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Part 2: Love & Loss
"The Cottage, with the Teal Roof"
— May 17, 2026 06:59PM
"The Cottage, with the Teal Roof"
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Dustin
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Next up: "Golden Chapter."
Just two poems left. I might, or might not, just finish this today. We'll see.:)
— Jul 08, 2026 01:01PM
Just two poems left. I might, or might not, just finish this today. We'll see.:)
Dustin
is on page 376 of 503
This perspective from men:
If a woman is to lay
unconscious,
unmoving and still
it is a man's destiny,
it is his will
it is his god given right
to do what he wants to her,
into the night.
but if she refuses,
if she approaches the world
with
how could you do this?
— Jun 16, 2026 07:07PM
If a woman is to lay
unconscious,
unmoving and still
it is a man's destiny,
it is his will
it is his god given right
to do what he wants to her,
into the night.
but if she refuses,
if she approaches the world
with
how could you do this?
Dustin
is on page 360 of 503
I think they want me to quiet
down,
dim my senses,
not make a sound,
claim my intrigue as less
profound,
but the more I am told to bite
my tongue,
the louder,
less attainable,
I become.
— Jun 06, 2026 04:45PM
down,
dim my senses,
not make a sound,
claim my intrigue as less
profound,
but the more I am told to bite
my tongue,
the louder,
less attainable,
I become.
Dustin
is on page 309 of 503
I think that "Vegas" will always be one of my favorites from this collection.
— Jun 03, 2026 02:51PM
Dustin
is on page 363 of 503
Redemption cannot be made,
with beautifully written words,
the ability to profoundly speak
has to come
from the intention
to be heard.
— May 27, 2026 04:32PM
with beautifully written words,
the ability to profoundly speak
has to come
from the intention
to be heard.
Dustin
is on page 211 of 503
As the sun finally rises,
the pinks and blues,
fade to their harshness,
I sit in my sorrows--
my eternal darkness.
Holding nothing in my lap
but what
once
was.
— May 23, 2026 04:58PM
the pinks and blues,
fade to their harshness,
I sit in my sorrows--
my eternal darkness.
Holding nothing in my lap
but what
once
was.
Dustin
is on page 165 of 503
I don't know who I am,
I lost everything
by my
own hand.
— May 22, 2026 03:52PM
I lost everything
by my
own hand.
Dustin
is on page 79 of 503
This isn't just a well-written poetry collection. It's her journey told in a highly addictive narrative. It reads almost like a novel. Almost.
— May 15, 2026 05:15PM

