writing live

no, no, no
ok, flirt with me
talk dirty to me
make me touch my clit
make me shake, baby
make me want to be
you know...
oh so bad
your bad, bad
naughty girl
like you know I wanna be
with you.
you know what I wanna say
what wanna hear
what I wanna...
oh fuck me
forget the toys
just do that thing you do
say those words
with that fucking sexy mouth
that mouth that's gone south
tongue that says
cum baby cum
that twirls and dips
head between my thighs
squeeze the love right out of you
when you make me take off
hang on
you're gonna ride with me.


*hey, it's the mood I'm in. :D*
 
A Seasonal Sonnet for Wicked Eve

who has the coolest Halloween tour of all!

When slimy pus runs down my sickly face
And greasy groans pour from my mewling lips
It's just the season my sick needs embrace
Come let me hold you in my rotting grip

For it's the one night of the straight-laced year
To be disgusting with immunity
Come caper drool with me and have no fear
It's fun to be gross with impugnity

For if some saintly mother shakes her head
And clucks her tongue while holding door ajar
We'll shake our snotty noses; act ill-bred
Now tell me that's not worth a Hershey bar!

Bleed greasy oily blood and stroll serene
Be sick my fetid one: it's Halloween!
 
reminder

don't edit here except in the forum reply window,
deeply yawned smithpeter
pm?
I can barely stand after reading that.
Good night nurse!
 
Re: A Seasonal Sonnet for Wicked Eve

Angeline said:
who has the coolest Halloween tour of all!

When slimy pus runs down my sickly face
And greasy groans pour from my mewling lips
It's just the season my sick needs embrace
Come let me hold you in my rotting grip

For it's the one night of the straight-laced year
To be disgusting with immunity
Come caper drool with me and have no fear
It's fun to be gross with impugnity

For if some saintly mother shakes her head
And clucks her tongue while holding door ajar
We'll shake our snotty noses; act ill-bred
Now tell me that's not worth a Hershey bar!

Bleed greasy oily blood and stroll serene
Be sick my fetid one: it's Halloween!
I'm so icked out! lol

Can I use this poem you know where?
 
And just what...

do you think I wrote it for? lol

did i ever tell you there's this quote from Hamlet that I love:

"Revenge is a dish that tastes best cold."

but never mind me. sometimes, i'm as sick as that poem!
 
Through a child's eyes

Can you see all that I can see
Silly squirrels clamber gnarly trees
Catch me, I dare you if you can
Or have you now forgotten me
Laughter faded into memory echoes
In empty narrowing dusty corridors
Your mind on schedules, appointments
Mine on sunshine, crayons and teddy
You have tried to shut me out
Now that you are all grown up
Under your skin I still get the giggles
While you are worn down by trivialities
Repressed by the daily stress of life
Numbers crunching, figures blurring
I see funny patterns in the clouds
Passing days and nights speed by
You didn't see it did you; always busy
The nice man was smiling at you
It's raining! Puddles and mud
Are you still worrying Miss Frowny
Tomorrow will be a good day
If you stop to smell the roses
A skip in your step, a smile on your face
I like warm fuzzies and tickles
Lemme out! I am good for you
I know you know I am here
That you think of me fondly
Reach inside and touch me
Let your inner child out
I'll make a mess, laugh and shout
It will be fun seeing things
Through a child's eyes again
 
my cup of coffee....

bring me to the boil

&nbsp&nbsp stir me up


&nbsp&nbsp&nbspmake me hotter than hell

&nbsp squeeze me dry

&nbsp&nbsp drip in the cream


&nbsp &nbsp&nbsp i promise i wont tell


&nbspsip me carefuly


&nbsp&nbspswollow me slow ,

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp incase your tongue , i burn

&nbsp i'll keep you warm

&nbsp&nbsp and fill you up

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp then it will be your turn
 
I just want to rant and rave
anger,burning me to enslave
tormenting torturing treachurous bitch
why I married that damned old witch
I will never know

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock,sealing my doom
She cackled with glee,
when she ensnared me
I should have known

Love, HAHAHAHAHAHA, what a farce
I was blind, Im such an arse
That damned old spell she cast
I swore to hell it would be the last
Thats one oath Ive already blown

I howl at the moon, languid and full
a wolf, alone crying in the night
my lonliness, bitter and spitefull
looking over my past in hindsight
at the seeds that Ive sewn
 
Nice Work Land!

_Land wrote:

I just want to rant and rave
anger,burning me to enslave
tormenting torturing treachurous bitch
why I married that damned old witch
I will never know

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock,sealing my doom
She cackled with glee,
when she ensnared me
I should have known

Love, HAHAHAHAHAHA, what a farce
I was blind, Im such an arse
That damned old spell she cast
I swore to hell it would be the last
Thats one oath Ive already blown

I howl at the moon, languid and full
a wolf, alone crying in the night
my lonliness, bitter and spitefull
looking over my past in hindsight
at the seeds that Ive sewn


You just keep getting better, I think. As I said before, I think the raw emotion really powers some of your poems. A few editorial type corrections and some suggestions based on what I saw in the poem. Your poem is so good, _Land: I hope you don't mind my taking a few liberties with it.

(I know, I know SP--don't you be coming on here like a broken record (haha) and saying it's live--this is for when he submits it, ok?)

I just want to rant and rave.
Anger burns me, I'm enslaved.
Tormenting torturing treacherous bitch:
why did I marry that damned old witch?

(I'll never know.)

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock, sealing my doom.
She cackled frightfully with glee,
invoked a charm, ensnaring me.

(I should have known.)

Love? I think not; more a farce.
I was blind, was such an arse.
More a lover's spell she cast,
I swore that it would be my last.

(That's one oath already blown.)

I howl at the moon, languid and full,
a wolf that cries alone at night.
I'm lonely, bitter, and sorrowful
at my wrecked past seen in hindsight.

(These words the spiteful seeds I've sown.)


Thank you for the read, my friend. I enjoyed this!

A.
 
Re: Nice Work Land!

Thanks for the edit *baby* A, I know it needed one, but i was writing live. *Sigh* It would have been funny had i had the chance to edit, but nothing comes out that way to start.... SE LA VI







Angeline said:
_Land wrote:

I just want to rant and rave
anger,burning me to enslave
tormenting torturing treachurous bitch
why I married that damned old witch
I will never know

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock,sealing my doom
She cackled with glee,
when she ensnared me
I should have known

Love, HAHAHAHAHAHA, what a farce
I was blind, Im such an arse
That damned old spell she cast
I swore to hell it would be the last
Thats one oath Ive already blown

I howl at the moon, languid and full
a wolf, alone crying in the night
my lonliness, bitter and spitefull
looking over my past in hindsight
at the seeds that Ive sewn


You just keep getting better, I think. As I said before, I think the raw emotion really powers some of your poems. A few editorial type corrections and some suggestions based on what I saw in the poem. Your poem is so good, _Land: I hope you don't mind my taking a few liberties with it.

(I know, I know SP--don't you be coming on here like a broken record (haha) and saying it's live--this is for when he submits it, ok?)

I just want to rant and rave.
Anger burns me, I'm enslaved.
Tormenting torturing treacherous bitch:
why did I marry that damned old witch?

(I'll never know.)

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock, sealing my doom.
She cackled frightfully with glee,
invoked a charm, ensnaring me.

(I should have known.)

Love? I think not; more a farce.
I was blind, was such an arse.
More a lover's spell she cast,
I swore that it would be my last.

(That's one oath already blown.)

I howl at the moon, languid and full,
a wolf that cries alone at night.
I'm lonely, bitter, and sorrowful
at my wrecked past seen in hindsight.

(These words the spiteful seeds I've sown.)


Thank you for the read, my friend. I enjoyed this!

A.
 
Shitting here I compose
on sundry toiletries
I write my prose

little snippets
horrid crap
and thoughtless
tid bits

constipation
damn that cheese
ohhh, (flatulation)

will you be much longer?
the sexatary asks
call on line two
the plumber needs something stronger

Liquid draino
Prune juice perhaps
any thing to end the pain, Ohhhh
are you sorry for this thread yet?
 
HaHa

that's my plan for you _Land: I'm gonna rush in and edit your poems before you edit all that emotional power out of them! I like edgy poems. (I really hope you didn't mind. ;))


Ok here's some live unedited stuff from me.

I'm going to smack someone named Pat.
She pissed me off and that is that.
Thinking she makes all the rules
Treating everyone like fools.

This is what happens when I go away.
I can't miss one goddamn day without
some neurotic agenda-driven bitch
throwin her damn weight around, the witch

I'm quiet and sweet most of the time
work through my workday rage in rhyme
but Pat's nutso; on a power mad trip
now everyone's in my office doin the flip

This is what I went to college for?
Paid student loans off by the score?
Having to deal with her trite traumas
Wasting hours fighting over commas!


Ahhhhhh. I feel much better now.
(lol. i showed my secret dom side! or maybe it's not so secret. hmmmm)
 
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Re: HaHa

LOL feel free to rush in, lol i need agood editor like i need a spanking, ermmmmmmmm I am such a naughty boy*WEG*





put a semi in her colon Ang that will fix her.................


Angeline said:
that's my plan for you _Land: I'm gonna rush in and edit your poems before you edit all that emotional power out of them! I like edgy poems. (I really hope you didn't mind. ;))


Ok here's some live unedited stuff from me.

I'm going to smack someone named Pat.
She pissed me off and that is that.
Thinking she makes all the rules
Treating everyone like fools.

This is what happens when I go away.
I can't miss one goddamn day without
some neurotic agenda-driven bitch
throwin her damn weight around, the witch

I'm quiet and sweet most of the time
work through my workday rage in rhyme
but Pat's nutso; on a power mad trip
now everyone's in my office doin the flip

This is what I went to college for?
Paid student loans off by the score?
Having to deal with her trite traumas
Wasting hours fighting over commas!


Ahhhhhh. I feel much better now.
(lol. i showed my secret dom side! or maybe it's not so secret. hmmmm)
 
Some excellent poems...

Lotsa talent here. I am in the presence of genius. =)


P.S. Thanks, Suzi, glad you liked it.
 
Re: Some excellent poems...

I wish someone would give me a present of genius, I could use one once in a while



phatcat said:
Lotsa talent here. I am in the presence of genius. =)


P.S. Thanks, Suzi, glad you liked it.
 
Re: Re: HaHa

_Land said:
LOL feel free to rush in, lol i need agood editor like i need a spanking, ermmmmmmmm I am such a naughty boy*WEG*





put a semi in her colon Ang that will fix her.................



Gee if a spankin's whatcha need Land...I'll be more than willing to oblige ya ;):p:D
 
Industrial insults

Argumentative merry go round
Charmed music played in a spin
Desperate points on a score board
In a game I can not win


Repetitive thoughts , crash in to the wall
Opinions that count for nought
Life's problematic repair delayed
While over little thing we fought

I swallow the harsh words I'd reply.
Holding back on hurts stabbing thrust .
I've worked hard at keeping us afloat .
Not letting our life turn to dust .

Industrial insults , are designed to cause pain
Why you stayed I never know ,
I am pissed of with your pathetic stance
so Get the hell out of here ,.. go on ..GO .




ummm SP's gonna have to hire theri-pests soon ,,, we're all off loading our thoughts on here,, :p :p
 
aftermath

A sun full
of fantasy,
glowing face
close to the ground,
random body
time conceives,
salaciousness
imitates.

A crammed sun
in a vacant house.
 
flood of memories

I recall Camille's visit in '69.
She left me with images
of a washed out bridge
and worries of how I'd get to the park.

But slides and swings were swept away
in the same waters that carried that dog down river.

I heard that families climbed trees
but the flood reached the branches
and swallowed them up.
But I was more affected
by the sight of someone's pet
being churned in the Maury river.

I can still smell the flood sale -
stores open in the midst of downtown debris,
muddy-shoed shoppers grabbing bargains,
my new little coat that carried the stench of Camille.

The memories are faint
but when I ride through town
and see the dated high-water mark
I think about dead dogs and little coats.
 
Mmmm

WickedEve: I like that. You were where in '69?
Maybe it's a death wish manifesting itself, but I always wanted to experience a hurricane - the sheer power and severity of it would instill me with a deep well of emotion to draw on for writing, etc.
 
spark

last night we were
bullet flung
staggered in the dark
like the sound of bottles
kicked in alleys
clattered
in my ears
we seared the flesh
of wanton couples
darkeyed, jaded
wrinkles powdered away
each a secret smile shared
like weapon targets.
The ladies
with their daggers hidden
in tight stipper dresses
flashing their wares and money
to teen pop music
every couple looking for that
*spark*
I drove us to safe haven
a coven
of pansexual pagans
mixed up, strung out
on bonfire highs
the pointed teeth told me
though the music's sweet,
we're still all strangers here
in the dark
looking for that
*spark*
You took my hand
and steered me toward
our last sanctuary--
a fortress full of
trigger happy testostrone
girls, made up like
sisters, nurses
and whores
all with heat seeking missle nipples
the men
dull eyed,
placid
hypnotised by flesh flashing
before them.
I am leaning, laughing
at their open mouths
gaping like fishes
wanting flesh
handing dollars
fist over fist
to feel special
each desperately seeking
in stripper's hips
a tiny little
*spark*


This was the evolution of my sexual evening last night. I must admit...I think I enjoyed the strip club the most. (No offense gentlemen, but those clubs are degrading to men not to women at all. And those gals know it!)
 
Re: Mmmm

phatcat said:
WickedEve: I like that. You were where in '69?
Maybe it's a death wish manifesting itself, but I always wanted to experience a hurricane - the sheer power and severity of it would instill me with a deep well of emotion to draw on for writing, etc.
I live in VA. Hurricanes would bring heavy rain that caused flooding in my town... until the flood wall was built in the 90s.
I was 4 at the time of Camille but still remember a few things about it.
 
No one knew where the bitch would hit
Most people fled, except the dumb as shit
They threw a hurricane party, and drunk, they died

The wind tossed up a twenty foot tide
which gave twenty foot waves a deadly ride
In the harbor, a freighter: Engines full back!

It was no use, the ship couldn't tack.
The prop broke on blacktop and the wheel went slack
200 miles an hour the wind would blow

Tornadoes spawned to make that feel slow
For miles the witch laid mighty oaks low
laid them flat like the harvest corn stalk

Of Camille for years, people will talk.

phatcat, you don't want to go through a hurricane. At least, not if it's your home it's hitting.

That's like saying, "I wish I could go through the holocaust so I could write a novel like 'Night'. Camille destroyed countless homes, some that stood were without power for months.

Hey Eve! We're the same age.
 
when I write
I light a fuse
explosions occur
unintentionally
injuring innocent
bystanders

Back off
my pen shouts
emotional fireworks
going on display
ohhhhhhhhh ahhhh
damn thats a dud

A stink bomb
occasionally
goes off
repugnant
making you
turn away

missing the
grande finaley
of my verbal
opus
 
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