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[RhymeFairy]

is that pain I hear from you
if I could but see
then I would know, to feel
is never enough.
I want it all
for that, I have lost
but
the pain
your pain,
I just cannot deal with
breath baby ...
just breath n let go.
for I am there beside you
holding you
feeling ...~

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[rydia57]

Once I wrote a little song,
didn't think ti' take that long,
Snap a finger, slap my thigh
Think it made me wanna cry
Oh the tune is long indeed
sounds a little something like creed
hate the song, hate my life
Woe my world so full of strife...
anger passion music lust
finihsed this song... with a hush.

 

[RhymeFairy]

BreakDownnn ~

how can I write
when I cannot breathe
anxious feelings overwhelming
breaths just gasping, panic overtaken
fingers twitching, nerves on end
hair on end too
blinky eyes blink
blink
tearing, can you just picture
this
breakdown almost completed
pass the tire wrench, extra lugs
this one is gonna be a long haul
hood up ... throw up

~~~~~~~~~~~

comforting arms withheld
forgotten desires unkindled
catastrophic catalyst conformed
converted confusion freelanced ~

~~~~~~~~~

If ya don't get it, don't worry
... me either lol ~
had to write it live, right ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

topping of you
syrup, me. whipped
up frenzy. drizzle
me baby dripping
down low.
long nails trickle
to, yes fro.
your snack is served
here ... now. lick
me up, spoon
my cup ~


...

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[RhymeFairy]

only for a day
beach beckons me
come play. sunlight warms
frigid depths of this withering
heart. begging for a dip
into the luxurious warmth
of sand and surf.

imagery
is everything. paint
with a brush, stroking wide
to cover
the stagnated pain deep
inside.

wave of color, pink
is nice ... plump strawberries
to cover lips ... serviced
with words that always escape,
lock'm down girl, fast. skip away
into the silvery moonlit sunset,
eye covering another eye
it looks to be, but
look closer inside ... is me.


...

 

[vampiredust]

I buried you deep inside
the moonlit eye, hoping
to get rid of the pleasure
you forced me to swallow.
I took a final glance at your
reflection in the copper rimmed
puddle and could hear time
laughing at me somewhere
in the distance.

 

[RhymeFairy]

passion
that's what is amiss.
all eyes glued on the horizon.
skin tanned bodies glistening,
as if worshipfully begging
for the long since distant day
to come, when the scripted
secret shall be set free. all
shall know the uncovering
of minds eye, hearts glove
and the souls intermission
skipped for this ... one day.

...

 

[RhymeFairy]

bounce from sandspike barefoot poem ~

I hear her calling
nothing to do
but answer in kind.
morning mist, melancholic
march across lush green
lawns. day passes
over, night settles in. seaside
waves, barefoot ... bikini clad
babe, skinny dipping
into her smooth
fragrant skin.

 

[Guest]

removed for renovation

 

[RhymeFairy]

could you lean
closer. share in this moment.
alone, wanting you near.
feel ... people bumps
have arisen, chasing thoughts
into silent nets with holes big
as texas. where stars
can be tasted
by looking, no touch me not
flowers take root here.
so lean closer, let me
feel more
than your presence
in mindless
need. more than one can
bare. I am loaded for bare
to face the forces, if only
you could ... lean closer ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

baking anyone?

meltingly her
pot
simmers, awaiting her snake
charmer
see what she
bakes
in steam oven
heat
mixing her
concoction
of spicy, sweet
cream
cake, icing with
chocolate coated
nuts
sprinkled, lathered up
frothingly whipped ~

 

[wildsweetone]

no one's here...

no one's here to watch
my mind flit from topic
to topic, nor watch my fingers
dithering over the ergonomic
keys. they won't see
my pink painted nails
or know that i just ate
a delicious caramel
chocolate ice cream
on a stick. they can't tell
i'm wearing white
or that behind my eyes black
thoughts spiral in a whirlwind
like tainted candy floss
at the carnival.
it's a pity
that no one's here.

 

[WickedEve]

Blackout

......

 

[RhymeFairy]

org. posted on * What Feeds Your Soul * thread ~

... hope.
... a hug
... a touch.
... a whipser
... a surprise
... a message
... a kiss

I can see his dreams
shadows cast out like dice
in for another
play. Rolling, twisting, turning
of pages into
another chapter. He wants
to be loved
like fingers caressing
spine of an aged book
temporally charred by
the reading of page
after page. Will you pick
him up. Dust off and open him
to a new world ... or throw
it into the fire, like so may others
used, abused from chafed hands
and cold hearts ...

 

[vampiredust]

I Knew A Storyteller, Once

She put on her mining
hat and tried it turn it
on, not knowing that
there wasn't a battery
inside it. She slung her
pickaxe against the words,
trying to pry open the
cracks that appeared
in the slate grey memories,
but as it started to burst,
all she felt was dust running
over her fingers

 

[TheRainMan]

Assessing the Odds I’ll Turn to Salt

Before and behind me night sprawls
like a charred city. I have no name
for this, the pile of ash,
the crowding in of new solitudes,
the road where end is a beginning.

I should leave with no last look,
without the risk of joining the dead.
What am I worth if I carry her
with me, trade my life
for one more glance? Perhaps

it is inevitable, the surrender
to our briny nature—to be punished
for the disobedience of being
too human to just walk away and forget.

I can accept the large failures—
the years of schooling
that only multiplied unknowns,
the knowledge that the world
does not have to cooperate, does not
make it clear if I’m hunter or hunted—

it’s the minor disturbances that bother
and won’t quit—the shadow
of her face in candlelight, the changing
color of her countries, all the pleasures
that would not conform
to my first viewing of them—those

are the things that call insistently
over my shoulder
for the quick peek back, one final
goodbye that might harden me here.

 

[flyguy69]

Before and behind me night sprawls
like a charred city. I have no name
for this, the pile of ash,
the crowding in of new solitudes,
the road where end is a beginning.

I should leave with no last look,
without the risk of joining the dead.
What am I worth if I carry her
with me, trade my life
for one more glance? Perhaps

it is inevitable, the surrender
to our briny nature—to be punished
for the disobedience of being
too human to just walk away and forget.

I can accept the large failures—
the years of schooling
that only multiplied unknowns,
the knowledge that the world
does not have to cooperate, does not
make it clear if I’m hunter or hunted—

it’s the minor disturbances that bother
and won’t quit—the shadow
of her face in candlelight, the changing
color of her countries, all the pleasures
that would not conform
to my first viewing of them—those

are the things that call insistently
over my shoulder
for the quick peek back, one final
goodbye that might harden me here.

Nice!

 

[vampiredust]

The Anonymous Astronomer

She had constellations
scrawled onto her back,
each stud representing
a place in her mind that
I had not yet visited. I'd
watch her wash her stars
in the morning, coating
each silver pentagram with

a routine that her parents
had never taught her. She
never let them rust, be cold
or melt away. They were her
children, not somebody elses
and only she could be responsible
for loving them. When she died,

I watched them fly away, turning
the sky into her memories. Every
star became a living thought; never
burning, never dying.

 

[Ravin the Poet]

Janelle

“nay dear sir” she says to me
For I am but her Lord
“For your wife I shall never be.
I’ll take care of your children three
But you dear sir shall be ignored

She sweeps my den and tends to the land
And I bring home silver and shiny gold
“Slap me with your crocked hand
for I will not move from where I stand
and you will die lonely and elder old”

“Dearest Janelle I ask of you,
no I plea for this to end,
I’m not the man you thought you knew
And my sins are quite untrue
So I command of you to attend

She looks at me with a fire in her eye
“Nay dear sir, I’ll say again,
Be your wife, I’d rather but die”
Sweet Janelle the end draws nigh
“Dear sir I ask but when?”

Three children have grown old
And I am left with a dust of land
No silver, no shiny gold
No Janelle that I can behold
I am but left as dust and sand.


Ravin

 

[Guest]

A rag man

Sand in your shoes
Sundays heroin so
mysterious and bleak
mistakenly abused or
deliberately injured
Brutally, three die
there is no pain.
Paint heroes in
where cowards hide
shadowed. We’re rich
in hidden light
then lid hiding,
the open box gapes
hexagons beet pop
saxophone beg pet
called anew and -
and we all dance.

 

[vampiredust]

Journey Of A Daydreamer

Posters full of girls
with pretty push up
bra's growl at me
as the bus passes
them by, its concertina
hinges breathing like
bellows with every twist
in the road. There's
a journey here somewhere,
I can feel it as the places
that pass me by remind
me of their own importance.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I know not,
what to do. where
to turn. what once
was now has shadowed out into
a fire breathing consumption
concocted up
by a wizard of the heart
touched ... breathed life
into three innocents, now he wishes
to dispense of. is that possible
can he really walk
fly away. sign over their
release. parole them out
to the unknown. abandon
abandon
them, putting these three
right into the hands of what never
should have been. a sickness
infestation
of the mind, grown out
showing his true colors,
a son-of-a-bitch of the first
order ....

 

[vampiredust]

Supernova Shotgun

I watched flowers
burst out of his chest,
everybody stopped
to watch the scene
which was like a disneyfied
version of Alien. I saw
him clutching a note
as he was lifted into
the ambulance, all it said
was "I...love..."
The words he had planted
had bloomed.