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    While Love Got Strangled

    just a permanent scab the one you constantly pick i’m the back you stab the one vice you can’t kick   everything feels so heavy with this weight i carry why don’t you tell me how i’m not so scary   unable to speak the truth so we repeat a...

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    • I’m big on the closing lines of a poem. What an impact they make. It’s the impression your reader walks away with, that stays in your head like a song you can’t shake. The lost loves and the unrequited loves are always on my hit list. You nailed this one, Damian…so good!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Kelly. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I agree with you, coming from a lyrical background, I always love a good line. But the beginning and ending are very important indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This was hidden? Man, this was screaming to be let out. “No winners because the race was fixed.” Yup.
      This is a great piece, cuz

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wrote this before joining DU. I love that line as well. It was screaming to be let out. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    • The last stanza is a real ass kicker! The rhyme scheme is cool too. It’s obvious that you care about your results. It shows in your craftings. This is thought provoking, but not heavy. Well done Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was an ass kicker, I penned this during a time of self-therapy and reflection. I’ve always cared, always executing is another story. This was a cool discovery, because I had forgotten about it. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I too enjoyed the rhyme scheme. Everyone can relate to this. We’ve all been there.
      When you both know it was over a few months back!
      Great write amigo!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It’s a relatable story indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • wow dearest Damian so much power and passion in this I am floored ❤️great write…

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was a very reflective time in my life to say the least. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Now aint that the truth so bloomin well poemed .. Say it like it is why don’tcha eh .. Great ink Damian & subsequently awarded Nev’s dubble 👍👍

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sometimes you gotta say it loud and proud. Honored to receive the dubble. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This is dark, deep, and brilliant, Damian. I’m glad you dug it out of the vault! The honesty in this poem is cutting, and the final lines–“instead of owning we rented / while love got strangled” –are a phenomenal, memorable finish. A wicked good read.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those final lines are my favorite as well. It was penned in a time of self-reflection, and getting to really know myself. Without my addiction clouding my vision. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • “another moment dies”

      That’s the thing people lose sight of. Once the moment is gone…it’s gone. What we make of it bears a lot of weight. I’d rather carry honest weight than the baggage of pretense. I’m glad you found this one. It needed to breathe, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Spot on in your analysis as always, it did need to breathe a little. It was simmering on the stove in the word kitchen. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damian, great rhyme and flow while delivering a strong message.
      Excellent work sir.

    • Hard hitting piece. So true my friend. kick-ass write Damian.

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    Resist Being Blind

    Four walls, padded confinement loud music bouncing hard Fueled by teenage angst along candle lit passages Shadows occupy every corner residual beasts traveling Feasting on innocent vibes until they consume the room   Tending to my spiritual garden watering this depressing weed The fruits are rotting fast rooted in mindless envy Unable...

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    • Right on, man. Such an inspiring write! Addiction is very much like a ghost, haunting each moment of our lives. I am so happy you were able to push through and maintain. If you ever had any doubt, this poem is proof, that you absolutely do not need alcohol to conjure beauty and meaning on the page.

      The last two lines in the third octet scream truth in my mind. Very, very wise.

      Clay

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Clay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve found out I never needed alcohol to write, it was the addiction that had planted that seed of doubt in my head. It is a ghost always lurking in the shadows, though I’ve always seen it as a personal demon waiting to pounce. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Stay true to yourself and keep on pushing forward. Rock on dude!! Great piece of poetry

    • I love the honesty in this. What a purge of the soul amigo!
      This has so much in it. It had its own evolution.
      Just terrific!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It means a lot to me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • That’s poetry for ya folks .. Bloomin brill my friend .. Neville 😎👍

    • “My pen became a sword
      poetry served as pseudo armor”

      Amazing how many of us are among this army. Accepting help is so hard. Especially if you’ve rarely been offered a hand. And we’re all kinda programmed to ‘suck it up’…like being human is a weakness. Stripped raw & flushing the wounds here, brutal honesty at its finest, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Love those lines as well. We are programmed that way, and it makes it difficult to rewire the mind. It’s still a work in progress, but it gets a little easier each passing day. Always enjoy your commentary my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This poem is raw, honest, and deeply moving. Knowing you wrote it just months into your sobriety makes it even more powerful –your pen becomes both sword and shield, guiding you from darkness to hope. A beautiful testament to resilience and the strength of new beginnings.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was cold turkey, and past overdue. Although it was my fourth attempt at getting sober, the third time was not a charm. lol. Thank you for your continued support, and wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    sage

    diving my right I perfom a ritualceremonial and beautifullaying out my instrumentsa little sage, some fearther and some crystalscandles lit in reverencealso to make my intent knownsummoning the willing spiritsa soulful plea, deliver my messagedarkness smiles as the starshine...

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    dark faith

    inside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...

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    alas

    subtle affection in common showndown deep a seed growweeping rebellion a hellion stirredreaching out through the eternal glarea lass fair and hair of fireemerald eyes and pale of skinlook over the centuriesseeking the passion of her belovedsilently she bide...

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    • Hello Crims!
      I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.

      • hello dearest Styxian good evening I’m happy the language of this write spoke to you it was how it presented itself the poem I mean thank you so much for letting me know ❤️

    • Hey crimson!

      The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
      It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
      I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.

      Love your stuff chica:)

      • hello beautiful Adelphina good morning thank you graciously for such a lovely comment❤️

    • hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️

    • Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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