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Read MoreGood morning midnight, leave my dreams unopened in the ashtray I still feel like a thief Waiting for the moon to bleed Some nights simply swell the lungs inhale pairs of open legs and death’s apostrophe, fearful to exhale for desire can choke and the last comma is...
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At the risk of repetition, where the fuck have you come from? Those from DUP know the last few years have been terminally cruel. But there is no self-indulgence or self-pity from me. Congratulations, you are now a poetry citizen of my beloved Wales! No need for passports, just leave your neck exposed, so every welcome can be a love bite.
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Read MoreYou take me to a dream of nonsensical promisesOf rainbows and diamonds falling from the skyA kiss placed strategically on the browScreams of hidden thoughts and wants Why should we not indulge in a dreamAllow liberties and fanciful playOnce awakened...
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This is whimsical with beautiful wording throughout, Fia. Really nice work. 🙂
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Thank you, Tim;)) <3
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I felt instantly swept into a pure, sensuous dream. Every line is brimming with color, desire, and such a playful, intoxicating energy. It’s more than a cocktail; it’s a feast for the senses.
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Thank you, Romaj…It’s a feast for the senses…appreciate that;))
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I love the playful nature of this write my friend. Excellent! Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian;))
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Nice work Fia. You’re a wonderful poet!
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Thank you so much, Vision
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Read MorePlace my orphan heart inside the jewels of your oceanic dress every tide could just be bikini may the last Wednesday wave keep you wet forever Where were youwhen my spine was a crushed novellaawaiting the librarian delicate touchto place me on her bookshelf? How...
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Strangely brilliant.
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I’ll settle for strangely beautiful. Thank you Peter. In poetry and cyber kindness. Rob
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The tension between digital distance and primal yearning – between the “computer screen” and “bones falling out of pillows”
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Where the hell did you sail from? Let’s board a pirate ship and plunder & plunder, until there is nothing left but words hand-scratched on the Titanic.
Written since the womb really (apologies – that sounds so fucking pretentious) but as the decades tumble, if I can touch such beautiful souls then let that be my linguistic epitaph. Rob – never ever call me Bob. Lol
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Outstanding.
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Read MoreAwait the coming storm I will, Amid its bearing swells, I stand stoically still. I look up into the clouded heavens for prayer, little did I know there was evil in the air. Once more, staring into that gray, I shall never see the...
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Read MoreThese stars are black across the white sky. In happy madness - I stare up into the abyss. Inspired madmen are pure lunatics. I could not speak to this storm, so, it gently spoke to me. This blizzard will make you shiver, you will sense it creeping closer. I...
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Good morning, midnight. I felt the pulse of your poem in my chest, lungs swelling with fear and desire, words draping around me like sirens and streetlights. Each line carried me through a fevered promenade of longing, loss, and muted poetry. “The last comma is so close to coma” – that line stayed with me, a sharp, exquisite ache.
The collab <3
Ghosteen, It's always a pleasure to read your poetry.