• while mopping the floor

    It isn’t solitude that killsbut loneliness.Not the want of company,but the ache left by thosewho once knew your silenceswho once saw into your soul. You can stand in a room bursting with laughter and still feel no touch of being...

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    hurt

    honesty in deniallike how you love memy soul is attachedand I knows yours is tooaching epiphany, I am not all that is desiredquiet resolve, I won't let it burnjust a silent knowledge... it issecrets of the heart are written...

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    of shadow and shade

    my mortality before me I prepare an offeringcataloging and willingly admitting my sinheld tight to the dark artist of my soul, there is conflictwith aspirations to the light I am betwixt two worldsand I can't reconcilemy spirit is shaded...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Hoi Chère C.,

      If I may quote you:
      in my slumberous state I cause chaos

      Don’t we all?
      I embrace the thought in real life.
      There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

      So:
      in my slumberous state I cause chaos
      Is the cherry on the cake.
      Just my opinion.

      À lovely write!
      Kind regards, Gus

      • hello dearest Gus thank you I likef that line too…I cherish your thoughts you are always positibe and I appreciate that ❤️

    • Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

      Clay

    • There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

      While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

      Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

      Curt

      • hello dearest Curt good afternoon I get what you’re saying but my sin is more memories and reflection on days passed things I have done and regret I try to reconile them in me but they stilll make sad they are coming more ofteh these days and I’m not doing well it seems my soul is aware that my time grows short… I deeply appreciate your beautiful comment ❤️

  • Cause and Effect

    I died a little yesterday or felt a little deadBut today I'm feeling better It was only in my head.************************Yesterdaysomething in me pressed pause.A heavinessperhaps a tiny death,or maybe justthe absence of myself.I tried to move,but each gesturefelt laboured and opaque like...

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    desire

    desire in a moment as feelings growtiming ultimate in the darknessas your hand touches minedeeply intimate as fingers caress meelecticity lights my womanly phantomdesirous of you and you knowflesh flushes and my face blushesintensity in a glancestaring into your...

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    • Chère C.,
      What a beautiful write!
      Love it that you wrote it.
      Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
      I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
      But I can’t.
      I’ll read it again tomorrow.
      Until then….

      Kind regards, Gus

    • “Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.

      I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.

      Curt

      • hello dearest Kurt I’m happy that line spoke to your heart and I love what you took from this…it is a beautiful feelimg thank you graciously for such a lovely commen❤️t

    • We love seeing you write of love, yes dark love is great love. Tight

    • Passionately penned, Brenda. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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