a lot. We all go through this you’re definitely not alone. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Witches

    I come to youLike a ritualOn the same hour10 pmKnowing we share the same loveWitches chasing love for the moon.

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    winters drift

    A window holds its breathas the day thins to a pale wash.Frost gathers at the corners,soft as dust. Someone walks past,coat brushing the airand sending in a brief drift of coldthat sharpens a thoughtthe way cold sometimes does—clean, immediate,quietly sure...

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