Dame Cass

Joined December 2020

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How would I describe myself in 200 characters or less? Woman survivor of life currently, Visionary in the midst of pandemonium, full of cupcakes and covered in Cosplay…….. um did I mention my poetry and art.

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Seasons of the Poet
How easily the poetry used to flow and where it’s gone I no longer know Fall caused a pause in time, I guess its so I waited for it in the winters snow, Also through the spring time glow
By Dame Cass11 months ago in Poets
Flower from Mars
When I look at your face in the mirror And see the blue face of the moon All I think are where are the flowers from Mars?
By Dame Cass11 months ago in Poets
Midnight wakings
As my hands clutch the fuzzy fur lined blanket in the darkness that is 4:00am the gentle sound of breath whispers from my lovers lips
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Dental Visit
Cool and non invasive the gel moves across my gums numbing me until it comes……then an unnoticeable prick from the needle tip
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Finding Peace
The beginning of Peace is Insanity The journey to Sanity brings forth Truth, Light, Peace and Love For the fire that burns in the darkness is the light of the soul that guides all through that Dark Night to the Sun Rise of everlasting Creation.
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
I Am Changes
I am the the house the one in my dream I am the mansion hidden deep in my soul I am the morning and the pouring rain I am the evening and the burdens that come
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Writers Block
Just write its all you have to do, without thinking or trying. Just do it. The words will fall out and as they do they will begin to flow like a river.
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Reflection
You love her because you see she needs saving. And when you have spent yourself to the point of no return, only to realize she really doesn’t want to be saved ………… then what?
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Is it Absolute
Silence, How Absolute is it really? Insects will simmer down to just below a whisper Listen in the still of night and realize
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Lost to the page. AI-Generated.
Oh words on a page how you elude me As I sit at my desk ready to write, the letters leave my finger tips As silence rests upon my lips
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Solitude
Alone: Someplace I hate to be yet always seem to end up. Surrounded: In a sea of faces. I know them All yet they cannot see me.
By Dame CassExclusive • about a year ago
Freedom of Being. AI-Generated.
To know is To be is to See is to Understand that the minds eye has no bounds. To think is to Imagine all the possiblities
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets

Dame Cass

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Seasons of the Poet

Flower from Mars

Midnight wakings

Dental Visit

Finding Peace

I Am Changes

Writers Block

Reflection

Is it Absolute

Lost to the page. AI-Generated.

Solitude

Freedom of Being. AI-Generated.

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