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Average Joe wrote a new post
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It does feel confessional in the way that poets dream about life & love, with a tenderness and unabashed desire both calm & brave. It is what the artform exists for.
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I’m a romantic who believes the words of Cervantes
Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
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This poem feels like a quiet stream of thought turning into a river of longing. I love how it moves between vulnerability and hope–questions of love, time, and becoming a better self flow together with such tender honesty.
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Joe, amigo what a write!
It felt like wearing an old comfy shirt. I love that line. It’s so true. Personally when it comes to relationships I think comfortable is underrated. Yes, we want to be desired and have great chemistry, but comfort is real.
It also means you feel safe. So important for love
Beautifully written
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Visions_of_Insanity wrote a new post
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No one every really wins at war. It is just useless devastation and loss of lives.
This is an impressive portrait showing that.
And no one really survives. Even the survivors suffer so much mental and emotional loss.
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Powerfully penned, Keith. The casualties of war extend farther than those who gave their life, others are scarred physically and mentally for the rest of their existence. With Governments that discard them, after they’ve been broken by war. Sad but true my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) wrote a new post
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What an amazing and truthful piece. This word is fucked! Brilliance is written all over this piece. Great work my friend.
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Wow, what great metaphor in this.
The state of politics and the state of journalism.
And we fall for it all and go after the bait and get caught in the net of despair and anger.
Really strong writing…telling it like it is, reminds me of The Beats.
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Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, next level amazing. Appreciate you.
Damian
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‘The networks cast shiny bait, baits of likes, likes, promises.
And we, shoals of scattered attention, dance to the beat of their haste.Coherence? An extinct luxury, like fossils of ethics in digital museums.
Everything is fragment, everything is instant, in a feed that never returns.Time is no longer a line—it is a loop, an eternal scroll, without digestion.
Thinking has become an obsolete gesture, feeling, a notification.’Today’s essential thought, set within thinking out of the normal box – forever welcome. Focus on the might be will.. the other has had its day – perhaps?
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Visions_of_Insanity wrote a new post
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If they were Krispy Kreme, I might understand the urge. But wow, Vol, this is so upfront and in your face, I think it
simply broke the mirror.
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This is a hard hitting piece that tells more about the state of the relationship than about the outer appearance of this woman. If he looked at her with the eyes of love, everything about her from the messy hair to the stained dressing gown would appear beautiful to him. He would only see her inner beauty. But between the couple you describe there isn’t much love anymore.
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Well, Damn, the reiteration of Go look in the mirror is a banger. People generally do not see what they become until they are forced to. Keith very, very open write
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I am old school. Grew into a love of poetry because of my interaction with the Beat poets. Sexton, Plath, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, O’Hara and others.
This is confessional style poetry like Sexton, Plath, Levertov and others.
I really felt this one.
j.