Im reminded of the old adage…if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Goes right back to your other poem…gotta read the fine print. Believe the lies, trust the cardboard cut out caricature, you get what you deserve. Hitting nails on the head with a jack-hammer, as usual, my friend

hello dearest Damian karma always has her way well said I am depressed it feels heavy this poem great write 💕

“Been swindled under some false pretense”, def felt that line.
Nice penned my friend.

“grass is dead on the other side”. The older I get the more I feel that. Great ink.

Damian, I read and reread your poem. Took me into the heart of chasing rainbows and the stark reality that often is at the other side. Superbly crafted poem.

John

That hits with a quiet force—like courage stitched from trembling threads. The contrast between silence and the mask of bravery unveils a moment of deep vulnerability, almost like a portrait of someone holding themselves together just enough to get by. It carries the weight of all the things left unsaid when fear takes the reins.

Passionately penned, Fia & Darrow. Incredible collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia and poet I’m not familiar with this is one of the best collabs. I’ve read in some time 💕

Thank you, Raven xoxo

Agree with Raven. That is one helluva solid landing at the end

Some endings never end, others end before they’ve really begun, but always the questions remain. Well played 🌼

Powerfully penned, Fia. You stuck the ending my friend, love the sleight of hand on the last line. Very clever, indeed. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oooh, this one has a cozy, tingly feel to it. Can almost hear the soft murmur of voices & clinking of ice in the background. This one sings of intimacy, my friend

That atmosphere is peaceful with a bit of loneliness to it. Nice spill.

This feels of a good moment. Though too much of a good thing can lead to trouble. Damn those demons. Great ink.

Happy (early) birthday toast incoming! July 18 deserves a proper celebration—with Bourbon’s smoky charm and Vodka’s crisp fire clinking together in style. Here’s to bold beginnings, blurry stories, and the kind of laughter that lingers longer than the hangover.

Ahhh, Damian! 🥃

Nothin’s like sippin’ choice bourbon with a friend (on the rocks w/a splash-a bitters), sharing a tale or two with laughter in the air.

A feel good write that lifted an olde bard’s spirits ‘n brought a fond smile for moments past.
A lovely week ahead to ya, Syr Poet! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Thank you, Hj xoxo

hello beautiful Fia this is so passionate and painful I only hope it is fiction love can be cruel 💕

Powerfully penned, Fia. Simply amazing write my friend, you changed it up a little on this one. Excellent! Appreciate you.

Damian

Awww, Fia =(

How poignantly vivid your pen has laid its sorrows’ disappointments upon our hearts … so many times we’ve gone through such relatably plaintive ache, yet, your poetic emotion expresses it all so vividly, as though it could be any one of us experiencing your own moments of disquiet.

“Love is a demon’s creation.
It obscures and twists the mind,
That being in complete submergence is good.”

Oh, yes! Nothing’s like LOVE it when it’s good, when all is wine and roses; for, love shall seek not but for its own satisfaction. It will bend and twist you, and shine and dim upon you, while holding onto those within its grip. And, there is no single answer to the question of what love really is, but I have learned that when love is in control, there are no guarantees.

I so admire the smoothness and imagery with which you paint emotions, feeling, and thoughts upon the canvas our minds, hearts, and souls … the hallmarks of a true artist’s touch.

Swearing we’ll never fall in-love again, our needs are far too deep not to.
Beautiful work, Dear Poetess … thank you for sharing! ⁓ Richard🖌

Superb artwork choice:
(V2L1, add an apostrophe to Passion’s)