a little late night poetry

seXieleXie

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THIRST

Your mouth as necessary on mine as rain on the desert
(I remember thirst).
I remember unloading guns beneath a complex heaven
(they cut into my dreams).
I remember how bitterness tasted
(it was sometimes sweet).

Now in the black black behind your sleep
I am trying to hold your oceans
I am struggling to sparkle in your sky
I will collect your snowfalls in my arms
and watch them unfold.

In the North, you ache with loss
and wish for a sick day
to curl yourself away and cry.
The warmth of your voice
now burnt with loss
and everyone knows.

Everyone knows you are far too far too transparent
to hide away such a wanting.
Now whom is needed
and whom is needful?

You are older than I
but hand yourself over
a bird nestling into my hand.
"I am broken, I am broken"
you say as I stroke you to sleep.

Making tea of desperation
I know you are sterling.
No, I won't tell them.
No, I won't share you.
I am killing myself trying not to care.

I know you're too fine for this.
They've raised your hopes
now they've come to dash them.
Let me throw you deep into the stars
so you can see your heaven
and speak to your dead.

Lay on me the hands that never kill.
Stain my skin with breath
laced in coolth and stun.
Trace my form in the dark until it glows.

You are younger than your years
and I am older than mine.
Some midnight I will meet you in the midst
and cross your palm with my mouth.

Come here little bird,
let me lick your feathers back.
Come here to your complicated cat.

I have done my best to steer you away
now I swim in blame and sleep in fear.
When we go public, my china bird,
I'll let you tell the story.

When you hurt me
I won't let it show.

-Nicole Blackman
http://www.nicoleblackman.com/written.htm
 
only in dreams

what would happen if it went that way?
icicles would melt and the moon
would outshine the sun
I don’t believe you when you say
you aren’t sure of what you want
because actions speak louder than words
oh, I know what that look says
despite denial and the fluttering of eyelids
the words escape your mouth like
wishes from my fingers
I watch them-
the things we could do-
we could change the tide, send stars shooting,
start fires
(arson never was so much fun)
and maybe soon I’ll stop planting flowers
that don’t bloom
and stop waiting for the cow to jump
over the moon
but until then, let it rain
let the sky fall down around us
while our actions
speak for themselves

-lexie
 
I think that you could submit them on the poetry
board.......you could get feedback there ;)

tigerjen
 
tigerjen said:
I think that you could submit them on the poetry
board.......you could get feedback there ;)

tigerjen

i was just sharing for fun. when MM post poems people don't divert him to other boards...
 
Re: They're both beautiful SL.....

JaymesBlond007 said:
But shouldn't "Late night poetry" come late at night??

it's late at night somewhere in the world
;)
 
seXieleXie said:

i was just sharing for fun. when MM post poems
people don't divert him to other boards...


i hear ya.......just suggesting that's all :)
they are good though.....

tigerjen
 
Let me try this:






There once was a girl who was sexy,
Her beauty was unrivaled, yet quite vexing.
Her brain was too fat
Much too large for a hat
Come to think of it her name was LEXIE.
 
marxist, that was lame. let me show you how it's done:

I once knew a guy called Mark
he was short and his skin was quite dark
he had butt cheek sex
with a tattooed ex
and lives in a trailer park
 
seXieleXie said:
marxist, that was lame. let me show you how it's done:

I once knew a guy called Mark
he was short and his skin was quite dark
he had butt cheek sex
with a tattooed ex
and lives in a trailer park

:D
 
Not bad Lex, you're proficient at the limerick but how about the haiku?



Bowlers and derbys
None fit the skull of Lexie
Iced watermelon.
 
not bad?! your limerick didn't rhyme and it hardly scanned. i'll get back to you on the haiku, i need my sleep before classes begin tomorrow.
 
okay... let me just say i hate haiku and i've never been able to express anything profound or even humorous in 17 syllables.

the Marxist penis
tiny and chocolaty
like a tootsie roll.

:cool:
 
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