writing live

[sweet_lusciousdesire]

........................

 

[butters]

clearly

"no room no room
under the bridge"
so beware the clickety clack
and the snickety snack
for the oncoming traffic's in bloom

 

[sweet_lusciousdesire]

.....................

 

[butters]

a troll without a bridge is a sad sad thing
*waves bye bye and iggy ensues*

and there it was, gone

 

[Remec]

coffee and blinking lights
how the brain does work
hanging half in shadow
looking for dawn
eyes focused on some low star

"Second star to the right" never
seemed to be a direction
I could follow once I knew where
it was headed, Lost is not an
apt tag for me; although, I feel
like being a pirate might be
up my alley, or gangplank as
the case might be.

 

[butters]

"Second star to the right" never
seemed to be a direction
I could follow once I knew where
it was headed, Lost is not an
apt tag for me; although, I feel
like being a pirate might be
up my alley, or gangplank as
the case might be.

pan needed to understand it was fine to grow up
to be a man without losing sight of boyish dreams
become master of the vessel
without fear of time's reptilian stalk
set fair sail
play dress-up for fun
fly without wings
rescue willing damsels
loot chests in a piratical manner
wear his shadows against his heart

 

[Remec]

pan needed to understand it was fine to grow up
to be a man without losing sight of boyish dreams
become master of the vessel
without fear of time's reptilian stalk
set fair sail
play dress-up for fun
fly without wings
rescue willing damsels
loot chests in a piratical manner
wear his shadows against his heart

My shadow's unstitched, not
loose and flapping when I fly,
but it strains at its bindings
and mocks me when it thinks
I'm not watching. Pan had Wendy,
Hook had Smee, but I have to
do my own darning.

 

[butters]

My shadow's unstitched, not
loose and flapping when I fly,
but it strains at its bindings
and mocks me when it thinks
I'm not watching. Pan had Wendy,
Hook had Smee, but I have to
do my own darning.

don't all our shadows mock us?
dance around our feet to trip us
up to no good
teasing
flirting with our light
hearts
weightless fingers leaving cool streaks
throat, nape, cheek?

perhaps we'd best cast away the needle
discard the whimper-sneer knave
accept our raggedy natures

 

[HarryHill]

coffee and blinking lights
how the brain does work
hanging half in shadow
looking for dawn
eyes focused on some low star

2:32
Stars? a firmament of glittering points.
Venus descending, Mars rising
Artimus taking the hares to bed,
eyes on the dawn,
cupid's nightingale bidding the day goodnight,
morning good morrow,
and I, none the wiser.

Hard Copy

so many times the rules are told
of the do's and the don'ts here within
but you're perched on my shoulder
making sure that i hold
to the game, admit it,
truths told.

The Subversion of Rule 1

a pause,
while i consider
all the rules i have wantonly bent
digression end, stones fall again
how far can i possibly go?
does a metaphor finally die?
forget it, i'm going for gold.
and silver
iridescent geegaws,
that sparkle and shine in the mind
so unlike my pitiful rhyme
but if an angler go not hungry,
cast again
in walls of concrete
and i think that's a good place
to end.

idk
3:17

 

[butters]

venus descends
sweet and wet
impales herself nightly
on mars' angry rise
throbbing warrior
passionate and reaching
for legends of moon-flesh
pulsing deeper
burning brighter together
falling apart in a torrent of sunbeams
journeying on
alone

 

[todski28]

The mockery of a shadow
betrays our years
a personal sundial
whiling away our time
a mocking trip, a
ticking clock
a constant
reminder

 

[butters]

between O
and Ohhhhh
time suspends its foolish grin
we hang
breathless
in a space/time dissolution
liquefaction guaranteed

 

[butters]

they say
in space
no one hears you scream
and when you're floating
sunburnt, frozen
no up no down
picked up and
dragged on stellar winds
battery pack dead
no feeling in your fingertips
i say
they speak the truth






ok, i'd edit that to

no up no down
plucked and dragged on
stellar winds

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

between O
and Ohhhhh
time suspends its foolish grin
we hang
breathless
in a space/time dissolution
liquefaction guaranteed

I love this, it begs expansion.

 

[butters]

I love this, it begs expansion.

thanks, tess, but right there you outline my limitations

little things, moments, but to then take them and expand seems beyond me right now - at least in public

 

[HarryHill]

...and iggy ensues* ??

and there it was, gone

..
happens to me too, but then, context is everything
12:38
raise bing ...oh, lovely take a peek; Chris must have been enthralled
..

Metaphoric missiles made dust
lost in the scree at a moments distraction
hopeless geology, and i long to turn away,
descend to the green valleys, sweet streams,
softer places, where sibilant sighs reside
in the cooing of the wind through boughs,
a voice as seem as yours I dream
and bluer than your eyes.
..
1:14

 

[butters]

..
happens to me too, but then, context is everything put someone on ignore for teh stupids
12:38
raise bing ...oh, lovely take a peek; Chris must have been enthralled (now it's my turn to be confused!)
..

Metaphoric missiles made dust
lost in the scree at a moments distraction
hopeless geology, and i long to turn away,
descend to the green valleys, sweet streams,
softer places, where sibilant sighs reside
in the cooing of the wind through boughs,
a voice as seem as yours I dream
and bluer than your eyes.
..
1:14

ah, i am undone

one day i'll whisper visions
of fire-spawn and far dark seas
autumn mists and dove-breast skies
and weathered hands
and old blue denim
of fingertips and tender bones
the dripping oak and quick young foal
of gentled touch and passion's gasp
of such old things i'll whisper

 

[HarryHill]

10:14
I promised words but I have none
gifted all to you
10:23
..
11:18 a day later
..
I'll listen, from smithpeters side
gone down to dust along with him
yearning for the old days and ways you made me smile
then perhaps another will arrive
brash youth hitting stride and heart with lofted stones
that fall as soft as flowers tossed
*sigh*
I was right
no words
11:30

 

[butters]

old souls may walk through fragrant meadows
embrace the riot of senses
the raptures of colour
perfume
texture

hands brush urgent blossoms
yet still her gaze is drawn
to distant skies
the river's journey
deserts between meadows

to hold all this in careful palms
hatched with life's crossed paths and
bruise them not?

she walks her path
but sinks beneath her skin to dream
in silence, touching blue

 

[todski28]

your love reminds me of
a panel saw
smooth slide in
two counter rotating blades
honed sharp
the first pulls me in the second
cuts me apart.

 

[butters]

nicely done, tods

who knew dull words
those small plain things
could hold an edge so wafer-thin
be honed so sample-slicing keen
when wielded by a heart in pain?

 

[todski28]

who knew dull words
those small plain things
could hold an edge so wafer-thin
be honed so sample-slicing keen
when wielded by a heart in pain?

Words have no weight,
yet the substance of yours
ties me to my chair
binding me here,
a thick rope of nothing

 

[HarryHill]

5:29 Drunken Thursday
Lost in Nashville
looking for Le Club
a fresh sub
old thrills
another bottle
the brakes
oh shit!
5:36

 

[butters]

old thrills, new spills
break the bottle
spin jagged teeth in a hot new smile -
malignant anticipation

a grease-slick pearl of sweat
lets go
crosses the void
hits dust

 

[butters]

rapunzel's fucked
her and that wandering prince
a thick rope of nothing

all those years
to grow a false hope
in an absence of malice