• Reach out

    There are things I wanted to show
    There are things I could not let go
    When my light is finally out
    I’m in the shadow

    Reach out , reach out
    You’re in my heart
    Reach out
    Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
    Reach out
    I will always be there for you….

    I’m here for you
    You’re never alone, its true
    Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

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    • I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.

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    Reach Out

    There are things I wanted to showThere are things I could not let goWhen my light is finally outI’m in the shadow   Reach out , reach out You’re in my heart Reach out Whenever you feel  you’re falling apart Reach out I will always be...

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    at my behest

    speaking in metaphor I impore youlust coveted cannot ignitewhat already smolders under the surfacedecadent grim to behold your likeness but not to touchsinister need, to reach indeep into your soulshadows cower and the moon grows boldwith looks of seduction,...

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    • Initially I get the feeling of a horror movie, as though Vincent Price were inviting us into his own darkness. By the end though it feels more hellish. More sinister, and more serious. This is a dark one Crimsin.

      • hello dearest Tim I know this is foreboding really I don’t know where the words come from I don’t stifle them or I get blocked thank you for commenting on the darkened offering ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. An excellent write with many layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • I haven’t read something that made me feel, “Wow, I feel EXACTLY like this to someone right now, nothing good could come of it, I don’t understand why I’d even draw them to me, I’ve nothing to offer, just darkness, and they’re made of light, so I’d blot them out.” This was like reading the words of my own heart, like, why, my friend, when you’re so, sooo high above me in every way would you ever want to drown in my bipolar type ii complex PTSD pit of despair! Don’t want me out of pity, you’ll regret it, and how will you ever find the Mr. Right you so deserve when you’re spending all your time and energy on the Mr. Wrong that I am?? Oh, gosh, did this ever hit me right in my chest… an amazing write, Crimsin. I feel like you snuck up to my metaphorical house and peeked in the window and saw EVERYTHING that is going on!! Crazy, but in the best sort of way!!!

      • hello dearest poet it’s funny the things I write about this I feel I’m bi polar and dark as well…I don’t know why anyone would be drawn to me it is heavy of feeling around me and I feel things deeply…I hope it works out with your interest…thank you graciously for reading me and sharing with me ❤️

        • It was definitely my gain, it made me feel understood when since I’ve been back in Canada from Polska, and before that Ukrayina, I’ve felt the very antithesis of understood. I would never wish ill (of course!!) on anyone, but if it is any consolation, your pain became my gain. My friend and I wrote a joint-poem considering things back and forth and forth and back. I’m meeting her in Halifax on Friday for a week, so I guess maybe we’ll see or maybe it will go back to this ball of confusion by the 24th again. Thank you for you good wishes for me, for us. I’m glad you don’t mind me spilling me guts on your poem, but it just engaged me emotionally SO much my filter and and any shyness just melted clean away off of me, you know? I’m so glad you commented on my poem today, and accepted my friend’s request, too. Yesterday and tomorrow are anniversaries most grim, but you made today a good day sandwiched between them, thank you, you are a gem to me.

  • April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

    April 11th arrives
    like a board game spilled across the floor,
    ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
    snakes coiled in patient spirals,
    waiting for the moment
    you think you understand the rules.

    It is a day of ascents and descents,
    of sudden rises
    and quiet collapses,
    of c…Read More

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    A Romantic if you let me ..

    I’m your romantic If you’ll let meSpring DayParkLove blooms 

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