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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Heave Silence
words recede
when darkness settles
and sound is heard only at the edges
muffled though they be…
silent sobs and absolute grief
louder in my senses
than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
because we all know where hate takes us
but only some will see it
guess it’s only visible…
from the barrel end of a gun
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Willow wrote a new post
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The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…
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Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
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Thomas W. Case wrote a new post
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Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here
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I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally lovedPatience like a prayer,
thinking until my brain bruises.This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.
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“But then they glance at me.
And those eyes cut through.
Like I’m part of it now.”Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much
April 12th rises
like a hollow bowl.
A day carved out of absence,
light as a rib,
quiet as a room
after everyone has left
but the air still remembers
their names.This is the day of emptiness
not the cruel kind,
not the collapsing void,
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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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Oh you know I’m over here furiously nodding and grabbing logs for the fire. I have come to the place of having to mute and cover the face of the colostomy bag. It’s not worth the heart palpitations and anger rising. I refuse to allow my health to be further deteriorated by that overstuffed cheese puff. Another marshmallow, my friend? I’m adding wood to the fire!
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I figured you might get fired up reading this one. I’m so tired of trying to figure out who’s still buying this bullshit, it can’t get anymore obvious that he’s out over his fucking skis, he’s beyond compromised at this point. I could go for a marshmallow. See you at the bonfire. Appreciate you.
Damian
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This was not only powerful but very relatable because many of us are feeling the frustration, watching the corruption take place. But you’re right, it won’t end nice and then more of the atrocities will unfold.
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Damian your storm unveils the false prophet whose lies we can see for what they are through poets like you who are the conscience of our nation. Fine scribing my friend. You really showed the beast for what he truly is. Appreciate you.
John
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It sounds like moment of redemption. The darkness seems to have control it all.
It talks about gunshots, shouts of jubilation over hate, and staying “triggered.” It’s that “eye for an eye” energy where the fight never ends because everyone is “just warming up” to hurt each other back.