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vampiredust
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Aspirin
You are my aspirin -
swallowed twice a day
without water. Gulp
You are my aspirin -
swallowed twice a day
without water. Gulp
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vampiredust
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Equations hang from her lips,
each ending in a splash
of numbers with every fall.
I am number 1 on her list
each ending in a splash
of numbers with every fall.
I am number 1 on her list
V
vampiredust
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Coalhouse
Mother's womb was a coalhouse,
storing fuel for Winter. I imagined
steam driven carriages delivered
the soot coloured coal, shoving
it deep inside. Grubby hands
would take it out in the Spring,
leaving it barren for Autumn.
Mother's womb was a coalhouse,
storing fuel for Winter. I imagined
steam driven carriages delivered
the soot coloured coal, shoving
it deep inside. Grubby hands
would take it out in the Spring,
leaving it barren for Autumn.
sweetjain
Really Experienced
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Fear of romance
the antiromantic in me
flees at the gift of teddybears
even won at the fair
buy me a hamburger
if you want to impress me
or better yet
drive me in your crap car
to the beach
and lay in the sand with me
and lay me down
and trace your finger around my outline
with real interest
for I don't want your cheap romance
your easy words
I want your eyes
your raw
insides
hold the mayo
the antiromantic in me
flees at the gift of teddybears
even won at the fair
buy me a hamburger
if you want to impress me
or better yet
drive me in your crap car
to the beach
and lay in the sand with me
and lay me down
and trace your finger around my outline
with real interest
for I don't want your cheap romance
your easy words
I want your eyes
your raw
insides
hold the mayo
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I used to despise my freckles
when I was small, poured lemon
juice in a large fruit bowl, then dip
my face in for minutes at a time,
until I needed to come up for air
because I read in a magazine
it would make them disappear.
It never worked but they faded
over the years and still come out
when I lay in the sun, just slightly so.
But now it's the age marks that turn
a darker brown when out in the sun,
and while people say they're adorable
or you've got that farmgirl look, thinking
they're freckles,
I'll let them believe just that.
when I was small, poured lemon
juice in a large fruit bowl, then dip
my face in for minutes at a time,
until I needed to come up for air
because I read in a magazine
it would make them disappear.
It never worked but they faded
over the years and still come out
when I lay in the sun, just slightly so.
But now it's the age marks that turn
a darker brown when out in the sun,
and while people say they're adorable
or you've got that farmgirl look, thinking
they're freckles,
I'll let them believe just that.
V
vampiredust
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Letters of Bone and Paper
Your last letter came from a kiln,
I can tell because it stank of clay
and dirtied hands fresh from moulding
another piece of life.
I won't bother asking you what you're
working on, the answer is always
the same - a goddess. Imitating sculptors
who shaped the Venus de Milo
I imagine you making the dough from bone
hearts and lungs before adding that magical
ingredient - mica. Pounding it together
in a dance (no pestle and mortar needed)
a doll with a fattened stomach and limbs
would have emerged from its hiding place -
the coalhouse at the bottom of the garden.
Your letter caught her smell and even now
I can sniff that perfume. She has gone,
glazed and painted over. But her dance will
always be heard. Every letter of yours still
has your magic, perhaps I can use it for her.
Your last letter came from a kiln,
I can tell because it stank of clay
and dirtied hands fresh from moulding
another piece of life.
I won't bother asking you what you're
working on, the answer is always
the same - a goddess. Imitating sculptors
who shaped the Venus de Milo
I imagine you making the dough from bone
hearts and lungs before adding that magical
ingredient - mica. Pounding it together
in a dance (no pestle and mortar needed)
a doll with a fattened stomach and limbs
would have emerged from its hiding place -
the coalhouse at the bottom of the garden.
Your letter caught her smell and even now
I can sniff that perfume. She has gone,
glazed and painted over. But her dance will
always be heard. Every letter of yours still
has your magic, perhaps I can use it for her.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Fish Bones
Father would always strip out
the bones from every fish
that came near his hands,
piles of bones forming mass graves
in the dustbins outside our house.
There were no enquiries, no official
investigations. Nobody ever heard
those cries, that weeping.
And after he was done, I would sink
into the earth and pray. But all I could
hear was the slithering of my father
belly-hopping across the land. He needed
water.
Father would always strip out
the bones from every fish
that came near his hands,
piles of bones forming mass graves
in the dustbins outside our house.
There were no enquiries, no official
investigations. Nobody ever heard
those cries, that weeping.
And after he was done, I would sink
into the earth and pray. But all I could
hear was the slithering of my father
belly-hopping across the land. He needed
water.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Thought of the Day
Gulls peck at old
sardine cans,
nickel graves
floating on a
uncertain sea.
Gulls peck at old
sardine cans,
nickel graves
floating on a
uncertain sea.
V
vampiredust
Guest
This is how the world was built
Tourists line up
for their flights,
crusaders decked
in suncream, flip-flops
and currency.
Tourists line up
for their flights,
crusaders decked
in suncream, flip-flops
and currency.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Men flip coins for fate
They fall down
the drain,
nickel boats
slowly sinking
on mud and muck.
They fall down
the drain,
nickel boats
slowly sinking
on mud and muck.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Siberia
The photograph is unsure of itself
today. Moving the train five inches
left doesn't make it better nor does
centreing a group of hunters
with their tiger pelts. Freeze, smile.
And then when its mistress removes
it from the liquid bath, everything
stops, as if all the previous images
were scrubbed clean, leaving only
the cold nakedness of the snowy
landscape. You cannot scream here,
they have already anticipated that
and cut out your vocal chords.
The photograph is unsure of itself
today. Moving the train five inches
left doesn't make it better nor does
centreing a group of hunters
with their tiger pelts. Freeze, smile.
And then when its mistress removes
it from the liquid bath, everything
stops, as if all the previous images
were scrubbed clean, leaving only
the cold nakedness of the snowy
landscape. You cannot scream here,
they have already anticipated that
and cut out your vocal chords.
champagne1982
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I don't want this anymore
burning and pulling at skin
as if hooks pierced my flesh
tug and tighten into raised
welts of nerve-rich scar
where feeling shouldn't sit.
It's cruel, this growth to find
my heart the fertile ground
to leave a mark. Don't do it
again and bring me back
onto the table. Life's a bitch
but sometimes mine is bitchier.
burning and pulling at skin
as if hooks pierced my flesh
tug and tighten into raised
welts of nerve-rich scar
where feeling shouldn't sit.
It's cruel, this growth to find
my heart the fertile ground
to leave a mark. Don't do it
again and bring me back
onto the table. Life's a bitch
but sometimes mine is bitchier.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Livewell
Fish slip through fingers,
entering gas-blue lungs
with a splash not a ripple.
Some stay, hibernating
through the journey,
thinking only of knifes
and fishmongers shops,
hung on display like their
brothers. Silver coloured
puppets pulled by men
in white coats. Others dream
of swallowing their captors
burping up bones and
the entire oceans.
Fish slip through fingers,
entering gas-blue lungs
with a splash not a ripple.
Some stay, hibernating
through the journey,
thinking only of knifes
and fishmongers shops,
hung on display like their
brothers. Silver coloured
puppets pulled by men
in white coats. Others dream
of swallowing their captors
burping up bones and
the entire oceans.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Lecturer
He turned up hungover, smelling
of cigarettes and poetry. When
he spoke, spirits would rouse
from their sleep and enter palms,
we are poets they spoke through
ouija boards made out of A4 lined
pads and chewed pencils. But he
just laughed and started to read
Apollinaire. But his ozone punching
poetry could not defeat us. We are
barrow boys, coal miners digging
deep down in places he will never go.
He turned up hungover, smelling
of cigarettes and poetry. When
he spoke, spirits would rouse
from their sleep and enter palms,
we are poets they spoke through
ouija boards made out of A4 lined
pads and chewed pencils. But he
just laughed and started to read
Apollinaire. But his ozone punching
poetry could not defeat us. We are
barrow boys, coal miners digging
deep down in places he will never go.
RhymeFairy
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loveumore said:
this.I have always had a bit of a fetish for freckles. I see a man with freckles and I am just mesmerized. Especially if he is goodlooking, I wanna play ... connect the freckles with my tongue. Have to admit, I have yet to do this BUT one of these days eh ~
Keep the writes coming my friend.
You have a very charming stlye and I'm loving it ~
echoes_s
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- 1,592
You glare at me so hatefully
seared heat, blinding my eyes
white and my mind
matches your blankness.
Words hesitate,
fingers chafe, dragging hangnails…
I shy away not from you
but from me.
More meaningless etchings
from an aged carpenter
with a dull chisel.
seared heat, blinding my eyes
white and my mind
matches your blankness.
Words hesitate,
fingers chafe, dragging hangnails…
I shy away not from you
but from me.
More meaningless etchings
from an aged carpenter
with a dull chisel.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Completely Unconnected
The moon sleeps
in his basket
as crickets chirp,
breaking nights'
bones with every
note. Love is made
out of moments
like these, I think.
The moon sleeps
in his basket
as crickets chirp,
breaking nights'
bones with every
note. Love is made
out of moments
like these, I think.
V
vampiredust
Guest
I don't want your letters
anymore. They smell
the same as your poetry:
lemon faced, rancid
as aluminium dipped
in a jar of hydrochloric
acid, every line giving
off a stink.
anymore. They smell
the same as your poetry:
lemon faced, rancid
as aluminium dipped
in a jar of hydrochloric
acid, every line giving
off a stink.
V
vampiredust
Guest
Finding a football in the canal
Your wife, I think, found
it first. Caught in a shopping
trolley, she tried to fish out
the hexagon skinned helmet
with a piece of scaffolding
before nearly falling in. Murphy
was right when he uttered
his law. With a kerplunk, she
tripped and fell. A water rat
dressed in Gap. Arms pulled
but that thing was still there,
laughing underneath its rubber
cowl. Nobody informed it of
the canal's intentions. Dragged
down, all anybody could see
was its moon face dissolving.
Your wife, I think, found
it first. Caught in a shopping
trolley, she tried to fish out
the hexagon skinned helmet
with a piece of scaffolding
before nearly falling in. Murphy
was right when he uttered
his law. With a kerplunk, she
tripped and fell. A water rat
dressed in Gap. Arms pulled
but that thing was still there,
laughing underneath its rubber
cowl. Nobody informed it of
the canal's intentions. Dragged
down, all anybody could see
was its moon face dissolving.
echoes_s
Literotica Guru
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Beaters rattle the bowl,
creamy syrup thickens
and splatters my glasses
sticky
a drop on my lip…
teasing with sweetness
i want to be naughty
as it thickens to foam,
the pumpkin pie waiting patiently
for its cream
fluffy, light
instantaneous dissolution
sugar to liquid slide
and i scoop it all up
to hell with the pie
as cool wetness perks my skin
and i lavish thickly over my breasts
wanting to paint you
creamy syrup thickens
and splatters my glasses
sticky
a drop on my lip…
teasing with sweetness
i want to be naughty
as it thickens to foam,
the pumpkin pie waiting patiently
for its cream
fluffy, light
instantaneous dissolution
sugar to liquid slide
and i scoop it all up
to hell with the pie
as cool wetness perks my skin
and i lavish thickly over my breasts
wanting to paint you
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RhymeFairy said:
I have always had a bit of a fetish for freckles. I see a man with freckles and I am just mesmerized. Especially if he is goodlooking, I wanna play ... connect the freckles with my tongue. Have to admit, I have yet to do this BUT one of these days eh ~
Keep the writes coming my friend.
You have a very charming stlye and I'm loving it ~
Thank you ever so much!
champagne1982
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How good to see you! Welcome back. I hope it's for a stay and not just a visit.echoes_s said:
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Congrats
Good luck in your new life.
Hawk
Good luck in your new life.
Hawk
Tzara
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Stop Editing Words on as "Knowy" Evening
Whose words these are I think I know.
His mouse is probing silage though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his words fill up with know.
A little hoarse, I think it clear
To stop without thesaurus near
Between these words and frozen Jake,
On darkest evening of the year.
Jake gives his harassed rhymes a shake
And asks if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the seep
Of southward wind from out of Jake.
These words are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
E-mail to send before I sleep,
E-mail to send before I sleep.
I live in Seattle. We have not Our Frost.
Whose words these are I think I know.
His mouse is probing silage though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his words fill up with know.
A little hoarse, I think it clear
To stop without thesaurus near
Between these words and frozen Jake,
On darkest evening of the year.
Jake gives his harassed rhymes a shake
And asks if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the seep
Of southward wind from out of Jake.
These words are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
E-mail to send before I sleep,
E-mail to send before I sleep.
I live in Seattle. We have not Our Frost.
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