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Read MoreHeld as grenade coloured fingerprints from a love crime scene, Darling, Night Arrived without you Turning memory until wrist snapped, one man solved the cube in three seconds but for others, decades play dice with never-ending seasons Red was the seductive flame of her dress kindle...
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you do know me crim. lol. i’m also great friends with poetspeak & styxian.
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Raw and unforgettable, this poem is an unfiltered outpouring of a messy, deeply-felt heartbreak.
Grief, love, and memory twist together like the cube itself, and the striking imagery -from the “petrol pirouette” to the painful truth that “yellow bleeding into orange doesn’t always promise a sunset” perfectly captures that internal chaos.
The frustration of the Rubik’s Cube beautifully reflects the struggle to reconcile a beautiful memory with the painful reality of loss and betrayal.
I love it. It’s brilliant and beautifully written.
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Wow RomaJ ,you have a job as the editor of my never to be published poetry collection. Not that I have any desire to be published. It’s enough to know my words have touched the soul of one across the Atlantic. It was a task to compress my train-crash love life into one poem. Diolch.
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Dein Gedicht gefällt mir sehr gut, lieber Daniel! I like the use of opposites and your beautiful imagery. And I absolutely agree with your last line. Very well penned!
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Read MoreDear psychosis, your unending season is now the winter of MY discontent! Lowly your voice howls within the wintry confines of my mind. Thickly your veil covers my eyes and I feel a coexistence between Hell, and peace. But what is reality? The once-lived serenity of...
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Read MoreBizarre delusions painted upon my life’s canvas. Psychosis dripping with striking dreaminess. Amidst wispy clouds loom romantic castles. A bodiless poet with fleshly hands scribing wild, surrealistic thoughts. Brushing hallucinations within a utopian mind.
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Read MoreThat bubble of a moon isplaying peek-a-boo behindthe wispy night sky.Confirming to meeveryone's lunacy.Words stick to theroof of my mouthlike peanut butter.It could have beena better world,I should have been abetter man.January snowflakesare like guilt falling fromthe sky.little frozen...
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Looking back aint always easy or advisable .. even under the best circumstances .. But hey, I’ve got a thing about sushi so who cares .. what matters most is I checked in here and was not disappointed .. Nice one T .. N 😎👍
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Thank you, my friend.
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Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, my friend.
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We’ve all got some guilt stuffed somewhere in our suitcase. I’ve got plenty of it on my sleeve. I just cover it up best I can and wear a good jacket those guilt flakes can slide off.
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Thanks, Tim. I appreciate it.
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I was caught by the title, I love the word “raw” and one of my poems are titled “raw”. Your title is powerful… and in your short poem You expressed the numbness, the despair, the coldness that lives within boldly. One of the toughest lessons humans must learn, that we are enough as we are.
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Thank you.
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you are a master writer so full of passion makes me long to know you ❤️