OWN THE POEM - THE SUBTLE SOUNDS OF LOVE

You need to keep a notebook with you at all times. it feels better than stumbling it into your phone. Write it, keep it, and share it by hand. Real writers, use notepads. Own The Poems "If I Were To Die Today" and "The Subtle Sounds Of Love" by David N. Donihue on this very cool full-color notepad today. Write your notes in a book that looks and feels cool while carrying a life-affirming message. Get this notepad now! The Subtle Sounds Of Love By David N. DOnihue I have heard the subtle sounds of love harmonizing just beneath the walla of the subway. As if the souls of the passengers had crawled  collectively beneath the train and above the tracks.  Dashing along with us,  harmonizing a tone of warm pensive forward movement. Somehow, someway.  Just forward.  Together without knowing it.  Forward. I have heard the subtle sounds of love. They’re not so subtle when you choose the frequency.  They ripple off the oddest places. They pulse within the darkest of spaces,  shredding through the painful waters of insecurity. Restoring in us, what we are meant to be. You hear them in the eyes of cops and criminals. You hear them on the skin of the meek and mournful. You hear them echoing the same soft tune, hoping their harmonies  are heard. Hoping their harmonies are felt. Without question.  Just felt and returned and felt. I have heard the subtle sounds of love,  in the hope of victims and in the regrets  and reinventions of the violent and vicious. I have heard the subtle sounds of love -  In old diners.  In coffee shops and snobby restaurants. In the harrowing halls of Corporate America    and in the desperate dives of the Sunset Strip. I have heard them when I am accepted.  And when I am turned away. I have heard them when I wanted to die. And I’ve felt them coax me back to sane. I’ve heard them In every corner of this town.  So many, they are louder than all other noises when you look the fuck around. If I Were To Die Today  By David N Donihue If I were to die today And the whole world  Hears the last thing I’d say It would be… I believe in you.  Copyright David N. Donihue 2023  All rights reserved     PRODUCT DETAILS • Covers with soft-touch coating • Cover weight: 10.38 oz/yd² (352 g/m²) • Page weight: 2.62 oz/yd² (89 g/m²) • Metal wire-o binding • 140 dotted pages • US fulfilled notebooks measure 5.5″ × 8.5″ (13 × 21 cm) • EU fulfilled notebooks measure 5.7″ × 8.5″ (14.5 × 21 cm) • Blank product sourced from the US and Sweden

2 POEMS on Sprial Notebook - THIS POEM IS GOING TO BE LEGENDARY w/ SUBTLE SOUNDS OF LOVE. A good notebook can help you with motivation to take more notes, write down ideas, or list future dreams. This custom wire-bound notebook will be a great daily companion whenever you need to put your thoughts down on paper!   THIS POEM IS GOING TO BE LEGENDARY By David N. Donihue   This poem is going to be legendary Legendary I tell you   Like the word-smiths of yesteryear Quoted for reminders of why we avoid the bar   Like a misfit whose suicidal ideation echoes the frustrations and tranquilizes in a sense of mindfulness into the ever-evolving common man   Like a delicate desert rose on a formulaic card from someone you’re suppose to know   It will provoke the mind and warm the spirit   With the tenderness of a kiss And the ethos of dynamite   And like a lullaby made of candy coated steam engines bloating the nerves to your heart   It will look at you and say to you   Two words you must always remember   A message you will softly shout to you   It will outwit And out wise And out play And out fuck the drunkards and the academics of which I am neither   I have little in common with the greats of the past Other than our shared skill sets in acquiring poverty   Yet this poem will be legendary   Yet what kind of a self-absorbed prick would call his own poem legendary?   The two words better be really damn good   They better thrash and trash   And bubble through the collective human regret   They better alter ideations And cast away iterations   Of all that is everything that has ever stood in our way   Yet what makes this prose legendary is not the scribe or the scribbles   It is in fact, the hidden subject matter   Who is currently absorbing these very syllables   As that which could prove legendary is the reader And the two words in question? Keep Shining The Subtle Sounds Of Love By David N. DOnihue   I have heard the subtle sounds of love harmonizing just beneath the walla of the subway. As if the souls of the passengers had crawled  collectively beneath the train and above the tracks.  Dashing along with us,  harmonizing a tone of warm pensive forward movement. Somehow, someway.  Just forward.  Together without knowing it.  Forward. I have heard the subtle sounds of love. They’re not so subtle when you choose the frequency.  They ripple off the oddest places. They pulse within the darkest of spaces,  shredding through the painful waters of insecurity. Restoring in us, what we are meant to be. You hear them in the eyes of cops and criminals. You hear them on the skin of the meek and mournful. You hear them echoing the same soft tune, hoping their harmonies  are heard. Hoping their harmonies are felt.  Without question.  Just felt and returned and felt. I have heard the subtle sounds of love,  in the hope of victims and in the regrets  and reinventions of the violent and vicious. I have heard the subtle sounds of love -  In old diners.  In coffee shops and snobby restaurants. In the harrowing halls of Corporate America   and in the desperate dives of the Sunset Strip. I have heard them when I am accepted.  And when I am turned away. I have heard them when I wanted to die. And I’ve felt them coax me back to sane. I’ve heard them In every corner of this town.  So many, they are louder than all other noises when you look the fuck around. Product Details• Covers with soft-touch coating• Cover weight: 10.38 oz/yd² (352 g/m²)• Page weight: 2.62 oz/yd² (89 g/m²)• Metal wire-o binding• 140 dotted pages• US fulfilled notebooks measure 5.5″ × 8.5″ (13 × 21 cm)• EU fulfilled notebooks measure 5.7″ × 8.5″ (14.5 × 21 cm)• Blank product sourced from the US and Sweden  

Get the power punch of the poem The Subtle Sounds Of Love" by David N. Donihue. Make a statement in any room with this framed poster printed on high-quality paper, with a partly glossy, partly matte finish. The Subtle Sounds Of Love By David N. DOnihue I have heard the subtle sounds of love harmonizing just beneath the walla of the subway. As if the souls of the passengers had crawled  collectively beneath the train and above the tracks.  Dashing along with us,  harmonizing a tone of warm pensive forward movement. Somehow, someway.  Just forward.  Together without knowing it.  Forward. I have heard the subtle sounds of love. They’re not so subtle when you choose the frequency.  They ripple off the oddest places. They pulse within the darkest of spaces,  shredding through the painful waters of insecurity. Restoring in us, what we are meant to be. You hear them in the eyes of cops and criminals. You hear them on the skin of the meek and mournful. You hear them echoing the same soft tune, hoping their harmonies  are heard. Hoping their harmonies are felt. Without question.  Just felt and returned and felt. I have heard the subtle sounds of love,  in the hope of victims and in the regrets  and reinventions of the violent and vicious. I have heard the subtle sounds of love -  In old diners.  In coffee shops and snobby restaurants. In the harrowing halls of Corporate America    and in the desperate dives of the Sunset Strip. I have heard them when I am accepted.  And when I am turned away. I have heard them when I wanted to die. And I’ve felt them coax me back to sane. I’ve heard them In every corner of this town.  So many, they are louder than all other noises when you look the fuck around.   Product Details • 10 mil (0.25 mm) thick paper • Paper weight: 260 g/m² • .75” (1.9 cm) thick ayous wood frame • Acrylite front protector • Hanging hardware included • Blank product components in the US sourced from Japan and the US • Blank product components in the EU sourced from Japan and Latvia This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!

Own Two Poems for the price of one on this double sided writing notepad. A good notebook can help you with motivation to take more notes, write down ideas, or list future dreams. Features POP MUSIC w/ THE SUBTLE SOUNDS OF LOVE by David N. Donihue on the covers! This custom wire-bound notebook will be a great daily companion whenever you need to put your thoughts down on paper! Pop Music (aka The Love Poem) By David N. Donihue Your smile is like pop music to me Your happiness is what brings me ease Your heart is sought after by a soul who just realized the dream Yes we are together And I want it forever And you already truly know me But let my most romantic gesture Be my intentions of evolving Where the soul of a young one and the strength of the grown Purely collide for me to be, the best person I can become for you The truest id, the coolest peace Because your smile  is like pop music to me And while we partially march to different beats Have different emotions and different needs I promise to always work to know you To bring your life so much crazy glee I will dance like to dork in a sear sucker suit If you will let me be the one for you When you are in need I will give you my everything In return for your giggles, insights, and sweets Because, your smile…  Is like pop music to me ©opyright David N. Donihue 2023     The Subtle Sounds Of Love By David N. DOnihue I have heard the subtle sounds of love harmonizing just beneath the walla of the subway. As if the souls of the passengers had crawled  collectively beneath the train and above the tracks.  Dashing along with us,  harmonizing a tone of warm pensive forward movement. Somehow, someway.  Just forward.  Together without knowing it.  Forward. I have heard the subtle sounds of love. They’re not so subtle when you choose the frequency.  They ripple off the oddest places. They pulse within the darkest of spaces,  shredding through the painful waters of insecurity. Restoring in us, what we are meant to be. You hear them in the eyes of cops and criminals. You hear them on the skin of the meek and mournful. You hear them echoing the same soft tune, hoping their harmonies  are heard. Hoping their harmonies are felt. Without question.  Just felt and returned and felt. I have heard the subtle sounds of love,  in the hope of victims and in the regrets  and reinventions of the violent and vicious. I have heard the subtle sounds of love -  In old diners.  In coffee shops and snobby restaurants. In the harrowing halls of Corporate America    and in the desperate dives of the Sunset Strip. I have heard them when I am accepted.  And when I am turned away. I have heard them when I wanted to die. And I’ve felt them coax me back to sane. I’ve heard them In every corner of this town.  So many, they are louder than all other noises when you look the fuck around. Product Details • Covers with soft-touch coating • Cover weight: 10.38 oz/yd² (352 g/m²) • Page weight: 2.62 oz/yd² (89 g/m²) • Metal wire-o binding • 140 dotted pages • US fulfilled notebooks measure 5.5″ × 8.5″ (13 × 21 cm) • EU fulfilled notebooks measure 5.7″ × 8.5″ (14.5 × 21 cm) • Blank product sourced from the US and Sweden