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    Fall-Back Position

    it's not a lack of words it's an over-abundance of them like a scream that never ends constantly shrieking in my head and I don't know how to channel... what refuses to be contained   I want to write.... wish I could speak... but the only thing silent... seems...

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    • I hope I get to see this bonfire because she came back with a burner. Your words are powerful, very nice piece

      • The bonfire is open to all. Damian and I are flaming marshmallow fiends though, so bring extras. 😂 I’m conserving my strength. When the muse decides she’s ready, it will likely be a firestorm of stuff. Thank you, Fia

    • Holding our words always backfires. Anger has so much power. It can be overwhelming.
      I totally get this write.

      • I wish I was choosing to hold back my words. They’re refusing to come. But when they’re ready, they’ll start brewing. For now…I’m using my anger to keep the fire inside going. Thank you

    • For some reason, I picture us sitting around that fire singing We Will Rock You by Queen. No Kumbaya or Row Row Row Your Boat. Kick it up with some fierce fight songs,I say. I’ll grab Wet Ones for the gooey fingers we’re bound to get from the marshmallows. Thank you, my friend

    • When they’re ready, they’ll come. I’m just biding my time and building energy…for now. Thank you

    • I actually have a number of creative outlets, though painting has proven to not be among my talents. But when the muse stops speaking, they all go dormant at once. It will come in its time. If you’re saying I should stop writing, that’s not likely to happen. 😂 Thank you

      • Why would I suggest you stop writing? I am all about encouraging others to write as much as they can. We all have a dry spell at times. So I was simply saying find an outlet that continues your creative sparks, if you feel like it of course.
        Writing is in our blood. There is no stopping.

        • I was joking. I didn’t think you were telling me to stop writing. You once gave me an earful on DU for deactivating – because you said I was too good a writer to quit. I do get a fair amount of “oh just be quiet” in my real world though. Decades later I’m still ignoring them. 😂 Thank you

          • I will try to make this brief. Ha! Me? LOL
            Creative writing was my salvation through so many periods in my life. I still do have a glitch when I speak sometimes. But as the years went by, creative writing became my avenue. My confidence soared from that. Writing is our cape!
            And yes, you are a good writer, Willow. You have a maturity that solidifies your place in writing. I admire you for your results.

    • YES!!! Not only is Willow back, she comes with FIRE!!! Isn’t that usually the case with real poets, there are too many words, too much emotion and we cannot hold them back even if we try. They demand to be spoken, written on parchment, sung to the universe. These words are like lava, burning as they go, scorching the earth with an anger born of seeing, feeling, too much pain. Or at times seeing and feeling a shared connection with a fellow traveler while holding hands. And, we take these too many words and shape our world, influence those around us and make the world colorful.

      Speak Willow, Speak!!!
      -Curt

      • I’ve been silent for more than a month. Words spin but won’t release. This was one of the last 2 poems I wrote before silence descended. I’m looking forward to the cork finally blowing out of the bottle. I imagine it will be one helluva blast. 😂 Thank you, Curt

    • That storm in your skull feels real—too many words clawing for daylight while you’re just trying to breathe.
      But I like the stubborn fire in you, using the anger as fuel instead of letting it burn the whole house down.

      • I figure if I burn the house down, where will I rest my bones? Feast or famine, isn’t it? Cacophony of words…or silence. I’ll get my fire built back up enough to sear the page again. Thank you, Thomas

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    sick

    melancholy knows me wellin my sacred halls bluethe walls of my sanctuary scribed with poetrywith enough honesty to make the angels weepsadness, is my grief understoodmy worry, is my differences, with what I observenatural selection is cruela place where...

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    • That is so true we do have to fight for what we believe in. Very good piece here.

      • hello lovely Fia good evening thank you graciously we do sometimes I feel tired of the fight thank you for the encouragment ❤️

    • Observing everything right now is like an emotional overload.
      So much heartbreak worldwide.
      Sometimes fighting gets exhausting but our morals don’t let us rest.
      Writing is a sanctuary even in the most unstable of times:)
      Great write chica.

      • hello beautiful Adelphina thank you for understanding I told chaptgpt I carry the weight of the world on me and in on me it manifests as physical exhaustion from worry inside deep depression about the current events ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write with an honest message my friend. I relate to this one as I’m sure many others do as well. Sometimes being a writer (observer) is very exhausting indeed. I always find comfort in knowing because of this community and my fellow brothers and sisters of the pen, I’m never truly alone, and neither are you my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    denial

    a derelict daredevil, deflectinfamy of wordless faith he genuflect on his denialsordid truth he was a cruel beingbut the ladies look on and keenhis arrogance shine as a thousand starswith a wink in his eyes, wicked thoughts were delivereddeep...

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    succubus with the talented Atticus Abby

    the darkest of the dark rest notignoring the lull of oblivionpulsing a low humlike a hammer on the doorbehind the veil of darknessstill countingthe monster crept in reveaing its facesa woman beautiful but deadlyso strong in power even I...

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