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      A Great Divide

      So much pain sent within a shockwave Voices turn silent when riddled with fear Wearing a face that only appears brave Underneath it stirs a torment more severe   Out in the ether the air has grown dense Seems the grass is dead on the...

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      • Im reminded of the old adage…if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Goes right back to your other poem…gotta read the fine print. Believe the lies, trust the cardboard cut out caricature, you get what you deserve. Hitting nails on the head with a jack-hammer, as usual, my friend

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true, all the old adages and wives tales are quite accurate. You know me. lol. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • hello dearest Damian karma always has her way well said I am depressed it feels heavy this poem great write 💕

      • “Been swindled under some false pretense”, def felt that line.
        Nice penned my friend.

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite lines as well. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • “grass is dead on the other side”. The older I get the more I feel that. Great ink.

        • I was just about to quote that as well. So powerful!

          • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Drieks. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite lines as well. Appreciate you.

            Damian

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s one of my favorite lines as well. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Damian, I read and reread your poem. Took me into the heart of chasing rainbows and the stark reality that often is at the other side. Superbly crafted poem.

        John

      • That hits with a quiet force—like courage stitched from trembling threads. The contrast between silence and the mask of bravery unveils a moment of deep vulnerability, almost like a portrait of someone holding themselves together just enough to get by. It carries the weight of all the things left unsaid when fear takes the reins.

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Wow, you are so spot on with your commentary. Nice job catching all that, brother. I know I can jam a lot of things into a write. lol. Appreciate you.

          Damian

    • Three lines of coke.

      Ageing body wrinkles hidden sweet meataching to be touched 

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      Wax-Like

      Vulnerable... My wax-like existence  in the presence of your flame makes my eyes drip with tears.   This constant bleeding of my soul... This neverending torment... My waxy soul will sometimes  avoid the world's flame,   and my running tears will dry. And my wax figure will be silent... tears dried...

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      • I think that open vulnerability is a great strength, in a similar vein to how admitting ignorance is actually a sign of great intelligence. It’s easy to melt when you feel more than most…,most people wish they could burn like you.

      • Powerfully penned, Daniel. Another incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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      Fia Naturie wrote a new post

      Lost in Flame (collab with Darrow on DUP)

      I am lost in the flame, all burnt up. With a fire lit beneath my palm, And at the fingertips, I aim true to twist and turn my delight, Upside down, lost in her beckoning sight It’s her hot-lipped fire I see all around   Yet...

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    • Sex is a Dance

      She turns her naked back to me.She is not rejecting me.She is inviting me in.She knows it.I know it.We begin the dance.Horizontally, but a dance nonetheless.My fingers stroke her skin and rummage through her tussled hair.They shift to her...

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