I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer.
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Yes, I’ve read something similar before and after, their perceptions and experiences will be as antidotal as mine. There is no one size fits all mode nor one type of grief. I posit grief is as plentiful and unique as stars and some will burn forever. Thank you.
For the most part I agree with you. While others refer to as grief, I simply refer to as a continuation of a nature love that lacks that unique vessel to place it into. Thank you.
is one person's journey told through short stories and poems. "She smiled defiantly, knowing her skin looked even more enticing in the moonlight." Vesna
Whispers of a poet's heart 
Beautiful 💖
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reminded me of a quote I often read… true or not, I’m not certain yet.
“You don’t get over it, you get through it…
It doesn’t get better, it gets different…
Everyday, grief puts on a new face.”
🤍🙏
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Yes, I’ve read something similar before and after, their perceptions and experiences will be as antidotal as mine. There is no one size fits all mode nor one type of grief. I posit grief is as plentiful and unique as stars and some will burn forever. Thank you.
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it is, yes…unique.
said so true. Thank you, Poet🤍
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I think grief is something one never gets over…one just learns to live with it until eventually, one doesn’t have to live anymore. 💙
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For the most part I agree with you. While others refer to as grief, I simply refer to as a continuation of a nature love that lacks that unique vessel to place it into. Thank you.
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I know what you mean—the love you feel for someone cannot be transferred to someone else. It is just there, unchanging, eternal.
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Exactly. Like stars and snowflakes, unique in the nature by design.
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I am always moved by these verses. They overflow with a love that will never be extinguished.
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Thank you.
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