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Read MoreMy blood has no tasteUnless served on a steel plate Sharp enough to chisel fine wordsThat bring primal color to this dinner Paper on a platterI consume to later vomitAcids merged with indigestible flavors Sick poems no one desiresThese cravings...
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Powerfully penned, thoughtsdie. Amazing write with lots of layers my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreA Love Beyond Words Love feels too small a wordTo hold what I feel for youIn these passing days of life. I miss you more thanThis body can ever express,More than words can ever carry. My days drift through duties—Thoughts of my...
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Read MoreHere is your writing shaped into a more fluid, reflective prose while preserving your thoughts and meaning: --- Life is a journey.We do not truly know why we are born. We begin by living within the boundaries of our parents’ world,...
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room
There was a Man, in The Room,
I could have sworn It,
A Man, in the Room,
I might have borne It,
Or was It just a Boy,
Some worn, discarded Toy,
A shattered,…Read More![]()
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Girl *
As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More![]()
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Quite often even the dark and distasteful thoughts must be laid bear. Maybe we’re under the impression no one cares, but people do relate. This is dark and disturbing. But life is too sometimes.