Oooh, this one has a cozy, tingly feel to it. Can almost hear the soft murmur of voices & clinking of ice in the background. This one sings of intimacy, my friend

That atmosphere is peaceful with a bit of loneliness to it. Nice spill.

This feels of a good moment. Though too much of a good thing can lead to trouble. Damn those demons. Great ink.

Happy (early) birthday toast incoming! July 18 deserves a proper celebration—with Bourbon’s smoky charm and Vodka’s crisp fire clinking together in style. Here’s to bold beginnings, blurry stories, and the kind of laughter that lingers longer than the hangover.

Ahhh, Damian! 🥃

Nothin’s like sippin’ choice bourbon with a friend (on the rocks w/a splash-a bitters), sharing a tale or two with laughter in the air.

A feel good write that lifted an olde bard’s spirits ‘n brought a fond smile for moments past.
A lovely week ahead to ya, Syr Poet! ⁓ Rascal🖌

hello dearest Joe this is so beautiful I can envision this woman and atmosphere 💕

Thank you, Hj xoxo

hello beautiful Fia this is so passionate and painful I only hope it is fiction love can be cruel 💕

Powerfully penned, Fia. Simply amazing write my friend, you changed it up a little on this one. Excellent! Appreciate you.

Damian

Awww, Fia =(

How poignantly vivid your pen has laid its sorrows’ disappointments upon our hearts … so many times we’ve gone through such relatably plaintive ache, yet, your poetic emotion expresses it all so vividly, as though it could be any one of us experiencing your own moments of disquiet.

“Love is a demon’s creation.
It obscures and twists the mind,
That being in complete submergence is good.”

Oh, yes! Nothing’s like LOVE it when it’s good, when all is wine and roses; for, love shall seek not but for its own satisfaction. It will bend and twist you, and shine and dim upon you, while holding onto those within its grip. And, there is no single answer to the question of what love really is, but I have learned that when love is in control, there are no guarantees.

I so admire the smoothness and imagery with which you paint emotions, feeling, and thoughts upon the canvas our minds, hearts, and souls … the hallmarks of a true artist’s touch.

Swearing we’ll never fall in-love again, our needs are far too deep not to.
Beautiful work, Dear Poetess … thank you for sharing! ⁓ Richard🖌

Superb artwork choice:
(V2L1, add an apostrophe to Passion’s)

damn good write

I know this was written in time passed, but I believe you’re saying you move to the beat of a different drum. I feel you, because so do I.
Thank you for sharing this, Damian.

I like how things are pulled from Damian’s vault. This is good.

This one took me somewhere…the smell of sulfur & the rising burn of hell beneath the feet. All I can say is, they spread their propaganda but nothing’s stopping us from spreading truth. Who knows what could happen when enough voices shout it? Your vault must be a gold mine, my friend

You nailed it. Good writing.

The gospel truth.

Thank you, Damian.