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oh happy smiles
from happy ear to ear
across the liquid miles
though not the auburn hair
but mooing at the moon? awesome :D
 
Because you will not talk with me
i am losing my identity
i feel threats to my safety
cannot speak safely

i want to talk
need someone to talk to

but not about the weather
the political climate
nuclear reactors gone full-on disasters

No! I need someone who can relate
to my emotions, suicidal tendencies

Don't flee!

Because you will not talk with me
i try to suppress
so you will not stress

break off pieces of me
so you don't have to see
that i'm crying for help
and not just in my sleep

i suppress my emotions
so your comforts not broken
like my heart is...
because you will not talk with me

Tough conversations?
avoid at all costs!
is the price of my life
too fucking high?

Because you will not talk with me
i feel lonely at home
i feel hollow inside
emotions hide yet seep through
threatening my life

but I don't share my strife
even simple frustrations
in calm parts of my life
are withheld to appease

i feel like i can't please you
no matter what i do
if i let emotions slip
that's it!

You move away physically
because you will not talk with me
until i regain control
masking emotions
with polite conversations
of weather and politics
and nuclear holocaust.
 
in her palm
a small pool

on its surface
a bear's coarse hair

no longer spinning
pointing west
 
in her palm
a small pool

on its surface
a bear's coarse hair

no longer spinning
pointing west
:heart:

All those ports to sail to but there are
no other punti pl cardinali left in my world
and all the glossy advertisements
promising sun and surf
like palm trees behind the Bounty
 
Because you will not talk with me
i am losing my identity
i feel threats to my safety
cannot speak safely

i want to talk
need someone to talk to

but not about the weather
the political climate
nuclear reactors gone full-on disasters

No! I need someone who can relate
to my emotions, suicidal tendencies

Don't flee!

Because you will not talk with me
i try to suppress
so you will not stress

break off pieces of me
so you don't have to see
that i'm crying for help
and not just in my sleep

i suppress my emotions
so your comforts not broken
like my heart is...
because you will not talk with me

Tough conversations?
avoid at all costs!
is the price of my life
too fucking high?

Because you will not talk with me
i feel lonely at home
i feel hollow inside
emotions hide yet seep through
threatening my life

but I don't share my strife
even simple frustrations
in calm parts of my life
are withheld to appease

i feel like i can't please you
no matter what i do
if i let emotions slip
that's it!

You move away physically
because you will not talk with me
until i regain control
masking emotions
with polite conversations
of weather and politics
and nuclear holocaust.

Welcome back. :heart:
 
when they nail you by the head
to the rude rough wooden post

with a good grip, peel so slow
rip skin from screaming flesh

exposure burns in freedom's light
and we leak. oh god, how we leak






this one inspired just now by reading tsotha's latest in 30-30 :rose:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=54431762&postcount=417

The snake is a symbol for intelligence
It is a symbol for danger
For betrayal, for death, wisdom
Even health, at times
It's green, it's brown, it's mottled red
Scaly, long, legless
Two eyes
Fangs, reptile
...and then it sheds its skin.
The hunter scratches his chin
Time to start again
The snake is...
 
suppression of expression
internal damnation
sometimes conflict is necessary
it's not the
f
a
l
l

it's the tense before the crash
fear of road rash that causes
anxiety assault, not your fault
the way the bodies wired, tired of trying
to pump an adrenal dump,

avoid the insanity and not let on you've been bit
by some snake from the hole in your mind
time to grit your teeth and get down and dirty
gritty, in the fray and face of the commonplace
feelings you feel,
shake them up a snow globe moment
of tumult, but it always rains pretty
and settles eventually

sometimes the best option is to crash
wait for the dust to settle in hope
you havn't lost any limbs.
 
suppression of expression
internal damnation
sometimes conflict is necessary
it's not the
f
a
l
l

it's the tense before the crash
fear of road rash that causes
anxiety assault, not your fault
the way the bodies wired, tired of trying
to pump an adrenal dump,

avoid the insanity and not let on you've been bit
by some snake from the hole in your mind
time to grit your teeth and get down and dirty
gritty, in the fray and face of the commonplace
feelings you feel,
shake them up a snow globe moment
of tumult, but it always rains pretty
and settles eventually

sometimes the best option is to crash
wait for the dust to settle in hope
you havn't lost any limbs.



Sometimes, it feels
unsettling
to find ourselves nailed
to the rough wooden rim.
We rise and fall, crushed and relieved
in turn, the turning
entrances, through harmonic
oscillation, going nowhere.

Sometimes, the settling is
unsettling
to my eyes, as my eyes to me.
Day to day, rocking
the boat, gentle sway
of spring distended—
every thing unbalanced,
returning to sleep.
Entropy without change.
Distractions, we miss
the constant pull of
gravity, the constant pull toward
(something).
The waterfall to the boat, the
heaviness in between days, the
equilibrium of mass and spring.

Sometimes, my settling move is to
unsettle
rock the boat, capsize,
pull the spring, beyond
a point of no return,
break the wheel, the chain,
the pendulum, let it go,
change, rearrange,
a new equilibrium.
For now.
 
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oh happy smiles
from happy ear to ear
across the liquid miles
though not the auburn hair
but mooing at the moon? awesome :D

...and a moon beams back
buttered glow, first seen, a moon dawning
drawing smiles
Scooby doo, Moo?
 
Portrait

A serious faced young man with laugh wrinkles,
patient while the elder dressed and braved the morning,
stumbled to the field of combat, scrubbed and coffeed,
casting aspersions on the youngers parentage
to have awakened him at that hour.

A laugh, shoulder slap, uncases his weapon,
assembles and sights down the barrel
fires at the waiting target, a crack as the rack is broken
nothing fell, a candy land. he retired to a table
fired another shot
PK4
 
and should the lowly prawn rebel
refuse man's 'nipulation
across the chequered sea-board "hi!"
abandoning his station
meet with other shellfish ranks
to mingle, swim and sally
abandon those who'd use him "thanks!"
and join the peace-nik rally
the king and queen and boorish knights
would fret "orf with his head!"
the prawn would wear his coolest grey
whilst they turned lobster red

:mad:
 
such lack, such lowly light
and peripherals too dim, a core too raw
a softening of sound, the flick of fin
a chillout of the senses... and encore
 
A serious faced young man with laugh wrinkles,
patient while the elder dressed and braved the morning,
stumbled to the field of combat, scrubbed and coffeed,
casting aspersions on the youngers parentage
to have awakened him at that hour.

A laugh, shoulder slap, uncases his weapon,
assembles and sights down the barrel
fires at the waiting target, a crack as the rack is broken
nothing fell, a candy land. he retired to a table
fired another shot
PK4

:cool:

an ongoing war, friendly fire :cattail:
 
there is a kind of thought,
which isn't task oriented,
or survival oriented,
or anything.

empathy and awareness,
accidents of evolution,
self-fulfilling prophecies for destruction
of the meek.

think too much, feel too much...
looking inside (and inside the outside)
weakness? maybe, sometimes.
too often, seen as handicap,

so much of what makes
humans human
mocked, taken lightly,
taken for granted.

yet try for a human tribe
without those who
think too much, feel too much...
just try.

Reference #1, Reference #2
 
there is a kind of thought,
which isn't task oriented,
or survival oriented,
or anything.

empathy and awareness,
accidents of evolution,
self-fulfilling prophecies for destruction
of the meek.

think too much, feel too much...
looking inside (and inside the outside)
weakness? maybe, sometimes.
too often, seen as handicap,

so much of what makes
humans human
mocked, taken lightly,
taken for granted.

yet try for a human tribe
without those who
think too much, feel too much...
just try.

Reference #1, Reference #2

Where no references are given
untaxed travel
safe nothing

coincidental gestalt
inevitability

fry under minds eye
self proclaimed Ita

see me/see you/see us
gregarious ignorant's
no tribal totems
plodding forward
 
a week's gone by
i wonder how his present flies
and if it's reached its foreign shore
quite yet

still time
time aplenty
patience and love
brings all birds home to roost

this cat would grow wings, too
and fly straight, fly true
but some balls of string take time
to unravel
time and patience
brings all birds
all cats
home to roost
 
a week's gone by
i wonder how his present flies
and if it's reached its foreign shore
quite yet

still time
time aplenty
patience and love
brings all birds home to roost

this cat would grow wings, too
and fly straight, fly true
but some balls of string take time
to unravel
time and patience
brings all birds
all cats
home to roost

Oh, Moo, a herd of chickens head for the barn,
lowing in the falling silk of day,
leave golden butter pats in the nest box,
roost in the shadows where the owl's cant see,
puss prowling where mice flee supper
while the butter melts like my heart, knowing
the greatest gift ever given
was the day that I met you.
 
Hey there...how's yer Sunday goin'?

cold, wet - but that's outside and i'm indoors so it matters nought. been doing a lot of reading, a little writing, messing about chit-chatting when i maybe should have been better employed but hey, a day off's a day off, right? not to mention sundays are for long relaxed bubble baths with a book *nods*

right now i could murder a cold, fizzy beer but it's coffee and bed soon instead :rolleyes:

been working today or got the weekends off?
 
cold, wet - but that's outside and i'm indoors so it matters nought. been doing a lot of reading, a little writing, messing about chit-chatting when i maybe should have been better employed but hey, a day off's a day off, right? not to mention sundays are for long relaxed bubble baths with a book *nods*

right now i could murder a cold, fizzy beer but it's coffee and bed soon instead :rolleyes:

been working today or got the weekends off?

I work Sun-Thur, but have a girl we babysit for most of the day on Sat and Sun, they're not entirely days off. About to go lie down for a bit, since I want to get up early for work and watch a little bit of the Oscars...although, since I haven't seen as many of the films and performances this year as I usually do, maybe I'll just sleep until normal wake-up time.

*shrug* We'll see.
 
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