This absolutely floored me. Your poem has a true sense of direction, disguised in the tediums of the day, discarding everything along the way that ducks away the soul, until you are left with what matters. F---ing beautiful, man.
I look up to you in this writing game, but mostly I have to thank you for letting us all feel your soul.
Wonderful from start to finish Adrian, almost teared up reading this one. I pray nothing but blessings and prosperity over you and your family, God bless.
You're living proof having a full time job, a wife and kids wont ruin our writing dreams, over 40 hours a month of dedication to our craft.
Favorite Line-'I want to tip the whole desk over, walk out mid-shift and call it a resurrection, start again with nothing but my own pulse and your breath.' breathtaking
Appreciate you, Mason. Thanks for taking the time not only to read but express your feelings on my work. The support from talented writers like yourself is what drives and inspires me.
This is the best poem I’ve read thus far on Substack. It’s so refreshing to find that truly human voice among all the AI slop. There are so many great lines. There’s so much passion.
Refusal dressed as a love poem. This is a quiet revolt.
You refuse the official measures of worth and relocate meaning to breath, transit, touch, the unsanctioned places where life actually happens. There’s no posturing here, just a clean subtraction: titles made weightless, intimacy given gravity.
The ending is the sharpest cut. Resurrection isn’t becoming more, it’s removing every false scene until only the one true thing remains.
This absolutely floored me. Your poem has a true sense of direction, disguised in the tediums of the day, discarding everything along the way that ducks away the soul, until you are left with what matters. F---ing beautiful, man.
I look up to you in this writing game, but mostly I have to thank you for letting us all feel your soul.
Gonna pretend you wrote this about Benno when you went to visit him
Jokes aside: this is lovely
Flip that desk! :) You are making me blush over here Adrian. Very nice.
It wasn’t about you, you. 😝
:)
Bellisimo!
Great stuff. Lyrical, imagistic, purposeful. Very strong speak's voice. Subbed.
Sick! thank you, bro
Wow, flipping those desks in the temples of day job land! Love it! This was really awesome.
I played this in the presence of my wife. very nice.
It’s even more breathtaking in Spanish.
Gracias :-)
Here’s to flipping those desks 🥂
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I feel this deeply. Thank you.
You’re most welcom, Joshua. And thank you for reading and commenting 🙏
Wonderful from start to finish Adrian, almost teared up reading this one. I pray nothing but blessings and prosperity over you and your family, God bless.
You're living proof having a full time job, a wife and kids wont ruin our writing dreams, over 40 hours a month of dedication to our craft.
Favorite Line-'I want to tip the whole desk over, walk out mid-shift and call it a resurrection, start again with nothing but my own pulse and your breath.' breathtaking
Appreciate you, Mason. Thanks for taking the time not only to read but express your feelings on my work. The support from talented writers like yourself is what drives and inspires me.
So beautiful, feels cathartic to read and very relatable. Nice work!!
Corazón 🩵 Not me jealous
So much truth here about love, loss, and rebuilding from what’s real. And I adore the family photo too.
Honeymoon in Italy 😊
This is the best poem I’ve read thus far on Substack. It’s so refreshing to find that truly human voice among all the AI slop. There are so many great lines. There’s so much passion.
Truly appreciate your time and kind words, Michael. Welcome to the loom!
Refusal dressed as a love poem. This is a quiet revolt.
You refuse the official measures of worth and relocate meaning to breath, transit, touch, the unsanctioned places where life actually happens. There’s no posturing here, just a clean subtraction: titles made weightless, intimacy given gravity.
The ending is the sharpest cut. Resurrection isn’t becoming more, it’s removing every false scene until only the one true thing remains.