Your poetry is infectious. There is no cure. Great!!!

A older poem from DUP. It was one of my favorites. I wrote it at a time when I was having a hard time, this one person was spreading rumors and was trying to convince people to not interact with me. Very high school shit haha. This poem made me feel like I had a way to fight back, even in a small way.

Thanks for the read, friend. Much appreciated.

I always have to say what’s on my mind for better or worse haha. Always wonderful to see you, friend.

First word and first reaction. Jesus.
I do not say that often, but you made me say it so many times that I may have to go to church. What a chapter.

Passionately penned, DK. You definitely know your way around adjectives my friend. Very descriptive indeed, the flashback with the events of the wedding, was a nice contrast to the festivities. Deep undertones my friend, incredible storytelling. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hell yeah. Publish this stuff Meg!!!

Wow. You nailed this one.

Ohhh, goodness-ME!

How can I adequately explain how fully I’ve enjoyed the foreplay, and every single succulently filling bit between Dan’s ‘n Meg’s actual consummation, and ummm-HMMM, what a magnificently sublime consummational array of endlessly various climaxes it was … WHEWWWEE!

Excuse me, please, Ma’am, while I turn up the oxygen supply!
Onward, UPward! ⁓ Rascal🖌

hello lovely Fia this is beautiful and so serene 💕

You are making my petals open from way over here. Just imagine my aroma as an arrangement on your table. You took the words right out of my mouth… LAY ME

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! A lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sounds very blissful. Nothing like a day of bliss. Great ink.

Enjoyed this.

A lovely, delicate piece. Well done Fia.

I really like this. Feels like classic poetry. Warm and nostalgic. Very nice, Fia

Naaj

Love the way you write Fia, enjoyed this read..

Everything fading until there are no colours left at all…..this is the truth.

No place like home. I wonder if the moon is recycling our souls. Sometimes everything looks correct painted in black. My complete & utter condolences. ~hugs~

I feel your loss in your words, and the picture is a good representation of how you feel.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. The words work well with the painting my friend. It does represent how you feel. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is absolutely fantastic, girl. Your painting is incredible too.

You paint this scene with vivid color.

This is a pondering thought. I think some find it hard to let go. There are those who feel locked in place without a key to release them from the suffering. Then those who are extremely happy all the time it is like an endorphin rush that they crave to reproduce.
Very good, thought-provoking piece.

Thanks Fia

Nobody is always happy…..they may appear so.
The best we can hope for is to be content with the ‘ way it is’.

so true dearest Benny I know I will be happy again different but happy 💕