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    I Forgot.

    I usually don't. But this time, I did, and I still have the scars to prove it. She slammed the door and walked out of the house. By the time I ran to catch her, she pulled out of the...

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    • You forgot a birthday. Well, it looks like you made up for it. lol

    • Sam, I hope you’ve learned your lesson! Maybe invest in a calendar? Lol, God forbid you forget an anniversary. 😉 Great read, just enough to get the blood pumping.

      xx ~P.G💋

    • Hoi hoi
      Love this one a lot. Really good write.
      The corners of my mouth have a will of their own and keep on turning up.

      Did you ever considerate writing a song to the accompaniment of slamming doors?
      If you are not going to do it, I will.
      Well, honestly someone’s got to do it huh?

      I’ll be on the look out for your next.
      Kind regards, Gus

      • No I haven’t thought of writing that song… You are welcome to do it… I just need some time to heal after that birthday door slamming

    • That story sure illustrates a great way to show forgiveness.

    • im sorry… I hope that heightened sense of arousal didn’t get you in trouble. ill go hide somewhere so you dont find me

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    Befallen

      In keeping with every ancient lore I confess my love to the one I adore.  You took my heart and made it soar diving through every celestial shore.  The angels cried for a long lost soul stripped naked to his minimal core.  He wanted to...

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  • Imperfections

    Sometimes I ask myself.How could you love someone like her?Broken,shattered glass. Nice personality but lower class.She's been through Hell and back.And so there is qualities she lack. They ask me,how could you love someone like him?His light ,his fire is so...

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  • thoughts from a cold bed

    Death is certain,pre ordained,determined,silent.Silent enough for us not to notice.Dying is around us in every moment of living.It's the price we pay for 'being'.We're born with entropy in every cell.It's the natural way,to descend into chaos,then oblivion.Declination is the...

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    • hello dearest Benny good afternoon this is a morbid thought but I live in the country and while outside the flies were driving me nuts and it occurred to me we were walking carcasses and the little bastard was looking for a way in while I was yet living… what happens at a funeral you are right I just hope by then I am onto better things this is a great write ❤️

    • I was tasked with doing several military funerals back in my Army days. It is extremely somber. And, the occasional one after the military years. I’ve always tried to think of it as a celebration of their life. Sometimes it’s how we get through such things.
      Your write is a really good “on point” of how it can play out. And how you built the scenario earlier.
      Who knows, man, who knows. best we enjoy it while we can.

    • Powerful piece my friend. The wording and the flow of this poem gives me a chill and makes me think of my very own existence. Marvelous write Benny.

      • This is an excellent piece, my friend. Not to mention that the construction gives it unusual life. I got a big chuckle out of “Human Beings evolved into Human Goings.” The humor does not detract from the truth of it. One note you might want to fix: There’s a line that begins, “I’ll will miss him …” Choose one, please. 🙂
        Very, very nice work.

        • Thanks….I hate it when there are grammar errors ….so thanks for pointing it out.
          I read that piece back so many times and still missed it.

          • You are not alone there, Peter — or do you prefer Benny? I’ve seen both in other’ comments. Or should I call you, “BackDeck”? Maybe Decky? I could continue asking, but …
            Yeah, I swear that half the time I don’t find errors until I’ve posted that whatever flawed thing.
            Great piece though, BDBP.

            • Call me anything you like just don’t call me late for dinner….lol

              • Okay, Beelzebub, but I prefer short names so I don’t have to type so much. I have an injured right paw at the moment so I have to be careful. maybe I’ll call you Pete. But I WON’T be calling you for dinner — unless you bring the chow and beer. Where in the world do you live?
                By the way, do you work at all in Spoken Word? Have anything on audio you might want to share or have posted? I’ve started a Spoken Word group and I’m looking for potential members.

  • Immortal Love

    Sometimes I can't help but wonder.How do you immortalize love?Maybe by the memories we had together wander. Or trying harder for one another.Perhaps you need to write and sing a ballad.Perhaps a love song,one with thoughtful lyrics. And beat that's very...

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