Trust defiled
Lies spoken
Dream shattered
Heart broken
Torn apart
Not mended
Soul destroyed
Love ended
Pain suffered
Lost closeness
Once splendid
Now hopeless
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Fantastic, S! And feeling it. 🙏🏼💜
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Thanks so much!
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I hope this is fictional. 😕
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Most of my poetry is fictional. I find it far easier to write pain and sadness than happy and bubbly… no matter what’s going on in my life. Not sure what that says about my mind, but there it is. 🙂
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I think that’s fairly normal for artists, musicians, and writers. It’s something everyone can relate to, and most great artists are somewhat tormented, no?
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I think so. I’m not going to cut my ear off or anything… but there’s definitely some torment.
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Hahaha! Glad to hear you’re lobes are safe! 😃
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Strong and powerful words Sandra, whether fact or fiction it doesn’t matter.
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Thank you… I think everything I write is a little of both… from somewhere in my head.
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I know what you mean. It’s a good mix of fact and fiction, when both worlds mesh together.
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Loving it and the artwork. Is the art yours?
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No… It’s not mine. I searched everywhere for a source but couldn’t find one… I found it in about 6 different people’s tumblr feeds…!
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Ahh, I knew you were an artist, thought maybe it was yours!
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I have a ton of drawings of hands somewhere in the attic. One of my classes in college required us to draw 100 hands in varying positions during the semester. It was actually pretty cool.
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I always wanted to be able to draw and sing, but, ah, no…so cool when people can
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I used to sing, too. I suppose I still can sing but it’s mostly just something I do while driving at this point. But I was in a musical in high school… And I sang in a band… mostly back-up… but sometimes those guys needed me to take the lead. With singing. 😛
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You are so talented, girl! Writing, drawing, singing, incredible!
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Not sure how great I am at any of them though! Writing, maybe… But I do most of my art on a computer now so my drawing is rusty… Both of my kids are quite good though. My son drew me a picture of Batman when he was 4-ish … I had it in my then-office… and people thought I drew it… not that it came from a 4 year old! And my singing…I’ve gotten much more shy over the years! I mostly only sing alone… or with/to the kids!
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You are an incredibly good writer and I have a feeling you’re probably good at most things you do. I’m much more comfortable with a self-deprecating way of writing and I know you are, too!
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Oh, thank you. You’re so nice to say these wonderful things to me! We are hardest on ourselves. Confidence has always been a problem for me (among other things LOL). I should get some of my artwork down from the attic and photograph it so I can post. Of course, my fear of heights means I have to make John go up there and fetch it for me… 😀
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See what I mean? I love your sense of humor!! Confidence was not instilled in me as a child and I’m working on it!) And I am nice, but I was just being truthful about your talent 🙂
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LOL I do enjoy making people fetch things for me. 😀 I think growing up with 3 sisters wasn’t entirely good for me. There was… The oldest… The youngest… The super-responsible independent on… And me. I was pretty much the smart, well-behaved rebel. And I always felt like the black sheep! And thank you again. 🙂
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xxoo
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Oh man, bleak! Really hits you in the gut. Which is exactly the right reaction… Excellent writing.
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Thanks! I wrote this last month… But never really intended it to be for the challenge… Then I found it again last night… And I thought, this will be a nice uplifting Friday post… 🙂
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Friday the 13th, full moon, yeah… 😳
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I did not even realize it was Friday the 13th!
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I love the last two lines, just sums the whole experience up nicely. You could almost get away with just those two lines to get the exact meaning across, but the whole is what makes the impact.
I didn’t realize it was Friday the 13th, either and a full moon on top of it? Today officially rocks. I need to find my Jason vs. Michael post…:D 😈 👍
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Sometimes I think just what you said — only a couple of lines to deliver the message. But I always feel like it needs more… I suppose I just can’t let go… which is also why I have unfinished stories!
Ahh… one of the downsides (or upsides?) to being unemployed… I never seem to know what day it is!
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I hear you there, I have my own share. But I do like the poem as a whole, so I think it was a good thing you couldn’t let go.
Let’s go with upsides 🙂
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🙂
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The sadness and hopelessness was felt in this write
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Deep one
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