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[darkerdreamer]

four beers away
maybe one more and i'll be more suave,
i'll dance more freely, i might go talk to her.
three beers away
just one more and i'll be confident,
have the bartender send a round thattaway.
two beers away
i could karaoke "You Oughtta Know"
without a single blush. pride? ha!
one beer away
dizzy euphoria sweeping me into
a current. what was i supposed to do again?
zero beers away
and you leave,
just as those drinks arrive.

 

[tungtied2u]

too often I've been told
what a sensitive soul I am
only to find this heart
torn apart and trampled

ample evidence exists
this blessing is a curse
that I'm a masochist,
and pain my panacea

what predetermined parameters
define my happily ever after ?
what interior designer dictates
the confines of my cell ?

 

[darkerdreamer]

within the mouth of madness,
linger cavities of dementia.
the gums bleed,
tongue swollen with thirst.
gnash.

 

[wildsweetone]

i want to write poetry
but am diverted
by the crosshatching
of sun rays and clouds
that appear determined
to fight for the right
to cover blue days. a tear
between clouds
shows the sun still fights, even
to its demise in the west.

 

[RhymeFairy]

suck
puff. inhaling
pure pettiless
essence. of pennies for pound
as smoke engines encourage,
more. hot
succulent
sw-vay, ( nice word
to describe )
deserted memories
of a horny toad. green
from envious
energy spent, on timeless nights
forever reaching
for the mt. summit
of soft sensual,
smoothing glides.


~~ working with words ... sensual?

 

[vampiredust]

Electric Wet Dream

The city at night
is an electric wet dream.
Clouds pout and bend
over the tops of skyscrapers,
flashing their tits at trains

screaming past. Neon lights
of midnight cafes lift up skirts
at passers by eager for a fuck,
ten bucks the admission charge.
Rain falls as dusk presses

itself against the city's chest,
its moans heard in the undertow,
every sodium atom turning blue.
Venus arrives late the next day,

dress covered with stains
from the previous night, breasts
and hips sore, staining the sky
a shade of red.

 

[wildsweetone]

i write and watch and wait
for your response, i know
i'll be disappointed again
and that you'll keep your thoughts
deep inside your head
where none escape unless you allow them to.
no matter that i write of the scratches
left on my heart,
or the stab wound scars
you will feel on my back
when we love,
i will write more
letting the hatred pour
from my pen
and still you will be silent
as the stone
i will leave on your grave.

 

[RhymeFairy]

i write and watch and wait
for your response, i know
i'll be disappointed again
and that you'll keep your thoughts
deep inside your head
where none escape unless you allow them to.
no matter that i write of the scratches
left on my heart,
or the stab wound scars
you will feel on my back
when we love,
i will write more
letting the hatred pour
from my pen
and still you will be silent
as the stone
i will leave on your grave.

Wow !!! This pen ... ignites !!

Love it Sweets ~

 

[darkerdreamer]

Once,​

the only woman worth loving wrote a play. In it, the notebooks hung from the ceiling, a mobile composed of the most painful compositions. They hung downstage for all to glimpse as they twirled, covers dangling as if begging to be opened.

In the moments​

following that scene, the only man worth hating had an idea. He would tear the pages from his own notebooks and create a fine insulation out of his unfinished thoughts. As he paper-mached himself a womb of endless adjectives and nouns, he could not help but think of Kafka. What a very undignified metamorphosis for the both of us, isn't it Gregor?

 

[RhymeFairy]

anger

mounted, while moon-eyed.
hoping to succeed, only
no one told me the game,
was rigged. other players
had played
plowed these fields, leaving
septic soil
to be cultivated.

You piece
of shit,
vermin. I cannot plant
a future
with a decomposed CARCASS
still wet
from the flood.

Traitor, that you are.
Go join your army
of silent by standers.
Who
watch, listen
and participate
in destroying
a fruitful harvest.


...

 

[bluerains]

anger

mounted, while moon-eyed.
hoping to succeed, only
no one told me the game,
was rigged. other players
had played
plowed these fields, leaving
septic soil
to be cultivated.

You piece
of shit,
vermin. I cannot plant
a future
with a decomposed CARCASS
still wet
from the flood.

Traitor, that you are.
Go join your army
of silent by standers.
Who
watch, listen
and participate
in destroying
a fruitful harvest.


...

his fruit you harvest
as you choose to let him go
passing rubicon

 

[RhymeFairy]

his fruit you harvest
as you choose to let him go
passing rubicon

might need that ....

 

[darkerdreamer]

i am Tobaccoman
not quite as bad as Swamp Thing,
but you can't stand my smell.
neither can i.

hold index and thumb together
in pinch of tobacco,
tips stained yellow
teeth stained brown.

you are Superglue
the ultimate adhesive entity,
i stick to you
over and over again.

 

[RhymeFairy]

A lady never tells

but you knew I would. Come
observe
as I fall apart, inside. Drinking
does nothing to the cold hearted
selfish one, but me
well I am so hot
burning for release. Tempt me, go ahead
but I shall not befall to olden memories
of the past partaken. You had your chance.
Now I walk, stand straight. Tonic in hand
to help rebuild the shambling pieces
that disintegrated at the development
of you
with another. Yes, it's over. BUT I still see
feel
taste. Cum coated fingers
being dipped
mouth to mouth,
tounge flicking feathery light.
Thighs tightening
for they alone, knew
what was to come. Yes, a lady
never kisses and tells
but who says
I'm a lady ...


...

 

[wildsweetone]

She had to look.
Was drawn to the little red heart
in the tab bar across the top,
the address for That Place
where he portends to thrill the thighs
and part the seas with a smile.

She wonders where he hides those smiles,
if he just keeps them tucked under his sweatshirt
for dry times, or rainy days, or
if he simply hasn't figured out how to use them

every day. Maybe he thinks he's special
and should only bring them out for treats,
like chocolates at Christmas.

 

[darkerdreamer]

as per usual tactic
you order three fingers of
top-shelf
single malt.
the words drip from your
tongue when you order.
you reek like style
and cheap
aerosol deoderant.

you play the transaction
like a train heist
in the wild wild (mid)west,
or high stakes
executive negotiation.
you actually believe
you are
that
fucking
slick.

you might fool her.
and him.
and them.

but the kid has your number down.

 

[vampiredust]

For My Lover

We are two waves crashing
into one another. Absorbing

each other's salt, we let
our foam sink before rising

again. Wanting, breathless.

 

[wildsweetone]

i'd promise you that space
within my chest,
god knows there is a gaping
black hole that needs filling
and i have an insane need
for company,
though i did tell myself
it was ridiculous
and that i should love
being alone
and that no man, nor woman,
could give me more
than i can gain for myself.
i am such a liar.

what is it i come in here for anyway?
i gave up self flagellation,
fists flayling against the world,
the first time dad lifted the belt.
do i have some perverse need
to stand naked,
to show off my every stupid fault,
some strange self expectation
that once i show my wrongs
i'll be forgiven
so that editing may be done
in earnest
and i can erase the bad stuff
that stiffened my backbone
and gave me eyes in the back of my head.

i really do hate this thread
but i'm drawn back
again and again
perhaps in the hope
the hole in my chest
will take this drug,
this fetish of forums
of writing live,
and shove it
somewhere near
where the sunbeams
fuck up the screen.

 

[darkerdreamer]

devise a super-goodbye,
the be all end all of farewells.
write it in clouds,
scorch it on earth,
burn it at sea.
i need this effigy
for closure,
that one symbol
i know is irreversible.
these almost-goodbyes
are killing us.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Picking up and clutching
tattered remains of my past life,
like trying to cup minnows in my palms
with a rapidly fading watersource.

A bird loses too many feathers
and it won't fly again,
be it a fight or old age;
almost like making a poor
analogy between weary birds
and weary humans,
I watch myself sink into
the remaining palm water.
Laugh and drown,
or hold my breath and drown slower,
the end result is always the same.

If I had more feathers,
I could burst from this suffocation
in a flurry of wings.
But--if I was the minnow--
I'd be fine now and suffocating later.
That isn't irony, just pathetic.

 

[WickedEve]

Goodbye Ben and Otis

Hanna wasn't sad during the release
of her imaginary cows. I worried
that puberty was the cause.
She was no longer my baby.

Her sister dreamed of purple hay
for their grazing. So good
of her to take them in.

Hanna had a talk with me.
I wasn't to be gloomy,
for now she could eat whatever you chose.
She wanted hamburger.

 

[darkerdreamer]

visions of you

these nights are getting longer
while this bed gets wider and cooler.
my pillow has an permadamp
from a million cold sweat nightmares.

I always slept best
with you curled against me.
one of my arms under your breasts,
the other tucked under my side.
my nose in your hair to inhale you, cocaine.

on those perfect nights
you would clasp my arm with
small perfect hands in a small perfect grasp.
on those perfect nights
I slept without nightmares, just visions of you.

 

[RhymeFairy]

visions of you

these nights are getting longer
while this bed gets wider and cooler.
my pillow has an permadamp
from a million cold sweat nightmares.

I always slept best
with you curled against me.
one of my arms under your breasts,
the other tucked under my side.
my nose in your hair to inhale you, cocaine.

on those perfect nights
you would clasp my arm with
small perfect hands in a small perfect grasp.
on those perfect nights
I slept without nightmares, just visions of you.

beautiful ~



you capture the heart and essence
of night sweats and love. come,
join the inner circle

of jumbled thoughts.
intermixed with cool
sweet dreams, visions
of happily ever after

awaiting your beck
and command
this cocoon of razors edge
nothings wrong, I am fine

walk the straight line
while cooking a heavenly hash
of midnight dreams. then
feast, while
cruising along the boardwalk
broadcasting
beneath the neon lights
of the nymphs nightingale
serene serenade.

~~ playing with words. Did ya get lost?


my bad, sounded good when I started ~~

 

[darkerdreamer]

you capture the heart and essence
of night sweats and love. come,
join the inner circle

of jumbled thoughts.
intermixed with cool
sweet dreams, visions
of happily ever after

awaiting your beck
and command
this cocoon of razors edge
nothings wrong, I am fine

walk the straight line
while cooking a heavenly hash
of midnight dreams. then
feast, while
cruising along the boardwalk
broadcasting
beneath the neon lights
of the nymphs nightingale
serene serenade.

you blow alternatingly hot and cool
into my soul.
a cool breeze leaks from between
thin curtains, under a weather worn window.
but my goosebumps
don't come from the wind.
they come from that art of the exhale
you have mastered.

 

[darkerdreamer]

I wish you would just scream "FUCK ME!"
grab me by the hair. forcefully
show me how you want it.
Hell, I dream of you even whispering "fuck me..."
and leading me behind closed doors
by the fingertips.
I dream of fucking you every night,
but the look on your face
says you don't want me to.