Ddavidd, DD. is here.

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I sometimes write dark poems, filled with resentment and doubt—but sadness and darkness are not the only themes I dwell on; they are merely two among many. I also write poems brimful of hope and happiness. My work is for all seasons, standing at the intersection of human feeling.

For me, sadness and darkness are not incurable—they are passages toward freedom, just as joy and brightness are. A human being must pass through the full spectrum of emotions in order to grow, rather than remain trapped in the clichés of Western civility and hollow ethics, or in the rigid affirmations of positivity promoted by misguided advocates of Zen or Self-help thought.

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Roses are innumerable,
just like
the pages of
these words.
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Roses are countless
as endless as the pages
that cradle
these words.
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Roses are countless, a garden that sways,
just as the pages these verses embrace.
Petals unfolding, like words on a leaf,
a bloom for each whisper, a line for each grief.