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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
MaryJane’s Last Dance
It was day 23 of Poetry Month
when you walked through the door,
And I said,
“Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
as my eyes landed on
that party dress;
thigh high red with
a side slit stare, and
I was pulled into your sway.
MaryJane delights
played in my mind,
like how smoke and fog
swirled in kaleidoscope air,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hello Me
It has been a while
You reached a plateau
traveling many milesWhat you failed to do
Is see what is occurring around youOr you’re choosing not
Not to see
Not to hear
Not to “oh my” share??Me this can not be
Your voice and thoughts need..need..To be set free
Free from the confines
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I feel you on this lovely Fia I used to clam up like that when my kooky thoughts would come but I can’t hold them anymore…be yourself lady we will love you ❤️
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. It feels like inner dialogue to me, you and your subconscious kinda vibe. Nicely done as always. I can relate.. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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These conversations with self are some of the best. I enjoyed the way this one wove the reader into it
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This is excellent. It had some rhyme and rhythm.
Nothing felt forced at all.
Great stream of consciousness amiga:)
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
F*ck the Game
anyone could tell you
I was never a raving beauty
even my family would agreetoo many freckles
not enough oomph
that indefinable thing
(whatever it was)
that made other girls stunningthink of them as Barbies
and me…a paper doll
not much without all the added extras
and even they left details…Read More2 Comments -
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Comparison is the thief of joy.
Let those that judge lose their joy and you dear Willow keep yours.
Great write.
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P.S. If that avatar is a picture of you, you look more than fine to me.-
I think if it hadn’t been those closest to me (my cousin not included) doing the comparing and always pointing out my failings, it wouldn’t have been so easy to believe the bullshit. And yes, the avatar is me. Hair colour subject to change without notice, but it always returns to its natural white. Thank you, Peter
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write with layers and layers of depth and honesty my friend. To be honest I was oblivious to flirting or signs of interest from women. My friends would tell me after the fact that so and so was all into me, I laugh about it now, but I just didn’t think women thought of me that way. lol. I didn’t think highly of myself and when subscribing to that way of thought, it left to me blind to possibilities I guess. That was deep. lol. Sorry about the flashback. You’re a beautiful woman and a kindred spirit my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I lived with my cousin and her family for a year in 8th grade and I remember coming around the corner to her room and hearing her tell her best friend she was afraid her boyfriend would like me better because I was prettier than her. I froze in my tracks in shock. The way society (and family) feeds us such bullshit to tear us down is mind blowing. It wasn’t long after that incident that she told me how she has to play the game. She chose to continue to play the game…on her terms though. I said fuck that and stopped trying. Amazing what we see when we look back through the mirror of time, isn’t it? Thank you, my friend
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Dear W,
Fuck yeah!
Crazy the amount of time we spend on comparisons and standard’s of beauty. I really appreciated this piece for the insightful honesty and realization of standing up to the game. Well done. H🌷
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We dance in those empty spaces. (That’s the best memory ) Very nicely done