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Read MoreI salvaged the happiest photo todayIt lays crippled at best insideA promising vision If you’d like to see then…My skull only needs to be cracked open! How despicable it is To frame miseryEncase these torturous momentsDetain it to eyes of...
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Wow l can feel the darkness here. Great write
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Read Moredarkened understanding talk to meinside my solemn skygrey as slate and cold toothe blue of the moment shine throughbeside myself with griefmy soul seek to hidedeep within the crevices of midnightnothing to shine no mirrors to glarewith great trepidation,...
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This was beautiful, deep, and sad. An excellent read. Anyone who has experienced these feelings, knows these words too well. Thank you for sharing.
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hello dearest Brandon good afternoon thank you graciously I usually don’t like to share these it touched my heart you found beauty even here❤️
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hello dearest Damian depression is that heavy feeling I really don’t like to write about it but sometimes it’s just there thank you my friend for bearing with me ❤️
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Dark Honey
Your desire
is slow and thick,dark honey
dripping
from every glance.You
trace
my spine
with deliberate sweetness,each touch a question,
and a claim.I melt into you,
into the warmth
you draw out of me,
drop
by
drop.![]()
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Day 8 of Poetry month and here is a poem dripping with sweet honey!! Way cool Curly Grace. -Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats
April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.He does not speak.
He never…Read More - Load More Posts
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Lots of darkness in this. It seems like an expression of an unhappiness that can’t even be found in dreams or fantasies leading to an ultimate end. Life is always a series of hills and valleys.