• Bloody Phones

    I hold the phone look at the screenAnd wonder wheremy mind has been.

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  • a little less a little more

    I'd prefer if she loved me a little less and lusted me a little more. Love is comforting and steady; lust raw and immediate,all fire and urgency .I don’t want only her devotion; I want her need, the hunger...

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  • 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.

  • Donald Trump

    Look, folks, nobody knows hyperbole better than me—believe me. People are always telling me, “Sir, you’re the greatest ever. In history. Maybe ever.” And it’s true! I know words, I have the best words. Some people might even say...

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    • Oh, it is all so true! In some universe somewhere inside his head, maybe. I think the people in there will deal with him in a very harsh way. Can’t you see the signs? He is slipping away — just not fast enough.

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    Backdeckbenny (Peter) wrote a new post

    for you, whoever you are.

    She writes with a brutal hand,(there is no other way for the brutalized)truth sharpened to a stiletto pointher words crack skin,steal breath,open woundsand longing.Pages grow lustfully,ink turns to flesh,moans echo in strange tongues,and men stiffen in far-off rooms,their borders...

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    • hello dearest Benny beautifully written honesty ❤️

    • This is a great “tribute” write. Accurate with its visuals that it creates
      Well written.

    • Thank you Crimsin and Styxian.

    • Aptly written, my friend. The poem sitting on the right somehow makes it perfect and even more poignant.

      Clay

    • Hoi hoi
      Lured into this write by the artwork
      The artwork is nice, but it’s the write that tells it all.
      Lovely!
      Kind regards, Gus

    • The formatting of your poem gave me an “aha” moment. Now you’ve spoiled me for the left side of the page! Very impressionable lines throughout, like “a storm of naked syllables”. How I wish I had thought of that one. Do you prefer “Benny” or “Peter”? Let me know!

    • Well said. I probably know of which women you speak about. All here are valuable in some way.

    • Do I scare you? Lol. We are all damaged in some way. Some of us try to heal and those efforts may damage others. Everything pours out of me and I write it down. Most if it is “brutal” which is how I described my writing around 2000. Now I use “gritty”. You can empathize or just be thankful for the life you have. Most memories or thoughts can be put down to share.

      • No….you don’t scare me and I appreciate your comment and the honesty in your writing.
        Brutal or gritty has to be written as such.How else can the pain you have endured be conveyed?
        That said, I can only imagine your life….you have lived it
        💋

    • Excellent piece. I’ve read this poem twice and I can feel your passion & respect for her. Well said.

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