Thank you for reading. You think with words where most simply seek to capture a thought. Tis rare.

As for me, I scribble (which sometimes holds a thought). Breath is life, and life is to be shared in the living. We all search for that raw spark from someone to make us come alive. And isn’t that love? 🌼

I look forward to reading more of your poetic musings on the real then. And thank you for the friend request 🌼

hello Joe good afternoon I love this obsession… it is so tender and giving yet extremely powerful 💕

darkly beautiful dearest Daniel 💕

Beautifully penned, Daniel. An amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Daniel,
There’s something about your work just does it for me…It’s always so haunted, so beautiful in, dare I say a morbid way.
It’s achingly beautiful and resonates deeply within me. I’m a huge fan.

xx
~P.G💋

This is so incredibly scintillating. You write this succubus with the virtuosity of a poet who knows her craft and knows it well. I could feel this deep in my core. I was seduced and stimulated by your fiery sensual words.

John

Unapologetically penned, Brenda. This is raw passion unleashed my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful poetess thank you most graciously good evening 💕

You write this story with such clarity and weave it into an engaging scene that reaches out and rivets my attention. Great poem.

John

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

You have expressed a real life tale with honesty and clarity.
I have been there. Got locked up for being drunk in public myself once.
I think I said to a police officer “Your a C…U…N…T. I didn’t say it i just spelt it out.
He didn’t understand. When he realised what I was saying I was thrown in the van.
I they took my clothes and gave me some grey prison scrubs. When I sobered up I started singing prison songs.
“He’s in the jailhouse now.” and Locked up by Akon. Some counties in England are stricker on booze than others. I have been out of my mind all over England, but Yorkshire was the place they locked me up. Don’t do it in Yorkshire.

Thanks for sharing this poem. I am glad to know I am not the only one.

regards
James

This sounds like such a Midwest thing. Great telling of the night!

Thank you so much.