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    Charming The Dead Within

    “I’m dead inside,” you say. Like a graveyard at midnight.   No mourners here to trod untrodden paths by your headstone.   Soulless and moonlit, an empty body, a starless night sky.   Heretic prayers, unheard, fall on silent winds.   I call your name, wordless in my incantation.   I yearn to feel you breathe inside me.   Take this lifeless carcass and...

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    Tear-Storm of Psychosis

    There is a glow within this storm.A dying eye of light so obvious,it lures me to come to it.As light is soundless,it is a silent beacon fire.I will cleave through this fog with faith!So, within the absence of sound,I...

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    revelations

    my solemn mood had nothing to do with youit was my inner girl singing the bluesa melody of sadnessstrung together with notes of painsubtle hints of what was troubling mewithout revealing itselfa twinge of guilta little hurtindiscrimanate feelings that...

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    • Well done, Brenda. I like this.

      • thank you graciously dearest Adagio I didn’t write anything yesterday so I thought I would today I’m glad you liked it ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, I know what it’s like to sing the blues. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Chère C.,
      Breath everyday – write everyday.
      But then, i don’t have this nice artwork.
      With the whole picture you draw me in.

      Keep on keeping on, said Curtis.
      Warm regards, Gus

      • hello dearest Gus good morning I try to write everyday not everyday is great thank you for the love on this ❤️

    • Powerful work. Excellent.

    • You’ve strung together the notes of pain very well. Perhaps singing the blues can be just as cathartic as writing about them. We can only hope.

    • Those solem moods are tricky. We can’t always keep them locked down. And then others feel the dark coolness of their touch. Beautifully written, Brenda 🧡

      • good evening beautiful Willow yes they are and they come from nowhere somtimes… thank you for the love here ❤️I wrote a poem called Nostalgia about you and other poets…

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    Validate This...

    reality is this...I don't require your permission...just to existso keep your indulgence to be who I am validation isn't yours to give...yes...it's a gift...but it comes...from within oh shit...by your own rules...did I just invalidate you?oops

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    Triple Treat

    1He who walks with his mind in his head.Though he don't know it.He's already dead.2Everybody's talks these days.But nobody listens.Not even to themselves.3Somedays I wish the earth were flat,so I could walk right over the edge.Instead it's a sphere,a...

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