Brought me a smile. I somehow remembered Animal Farm. This one is morbid and funny. They did you a favor. Hahaha

Plz can you send me their phone number. My neighbour is tearing my eardrums.

Cleverly penned, Keith. Sounds like this could have been an old school cartoon my friend. With more gore and violence of course. Appreciate you.

Damian

I always love to grab monsters by their uncovered feet from under the bed
Thats what I said.

I love the idea in this one! “)

Cleverly penned, Keith. A very powerful read my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you Damian.

deep feelings here dearest Nick powerful write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Nick. Another great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Honestly, I can relate. But I learned…much to my surprise…nothing is impossible or unattainable. Unless we never reach…

I don’t like suits, and no comment on the perverted part haha. I wrote this some years ago but I think it captured the moment well.

Thanks for the read, friend.

This is a beautiful write, in a sad way. But beautiful nonetheless. So much about love comes with such tragedy, and most of the time it’s self inflicted when we don’t deem ourselves worthy of something or in this case someone. Idk if I translated that correctly but this was deep. Thanks for sharing. xx
~P.G💋

Powerfully penned, Nick. Into the book it belongs! I can definitely relate my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’ve traveled down south a few times haha. I think we all need a little hope to get us through. And true beauty is how you treat yourself and others.

Thanks for the read, friend.

Keep moving forward my friend. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. Great poem.

It’s a lot to carry. I’ve only been in the support role for people struggling, my daughter for one. But I see how heavy it can get to keep up the mask & maintain a facade of functionality. You’re right, it changes people. Im glad you’re no longer that person, my friend

I think sometimes we get shackled by our passed. I was thinking about that while going through some of my old DUP post. It’s nice to see the creativity, but they were wrote from pain.

Great ink

The poems written from our pain, are probably my favorite. Not because they are from pain, but because something so raw, and so beautiful can come of it. This was a beautiful ode to your former self, and I’m proud of you, Damian. It’s not an easy feat, but you beat the odds and became a better version of yourself.
I wish you all the best for the future my friend.
xx

~P.G💋

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s an interesting story, sometimes anything can throw the switch, to obtain that moment of clarity. I still have like 4 beers in the fridge, that have set there for over two years. So I can relate, I keep meaning to throw them out, I just forget they are there sometimes. At first it was motivation to see them, and ignore the temptation. But I’m past that now. I’m glad you got to know your grandfather, the better version of himself. I’m a better version now as well. Thanks so much for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian