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    pretty when I cry

    my sadness sufferswept understanding my tears formyour shadow loomsstoic resolve you don't need meoccult need I'm a groupie in your shadesorrow gleans information from your silencejilted passion longs for your touchbut I'm pretty when I cryyou covet my longingdesire...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Monroe, knew some secrets for sure. So many people that had ties to Kennedy got killed. Even Mafia bosses. Fantastic write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • someone once told me I was pretty when I cry and then I heard the song and thought of Marilyn thank you Mary 💕

    • it’s okay no worries Mary…it was a long time ago…💕

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    Share the love part 2

    It's been locked away for so longYou're asking me to allow you the keyTo push open the door that's so strongLetting you see what can never beDo you hear the thud, thud, thudDo you know what it could beDo...

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    A Setting Dawn

    Funny how I do feel like a pawn,before this now setting dawn.Each day over before it has begun,eclipsed by a forever waning sun. Just another creature of the night,sealed in tight within the write,treading water in all of this ink,struggling...

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    • Dear S.
      Oddly, this poem made me hopeful. I don’t even know why. Maybe this; I know you worked well and hard to make this poem and while you were doing it, you may have felt it relieve your sorrow and emptiness. Am I wrong? If I’m lucky, when I’m low and have the freedom to write, if I’m not put upon by some duty or demand and I find few words to write, it frees me a bit from my palatable discord. Is this it?
      Thanks for writing this.
      Jim

    • This poem gives me a feeling that the writer is tired but will continue their plight on putting words on the page. Nice;))

    • Powerfully penned, LDF. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Call of Skulls

    Call of Skulls I have been reading the obituaries, lately, morbid perhaps. I also walk through Pilgrim Cemetery, at night, the place where my father’s tomb is, the place where his father’s tomb is. My grandfather was a World War II Veteran, buried with the...

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    Dad, It's Snowing!

    solid white plains meet the horizon crystalized fine like powder   ice figures sculpted by free hand on every tree   wind swaying arctic breath flowing silently snowflakes dance   innocent eyes childhood ideas good memories nestled inside   from the window looking outward deep in thought weaving beauty   when a voice so familiar warms my soul with splendor   my son says.. Dad, it’s snowing!!     Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...

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    • Awww that is so sweet. Nice memory.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t always give a lot of tender moments in my writes. lol. Tell you the truth, they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t show my tender side often, this one was letting my guard down, big time. It was a special memory, in fact they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. That and I didn’t want to damage them mentally by not understanding why daddy drinks so much. I didn’t want to scar them. I brought tears to my own eyes now. Best choice I ever made. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Born in Minnesota so snow has a special place in my heart. Although I prefer to watch it through a window. When the kids get excited about it, it’s like magic is happening. My daughter is a huge winter fan. She talks about how she would beg to go out in snowfall & I would bundle her up to keep her warm. Made sense to me. She saw it differently…”Mom, I was bundled so snug I practically needed to be folded to get on my sled. I was a starfish!” This one brought back memories…& laughter, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I liked snow until I grew up, and had shit to do. It’s a love/hate deal. In your defense, it never hurts to be prepared in the elements. lol. Thanks for sharing a snow memory my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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