hello beautiful Fia I’m glad I no longer get gazes I wrote a poem about that I’m waiting to post it…it’s titled invisible…I don’t feel old even though I’m fifty six and the world wants to tell me I’m old…no she is not old just no longer a teen… great write ❤️

This is a great write.
The reality is we all age. It’s not so bad.
But realizing that comes with wisdom and learning to embrace the life you’ve lived and where you are mentally.
I’m happy at 51. You couldn’t pay me to be in my thirties.
Hell no. Hahaha

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write that we can all relate to my friend. I’m happy where I am, don’t wanna go back in time. lol. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You have touched upon a very important topic with your beautiful and meaningful poem, dear Fià. Unfortunately, our Western society is obsessed with a cult of youth. In other cultures, by contrast, older people are more likely to be associated with wisdom and life experience. Fortunately, the ‘army’ of women who are not buying into this youth cult based on outward appearances is growing larger and larger. We only age in years, but we mature in terms of our life experience and our wisdom; our faces reflect the beauty of a life well-lived.
​Here’s to us older women!

My sister casually announces she’s fat from time to time and she’s smaller than me. Throws the brain when someone declares themselves to be in a deficit but they still have more than you. I find it funny that I’m actually more content with my aging than I was in my youth. Guess it’s what we take from the life we live. Good write, Fia

Damn girl this is edgy. Love it.

Hey Fia! Thanks chica!
I was in my feelzzz. Hahaha
Hey have a great day!

Take no prisoners!!! Forget fruits and veggies, bring me pizza and the finest wine!!! ha-ha-ha I’ll expose my kitty from the top of the white house and enjoy every second of it!!! You say stop, use caution? I say gun the motor and rip down the road….lol Grab the apples off the tree of life….I’ll eat every one….She’s ours lads and no one’s left to tell. ha-ha-ha.

hello beautiful Adelphina I can feel your fire here lovely lady…you are lovely no matter what light you’re bringing but this is really you ❤️

Is someone just a little fired up? Kinda crazy we are doing this while watching each other on facetime. LOL. I keep sneaking peeks at ya! I can’t think of anything to say, just things to do!
We are way too goofy. But I love it.
Anyway hotstuff, what a fuego write! I’m in a devouring mood!
April 29th!

(I have to tighten up the headboard before you get back. We are killing it! What!)

Hell yeah, girl! Get it! 🔥
❤️k

Powerfully penned, Adel. Excellent write with a lot of fire my friend. Amazing flow with a lyrical vibe, makes sense being you’re listening to music. I know I’m not alone now, I write while listening to music as well. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Talk about a cataclysmic write! I bet this was fun to capture! 🙌

Hi H!

I would love to see your closet, I’m intrigued now. Haha
And I have seen your brain!
It’s a beautiful brain- you are an awesome writer- don’t forget that!
You should have a little spice daily chica.
At least one little teaspoon a day, just like honey. It’s good for your soul. Trust me!
I’m so happy to see ya on my page sister!

Love ya and miss ya!

Vivid and sharp.

Love this one Lady it has teeth, tight

You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

Patience like a prayer,
thinking until my brain bruises.

This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

“But then they glance at me.
And those eyes cut through.
Like I’m part of it now.”

Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

Appreciate you!

ty

I echo your thoughts Damian. I mentioned to a friend the other day that everything is corrupt now – Companies…people in business…the government…car dealers…you name it. It’s like we’ve gotten to a point where scamming people is the norm now. Great write my friend.

Oh you know I’m over here furiously nodding and grabbing logs for the fire. I have come to the place of having to mute and cover the face of the colostomy bag. It’s not worth the heart palpitations and anger rising. I refuse to allow my health to be further deteriorated by that overstuffed cheese puff. Another marshmallow, my friend? I’m adding wood to the fire!

Oohh!
This just keeps building and the last line nailed it amigo.
Great write!

wowee this is menacing I can feel your heat and displeasure ❤️

Damian love your writes vuz. Always a deep thinking

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it does, and it’s not pretty to watch. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Opposites and Gravitational Longing… Lemon tea, my friend, lemon tea!

Your wording and poem is superb. Great piece for the deep thinker.

This was not only powerful but very relatable because many of us are feeling the frustration, watching the corruption take place. But you’re right, it won’t end nice and then more of the atrocities will unfold.
Thank you for sharing. Great work.

A force of feeling.
Great write.
Regards
James

Damian your storm unveils the false prophet whose lies we can see for what they are through poets like you who are the conscience of our nation. Fine scribing my friend. You really showed the beast for what he truly is. Appreciate you.

John