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cold_fusion
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my Mum.

Last poem you read that shook you?

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Layla
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"How are you today" by Carpe Noctem which was the inspiration and tied to his latest publishings.

Lately i've been curious what everyone's favorite of their own writings have been, tell me which 3 of yours is ?and i'll go read and comment.

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ImperfectedStone
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Sabrina Benaim's First Date

What's the last book you read and enjoyed?


*Ooo, I can't answer the above. Skip my question do Layla's.

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Miss_Sub
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Just take out the stars so it doesn’t post the link.

Nesting: https://dee*pundergroundpoetry.com/poems/212183-nesting/

Written around the time of my Father’s heart attack.

Woman, sleeping: https://dee*pundergroundpoetry.com/poems/250979-woman-sleeping/

To my muse.

Other bones: https://dee*pundergroundpoetry.com/poems/319870-other-bones/

Written on observation of online relationships.

Same question to somebody.

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cold_fusion
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RevolutionAl (Alistair Plint)'s Rendition-...and when a man cries

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ImperfectedStone
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Somewhere away from somewhere.

His head was bathed in white,
tied tenderly to the side of the boat,
afloat
but barely, and nought but water filled  
the lung
salt water still stung tired eyes
wide as his as wide as mine as wide as the endless expanse around us,
wounds to his head, to his cheeks, to his lips
from which he'd no longer speak
and my body lurched, over the water
too late to stop slaughter and yet
desperate to save his flesh from the ripping tide
and I couldn't manage to raise his from the slop alone,
without a rope,  
it was too much even when using the sloped edge of this sailing home.
I wanted,
needed to take him back to a shore
where someone could do more, where someone could softly clean him up -
give him a send-off
that I couldn't offer.
Unfortunately, that was fantasy
reality defined he'd be left with me only
and the duality of rushing and stagnancy.
I slept on his shoulder
where he wouldn't feel it
and dreamt he'd grow older and make me dinner
and I'd get thinner
and we'd let kids play in the garden
kids both goat and human form
and he'd mow the lawn
and I'd cut him flowers fresh from the borders
and he'd give me orders about how to wash his shirts
and it hurt as I slept  
and the water leapt across my face
but not enough to drown beneath.  
I cut his binds,
without hatred for who had bound him there,
I didn't care and it didn't matter
as the water became flatter
we both floated, astray.
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So for me poetry has mostly been a symptom of toxic romantic choices - I've fallen in love with myself deeply rooted in nature now but before that was this:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/322355-a-permanent-change/

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/152641-seared/




Why do you write?

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cold_fusion
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Somewhere away from somewhere.

His head was bathed in white,
tied tenderly to the side of the boat,
afloat
but barely, and nought but water filled  
the lung
salt water still stung tired eyes
wide as his as wide as mine as wide as the endless expanse around us,
wounds to his head, to his cheeks, to his lips
from which he'd no longer speak
and my body lurched, over the water
too late to stop slaughter and yet
desperate to save his flesh from the ripping tide
and I couldn't manage to raise his from the slop alone,
without a rope,  
it was too much even when using the sloped edge of this sailing home.
I wanted,
needed to take him back to a shore
where someone could do more, where someone could softly clean him up -
give him a send-off
that I couldn't offer.
Unfortunately, that was fantasy
reality defined he'd be left with me only
and the duality of rushing and stagnancy.
I slept on his shoulder
where he wouldn't feel it
and dreamt he'd grow older and make me dinner
and I'd get thinner
and we'd let kids play in the garden
kids both goat and human form
and he'd mow the lawn
and I'd cut him flowers fresh from the borders
and he'd give me orders about how to wash his shirts
and it hurt as I slept  
and the water leapt across my face
but not enough to drown beneath.  
I cut his binds,
without hatred for who had bound him there,
I didn't care and it didn't matter
as the water became flatter
we both floated, astray.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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ImperfectedStone said:So for me poetry has mostly been a symptom of toxic romantic choices - I've fallen in love with myself deeply rooted in nature now but before that was this:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/322355-a-permanent-change/

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/152641-seared/




Why do you write?


in a nutshell... an attempt to to express the deep the unseen... only when i feel compelled

same question

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inechoingsilence
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Because the words/emotions that inspire the words demand to be written.

what do you write about most often?

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cold_fusion
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TruthOfLife, Rain and My Muse!

you?

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Carpe_Noctem
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Observational, satirical, injustice of the world. At the moment it's telling my love lifes story which has gone a tad tits up.

How open and transparent are you in your writes

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Layla
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I've gotten better, I used to be very cryptic in my earlier poetry.

If a movie was made about your life, what would the title be?


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Carpe_Noctem
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Layla said:"How are you today" by Carpe Noctem which was the inspiration and tied to his latest publishings.

I'm humbled thank you, I don't really consider myself that good a writer, that one was written not long after me joining DU. If people like what I write and get something from it cool if not that's fine also. Hope that didn't come across too wankerish
Answering your question. The fine art of not giving a fuck, same as the book if ever decided to publish or my life as an introvert

That was a bit wankerish wasn't it?

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David_Macleod
David Macleod
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No but why not call the book "Wankerish"

what is your favourite genre of poetry to read?

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cold_fusion
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anything that deals with human conditions...


what are your views on socialism? is it truly as demonic cult way of life as the yanks would like to put it?

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BobbyEdwards
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Many political theorists feel that ANY system, in that system's purest form, can be utopia.  It is unfortunate that nothing involving human nature can ever be totally "pure."  What is your opinion?  Can human nature be overcome?

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