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    faded

    I'm dreaming in colorsfading friends and ideasthey emerge when I createquietly reminding me about what I thinkwhat troubles my mindmy thoughts find all of you a lotmy loneliness cradles me I miss you greatlya faded kiss from long agoyou...

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    • Marvelous write Brenda. You always capture the emotions and feelings so perfectly.

    • hello beautiful one thank you graciously for the love her it’s felt ❤️

    • Who’s to say when our godhead or universe should speak to each of us. There may be an unknown equation that determines when the voices appear. Is it possible that others are impersonating our universe and we’re reacting to feedback. Just a question Lady, tight

    • God as I understand him created the demons…they are a part of our universe…God himself is very dark look at the world and even nature it’s not hard to tell when he is pissed off just people pretend they don’t…he has instruments of darkness to experience the other aspects of his personality as well as being kind humble and a genius… when I complain about innocence he tells me you don’t know that being or what they need… so there it is the way I understand things ❤️

    • you too sweet lady good morning ❤️

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    • Hi, TFT! I welcome you to “BACK TO POETRY BASICS”, and would like to invite you to join-in on our Sonnet lesson (two posts below). It’s easy: just read and follow along. I look forward to sharing with you. ⁓ Richard🖌

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    vampire empire

    with culted bane I speak profaneobscure morose, masturbating my insanitydilligently scribing my death daystime spent in the company of demonstalking to the world through a fogno one to tell, no one believes meon specters and ghostsfaulty little imperfection I...

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  • Okay, I am stuck with this, but I am trying.

    Was born with eyes wide open
    To be prepared for the truth
    No one seemed to care or wanted to offend
    What had happened on the roof

    Time withholds memories in a box
    We crawl, then stand, and eventually walk
    As a rusty key enters an unforgiving lock
    Uttering words before learning to talk

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    The Poverty of My Reality

    Midsummer season on my wintry lips, these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.   The sunlight of acceptance, and midnight of isolation.   Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience, I have the free will to question my fate.   This wealth of imagination, and the poverty of my reality.   The...

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    • Your imagination is a beautiful flowering garden, you are a wealthy man, dear Daniel! Your wording is awesome. You are a master in using the stylistic device of contrasts!

    • Daniel this is sublime in its dark vision. You have so much to say in your poem here and I for one am really liking what you wrote. Though dark it has a flow that is mesmerizing.

      John

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