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Read MoreThe madness began to whisper in this cloistered space, thick with the stench of tormented souls.The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, living the day shunning naked light.I sat in a high-backed chair carved with...
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I thank you. My pen has an illicit affair with the dark side of my dreams.
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Read MoreEyes tip-toeing over flotsam of sleeping habitat to the hills that follow This is closest we ever get to foreplay nests her head on my shoulder I imagine we’re lost in the country no land, no landmark only black and solid hills as compass like walking through...
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Love the feel of this. Reminds me of this song by S&G…..https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=mcafee&p=poem+on+the+underground+simon+and+garfunkel&type=E210US752G0#id=2&vid=6df47f303922526d0faa70e1eaeed172&action=click
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Thank you J. Flattered. Song is universal.
Work this out. I’m Welsh first, British second and my beautiful Dad was English. We’re a complicated bunch across the Atlantic. I stand against the heinous Empire and her jingoistic bs. Other than that, I’m very easy going. Lol. This song / anthem is central to my poetic heart. Subtitles are provided!
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Thank you for sharing your song.
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This poem is beautifully vivid and cinematic. I love how you blend the quiet of the night, the train platform, and motion with personal reflection. The imagery of film and landscape creates a strong, lingering atmosphere – really well done.
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Thank you – or ‘Diolch’ as some say in my homeland. I’m just a metaphor whore really, who finds catharsis on the release of life onto keyboard.
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you are a very passionate lover I can tell I’m telling you ths as I blush I know I’ve known you for years ❤️
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Read MoreIt does not begin, it does not end. Never hear it start, never hear it stop. Ceaseless, present at every moment. This inner sound - an object of sense. With willpower we dominate, breathing at our will. Whereas we are subordinate to the sound of silence. An entity you cannot dominate, but...
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Read MoreThe voices of silence - exclamatory silence! They vent what is suppressed, articulating what is disconnected. For answer, my tongue dances to the rhythm of my whisperer, vocalizing concealed thoughts. So, this Delilah of my mind tingles my consciousness with her voice. This luring temptress that is psychosis...
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I’m sure this resonates with many Daniel. Kudos for posting this
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I was drawn into the surreal, haunting imagery – the stunning contrast between the “sweet as rain” “taste of life and the suffocating pressure of the high-backed chair” and found myself suspended between horror and wonder. Beautifully dark. I love this.