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    look southward

    stir the spirit's mists then callit is callously you announce yourselftender of spirit I tune you outbreathing down my back thinking I won't bitecivility is for those civilhunted grace, I am guardedmortal grin then spityou're at war with yourself...

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    • Chère C.,
      A friend of mine wished me a blessed Friday.
      I’ve come to absorb your words, art work and waive half of her well wishes to you…

      Kind regards, Gus

    • On second thoughts:

      The compass points North.
      We call that orientation, but the orient is in the east.
      If I look west, there’s the North Sea
      So it’s only natural for me to look south, now and again. And again.

      I Love this…
      Your poem makes me wonder…
      Kind regards, Gus

    • Classy and scary. Such great craft from you. 🙂

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • thank you dearest Damian for showing me love on even my blackened offerings ❤️

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    trip

    daydreaming in kaleidoscope colors fragments of my desires and yearningwho knows where today will lead molly static, mary jane calmfloating away, wait, trip I'm not on that shitwith memories I look backdays seemed easier then perhaps because I escaped on a...

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    Old Sunlight

    Old Sunlight Time, it did, for sure stand    still there .. The mirrors well and truly cracked, with dead flowers laid upon the empty window sill there and tired old sunlight straining through torn net curtains while a single dust mote pirouettes    then dies there .. The same old photographs with...

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    legion

    fervently attempting to express myselfwith molatov cocktails metaphorsbuilding my ego, bringing down my soulmy voice rises like smoke and insanity comes out of medarkness talks and it looks like sunshinea warm dappled day lulling you into peacemy voices warn...

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    • The voice in our head, the legions that rule can take over if we’re not careful. I fight my own war when negative self-talk invades.

      • hello dearest Tim I am fortunate actually it took many miracles to get me to this age so many brushes with death…nature is beautiful to look at I guess I just have to remember my time will come no matter where I am and all I can do is do my best until then I am just feeling my mortality thank you my friend ❤️

    • Vivid and sharp. Fantastic work.

      • good morning dearest Thomas thank you graciously for the understanding and lovely comment ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

  • Was born with eyes wide open
    To be prepared for the truth
    Not wanting to offend
    What had happened on the roof

    Holding pasts in a box
    We crawl, we stand, then walk
    Rusty keys enter locks
    Speaking words before caught

    Streams of tears without sound
    Lover’s end, rings withdrawn
    heartbeat forever unbound
    Dawn shows you were a p…Read More

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    • Okay, Fia 👌 Thanks for your submission and participation. You’ve made a very good start, with the basic format of a Sonnet down pat … 3 Quatrains and a Rhyming Couplet, and your rhyme-scheme is spot-on. In particular, your topic is interesting, with emotion depth, strong metaphorical imagery, and captivating ambiance that sets the mood. With a b…Read More

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