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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hell
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
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Curly Grace wrote a new post
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Read MoreI am not everyone’s cup of tea and I swirl like smoke anyway. Bitter. Sweet. Thick. Thin. Honey sticky on the tongue,Milk warm on the lips. Steeped too long, spilled too fast,Loud in the mouth,Soft in the throat. Too much. Not enough. I do not bend for you.I bloom in my own cup Sipped slow, burning, pleasure and sting, Exactly as I am.
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You sound delicious..!! Love that poem!
Can I get a refill?? ☺️
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Shadow Haunting
don’t look at her
she’s not at her best just now
it isn’t the disheveled hair
or the worn out sweats she’s wearing
but if you study her appearance
you’ll see the struggle in her bearingin the way her eyes slide sideways
a magnetic repulsion effect
slipping away from any chance meeting
guarded…
there’s no safety…Read More2 Comments-
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True enough, sometimes you just want to melt into the woodwork, disappear into the shadows, hide from the world or, perhaps someone particular. Someone who has hurt you. Then too, often it’s the opposite. The need to be seen, to be acknowledged as a human being. Not as an object or in a negative way, but seen for who you truely are, whole,…Read More
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It’s such a dichotomy….needing to be seen but wanting to disappear. At times it’s simultaneous. We are such complicated creatures. Thank you, Curt
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Read More"What the hell," I cried out as I fell to the ground on my back.Peter ran to me and tried to help me stand up, "How did he throw you to the ground so fast?" He asked."Well thank you...
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Just a Flesh Wound
just walk it off
how bad can it be?
if they have to ask…
they really don’t get it - Load More Posts
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