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    Dancing On The Blade's Edge

    I think my pulse is upDanger all aroundHowling at a black moonWith all the hungry houndsCan you hear me callingCan you hear me screamI know it may be scaryBut I think I like this dreamDancing on the blade's edgeClose...

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    The Weight of Death

    It feels like such a shameall that laughter, conversation,all those ordinary afternoons together. They just lowered him into the groundlike a basket of rotting bread,carefully, as if it still mattered. I hate death.He’s so selfish -he arrives already decided,and leaves everything...

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    • I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️

      • Wow, that sounds awful. Even animals can be unobservant to their young, I guess. Thanks for the comment, Crimsin.

    • This is deep.
      Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
      Great perspective Tim.

    • Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • This feels tender in its grief. The simplicity makes the hurt more real.

    • Wow my friend! This is a punchy and powerful view of death. Yes the unfinished business both between people and creatively that death leaves incomplete. If only we could have more time to finish our lives and do the things we set out to. And then there are the interpersonal relationships with unfinished business. Old wounded things that were never healed or forgiven between people. I know so well what your poem speaks of. You take the most important thing in life death and put it into a concise form that explores the crucial facets of death with great poetry.

      John

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    Emily Dickenson

    There's a big old steel gate around her graveThough It makes no difference - crypt or cave'Cause clocks won't tell the time of dayTo those that sleep in dirt or clay. It's dark - it's deep - what's small will...

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    • this picked at my claustrophobic side very dark I myself want an ocean send off so I can be sand great write ❤️

    • Interesting comment, Crimsin. Thank you.

    • I’m digging dark Tim!
      These two stanzas build quite the image and feeling.
      Truly enjoyed this other side of your writing:)

    • Well this is interesting! I love the tie in with her as the subject header. It’s a tight rhyme scheme, very clever.

    • Cleverly penned, Tim. Excellent write with amazing flow my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Tim as a huge fan of Emily Dickinson I can truly say this poem is uniquely composed and the crypt approach is an exquisitely new one applied to the great poet lady. You took me into her resting place with words that were vivid and strong and enveloped me in the sense of her final plot. Truly a wonderfully new and innovative view of the great poet lady. Loved this.

      John

  • Heave Silence

    words recede
    when darkness settles
    and sound is heard only at the edges
    muffled though they be…
    silent sobs and absolute grief
    louder in my senses
    than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
    because we all know where hate takes us
    but only some will see it
    guess it’s only visible…
    from the barrel end of a gun
    to…Read More

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    • It sounds like moment of redemption. The darkness seems to have control it all.

      It talks about gunshots, shouts of jubilation over hate, and staying “triggered.” It’s that “eye for an eye” energy where the fight never ends because everyone is “just warming up” to hurt each other back.

      • The only way to fight hate is with love and compassion. Standing together in the face of adversity and having each other’s back.

        • Yes exactly… With love always to defeat against the darkness that will not win. Good write keep it up .

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    Heavy Silence

    words recede when darkness settles and sound is heard only at the edges muffled though they be... silent sobs and absolute grief louder in my senses than gunshots and shouts of jubilation because we all know where hate takes us but only some will see it guess it's...

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    • The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…

      • Others seem to relish it. Does make me wonder what deficit is within them that they think they need to fill it with hate. Thank you, Fia 😊

    • Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

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