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    sage

    diving my right I perfom a ritualceremonial and beautifullaying out my instrumentsa little sage, some fearther and some crystalscandles lit in reverencealso to make my intent knownsummoning the willing spiritsa soulful plea, deliver my messagedarkness smiles as the starshine...

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  • Cactus

    A cactus is prickly.Its blossoms are pretty.But is that all to it? Is the cactus friendly and kind?Or does it fight and always mind?They say cacti are not pleasent to touch. Due to sharp spines and sunset finds.They like to hold...

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    dark faith

    inside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...

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  • Inbetween

    Sleep is death.Waking, birth.Each night ends meeach dawn delivers a reborn unfinished body.But reborn into what?light?silence?or the same shitscraped with memory?At night when darkness leans inI do not pray.I bargain thatbefore my daily rebirththe monsters will crawl backto the...

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    • “before my daily rebirth” I dug that line because the rest we get (sometimes) refreshes us, although for some more than others, it’s likely the last time. It reminds me that I have to be thankful for every day I get and try to make the best of it.
      Nicely done.

    • I turned 78 today, so I hear you loud and clear. Each night, one wonders if dawn, or something else, or nothing at all will come. We get one of them, but not our choice.

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    alas

    subtle affection in common showndown deep a seed growweeping rebellion a hellion stirredreaching out through the eternal glarea lass fair and hair of fireemerald eyes and pale of skinlook over the centuriesseeking the passion of her belovedsilently she bide...

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    • Hello Crims!
      I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.

      • hello dearest Styxian good evening I’m happy the language of this write spoke to you it was how it presented itself the poem I mean thank you so much for letting me know ❤️

    • Hey crimson!

      The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
      It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
      I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.

      Love your stuff chica:)

    • hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️

    • Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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