This is beautiful. “They’re moaning, they’re mourning, they’re masked in delight
a language of longing that lives in the night.” Great lines

Beautifully penned, PAR. Simply amazing write my friend, you always bringing fire. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautifully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! You bring fire every time you write my friend. Always enjoy reading your work. I put up our SpotLight interview, just letting you know. Appreciate you.

Damian

Aww, someone remembered, didn’t they? I love this.

Thank you my dearest Adira! I keep on trying my best evrytime.

hello dearest Par this is very deep and must have been hard for you to face great write 💕

Wow, PAR! This is really good. I have to say I’ve never seen anyone self-analyze so meticulously as you’ve accomplished here in this series of pieces. For me, the word ‘violent’ in your poem may be slightly overbearing and excessive under the circumstance of your more extensive description. Perhaps ‘forceful’ or ‘foreboding’ … though I do see the intent to create shock through contrast.

You’ve managed to describe something that I’ve never paused to ponder… the power of silent observation, allowing the ribbons to unravel themselves until the package lies fully open and exposed. There’s a self-loathing quality to your piece, but it’s far deeper than that. It emulates the respect and honor provided by a student to his teacher.

Exceptionally intellectual and yet warmly appreciative. Well done.

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! This is so profound with deep introspection my friend. Wow, you never fail to amaze me. Fucking magnificent write! Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello PAR. I took a few moments to sign back onto starsrite and read your poem. This is one magnificent journey. WOW! Your a true artist and a real, authentic person. Your gift of expression and writing never seems to fail. Well said and marvelously executed.