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Loud silence.

Loud silence.

Sadder than the child who dropped his ice cream, as he left the park.
Uglier than your biggest fears and worst nightmares coming to life & even uglier than the ugliest thoughts that you keep locked away in your mind, hidden from the world,
scared of your darkest secrets coming alive, you just let them drive you crazy as they crawl beneath your skin so you bury them there only to eat at you some more.
Louder than the screeches from those who lurk at night in search of a new soul to claim.
The taste is more bitter than the blood that you lick off of the now, almost dull razor.
Smells like a humid forest that has lost all air circulation, full of decaying flesh and empty carcasses, where death just lingers in the air. A forest where life no longer exists & now my heart belongs to that forest, Dead & forgotten.? 

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Nicky Mars

Thank you ! I've read some of your work & it's amazing ❤️❤️

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Jason Brown

An impressive barrage of imagery.

Welcome to Cosmofunnel.

J ;)

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Nicky Mars

Thank you ? just stuff that keeps me awake at night , glad to be here  ?

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Richard Waters

Who can deny the poetic obsession to write of darker matters and throw open the minds eye to serious considerations ? Who can deny the equilibrium of existence being given subjective appraisal ? Who can deny the passion of the heart or the depths of despair ?
What we seek is truth in all matters leaving nothing to chance. We have to free ourselves of constraints and delve into the pool of reason liberating our soul from worldly harness restricting movement and real expression.
Poetry is the medium. The need or urge to find more is the pre-recquisite of higher wisdom. To know of all things is the craving and in any position we desire ultimate configurations of mind and bodily function so the heart will come to terms with certainty.
Do you not agree ? Do you not concur ? Do you not ascertain the nature of the beast and its yearning ?
Thanks for sharing this ! Wishing you all the best in your creative leanings.
Take care.  :)

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