Lands Mind

[_Land]

This thread is not about beautiful Poetry needing critique........ This is a place to let your emotions fly off the handle... a place to vent to express yourself as you see fit. No Rules...........Anarchy on the forum board............








What is wrong with me?


Words dont touch the pain that I feel
My mind, Heart, and Soul are numb
The emotions out of control, sending impulses
Raging through my conscience

Why is it always my fault
Why cant I get it right
"PERFECT" according to You
I am a total failure
There is No hope
Thoughts repeated again

The lonliness has never left
It has always been
Companionship lost?
It was never found
The mantis kills her mate
I to am dead

Everything I ever felt or did
Declared a lie, a story, a coverup
Efforts made in vain for not
What is Love? Is it Real?
Imagined like a dream

Is there someone out there?
Who could love me for who I am?
Not hate me for who I'm not?

 

[_Land]

Winters Heart, Cliffside Depression
Hope dashed




Garnett lost
Amethyst,Emerald, Diamond,Ruby


I rush away from the table
furiously wiping the tears from my face
My shattered heart bleeding
through the windows of my soul

I tried to be strong, bitter and cold
To show you that I would be ok
but i looked at the ring i gave you
I named each stone in my mind

Deborah, my purple passionate flower
Samuel, my evergreen tree
Jeremiah, my perfect clear water
Cindy, my flowing red life blood

Me, the garnett
taken out of the circle
smashed to a million pieces

 

[beths-virtue]

land , you write amazingly emotional poetry, thank you for having the courage to share this on such a public forum

 

[beths-virtue]

heres a poem , a bit pithy in retrospect , but still , wanted to post it...





Abode of the Fantasy

Where do my fantasies lie?
I dream of crushed velvet, satin smooth and liquid,
Corsets tightly laced.
Handsome daredevil men, with a gleam in their eye
Wearing tartans and furs.
Rough men, with rough hands, caressing the silken flesh between my thighs
Men who know who, and what they are
And are willing to follow their lusts.
I dream of thrilling crescendos, hot breath in my ear.
A man kneeling behind me, kissing my lower back,
My insides turning liquid with desire
Longing fulfilled
Whiskers tickling the flesh around my nipples
Soft bites and nibbles on the delicate skin between my neck and shoulder.
My dreams are scenes from bodice ripper novels
Come to life between my legs.

 

[_Land]

heres a poem , a bit pithy in retrospect , but still , wanted to post it...





Abode of the Fantasy

Where do my fantasies lie?
I dream of crushed velvet, satin smooth and liquid,
Corsets tightly laced.
Handsome daredevil men, with a gleam in their eye
Wearing tartans and furs.
Rough men, with rough hands, caressing the silken flesh between my thighs
Men who know who, and what they are
And are willing to follow their lusts.
I dream of thrilling crescendos, hot breath in my ear.
A man kneeling behind me, kissing my lower back,
My insides turning liquid with desire
Longing fulfilled
Whiskers tickling the flesh around my nipples
Soft bites and nibbles on the delicate skin between my neck and shoulder.
My dreams are scenes from bodice ripper novels
Come to life between my legs.

My Response


I lay awake at night thinking of you
a woman who's desires burn my senses
Her searing heat, igniting my wood
spontanius combustion

The fires of hell seem cold
compared to the passion
eminating from your eyes
Your flames ensnares me

I ache to be touched
to feel the energy flow
from your lips to mine
exchanging liquid flames

I long to feel you,
your fingers sqeezing
my engourged cock
making me moan


I need your wants
mount me, Ride me
Fuck me till we cum
listen to my beating heart

 

[beths-virtue]

I sit here , mounted on you
I lean my head forward ,
And curtains of my red hair
Protect us from the outside world.
Alarm clocks have no meaning
Phones never ring
Only you and me and this rhythm

 

[_Land]

This is the closest Ive been in forever

I sit here , mounted on you
I lean my head forward ,
And curtains of my red hair
Protect us from the outside world.
Alarm clocks have no meaning
Phones never ring
Only you and me and this rhythm

The rhythm of our hearts
beating to the timing
of our primal thrusts
our instinctive needs

leaving behind
any hint of normality
leaving the shackles of
misisonary positions

Becoming Animalistic
Roaring in pleasure
claws digging in
Teeth nashing

Grinding, bucking
Grimacing, grinning
Giving in to our greed
Lust is King

 

[beths-virtue]

Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

The rhythm of our hearts
beating to the timing
of our primal thrusts
our instinctive needs

leaving behind
any hint of normality
leaving the shackles of
misisonary positions

Becoming Animalistic
Roaring in pleasure
claws digging in
Teeth nashing

Grinding, bucking
Grimacing, grinning
Giving in to our greed
Lust is King

Love our Goddess
both of our bodies writing
sacred tomes of pleasure

the mattress, the floor, the kitchen table ,
our altars
dedicated to this passion

that flows like a river of lava
burning firey passages
across our mated flesh

 

[_Land]

Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

Love our Goddess
both of our bodies writing
sacred tomes of pleasure

the mattress, the floor, the kitchen table ,
our altars
dedicated to this passion

that flows like a river of lava
burning firey passages
across our mated flesh

Our flesh entwined
like ivy grown together
tied like a cord
woven tight

arms wrapped
fingers dug in
heels pressing
lips locked

One flesh now
no more the two
lovers forever
bound by the soul

 

[beths-virtue]

Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

Our flesh entwined
like ivy grown together
tied like a cord
woven tight

arms wrapped
fingers dug in
heels pressing
lips locked

One flesh now
no more the two
lovers forever
bound by the soul

the souls synergy,
of energies combined
carnal pleasure, the depths plumbed and mined
deeper in youll find the treasures
of loves longlasting pleasures

 

[_Land]

Re: Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

the souls synergy,
of energies combined
carnal pleasure, the depths plumbed and mined
deeper in youll find the treasures
of loves longlasting pleasures

the pleasure of growing closer together
seeds of fondness planted in spring
the rains of love, nourishing our roots
passionate moments one at a time
sprouting stalks, budding flowers

 

[beths-virtue]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

the pleasure of growing closer together
seeds of fondness planted in spring
the rains of love, nourishing our roots
passionate moments one at a time
sprouting stalks, budding flowers

flowers growing from fertile ground
who spilled this seed ,
who planted this rose
why is it that no one knows?

flowers grow in the strangest places,
growing from abandoned foundations
finding spaces to send down their seeking roots
in between the cracking mortar

 

[_Land]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

flowers growing from fertile ground
who spilled this seed ,
who planted this rose
why is it that no one knows?

flowers grow in the strangest places,
growing from abandoned foundations
finding spaces to send down their seeking roots
in between the cracking mortar

The mortar in the foundation of my home is cracked
the walls are falling down around me
The ceiling caving in

The inspector came by today to say my love was condemed
nothing else that i can do but watch as it comes down
looking to see if there is anything left but rubble

 

[beths-virtue]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

The mortar in the foundation of my home is cracked
the walls are falling down around me
The ceiling caving in

The inspector came by today to say my love was condemed
nothing else that i can do but watch as it comes down
looking to see if there is anything left but rubble

rubble and wreckage of love once so carefully structured
given time everything falls down from neglect

but the ground still remains

 

[beths-virtue]

Land, i think i am about <> that far from giving up on this whole chapter poem .. its ok.. but man what a scope.. makes you feel like youre drivign cross country just reading it.. from suburbia to the wild countryside, and back again , touring the "projects"
of each chapter, like blocks in the city.. plus,
i think , even though others may be reading, you and i are the only two writing it ..

 

[WickedEve]

I've been reading! But I didn't want to butt in (for once) because I thought you two were cybering... but in a poetic way, of course.

 

[_Land]

Land, i think i am about <> that far from giving up on this whole chapter poem .. its ok.. but man what a scope.. makes you feel like youre drivign cross country just reading it.. from suburbia to the wild countryside, and back again , touring the "projects"
of each chapter, like blocks in the city.. plus,
i think , even though others may be reading, you and i are the only two writing it ..

Beth, I would love for others to participate. I started this thread as a place to express, with out critique. Anyone is welcome to jump in, inspiration comes from many places, even the god forsaken _Land. You have inspired me my virtue, truly inspired.
Thank You for picking the rose, and letting me smel it. It is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen or smelled. <LFMF> _Land

 

[_Land]

Wicked

I've been reading! But I didn't want to butt in (for once) because I thought you two were cybering... but in a poetic way, of course.

Wicked, my sensual friend please play with us. We are not shy <WEG> This is a very open thread, that I started for simple expression...... letting off steam, and man did it get steamy.
That beths-virtue sure knows how to warm me up, now all we need is a glass of wine. There is no specified subject, although we have been using something out of the previous Poems last line. That was done purely on accident to start, although it has been challenging and fun.



Everyone may play it it was private it wouldnt be on this forum. "Inspire someone today" _Land

 

[_Land]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

rubble and wreckage of love once so carefully structured
given time everything falls down from neglect

but the ground still remains

To the Queen of the double entendre



The ground was freely given
a place to build a home
a lush and fertile _land
for your garden to grow
Its heart is always open
for you and yours alone

 

[beths-virtue]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: This is the closest Ive been in forever

To the Queen of the double entendre



The ground was freely given
a place to build a home
a lush and fertile _land
for your garden to grow
Its heart is always open
for you and yours alone

oh no... fertile _land.....

terrified dreams of houses with swollen bellies ....



>


poem for today .. still in progress....

Tell me another myth
you know i have heard them all
a happy poet cannot rhyme
nor a sad writer orate
all these falsehoods i so hate
i put a rest to all of that
mistaken assumptions

every word i write proves fit for publication


i dont know, it seemed a good start, but , it got stalled out, stranded on the side of the highway...
kind of bleak, considering the text ...

 

[_Land]

oh no... fertile _land.....

terrified dreams of houses with swollen bellies ....



>


poem for today .. still in progress....

Tell me another myth
you know i have heard them all
a happy poet cannot rhyme
nor a sad writer orate
all these falsehoods i so hate
i put a rest to all of that
mistaken assumptions

every word i write proves fit for publication


i dont know, it seemed a good start, but , it got stalled out, stranded on the side of the highway...
kind of bleak, considering the text ...

perhaps:
Tell me a myth
I have heard them all
a happy poet can not rhyme
Nor a sad writer orate (I question the use of the word orate)
false hoods that i hate (not sure what you meant by definition)
put to rest
mistaken assumptions

Every word fit for consumption
free speech my epiphony
mine to wield as i will
served when gay
served when tortured
impressionitstic view expressed
giggled or screamed
they mean what they mean

 

[_Land]

Releasing the caged
setting it free
making room for more

All night I raged
letting it flee
Showing it the door

anger engaged
blinded i see
as i pound my fist on the floor

 

[beths-virtue]

Releasing the caged
setting it free
making room for more

All night I raged
letting it flee
Showing it the door

anger engaged
blinded i see
as i pound my fist on the floor

this is great... any title for it.. short poetry is under appreciated.. i like it however,

its like a quick flash glimpse,
like passin the scene of a gruesome car accident, driving 70 miles an hour, all you get is a glimpse of the wreckage and a the spattered blood on the highway
but still as you rubberneck driving away, it stays with you , and makes you think, of life and death and fate

 

[_Land]

any suggetions for a title?

 

[beths-virtue]

ild love to suggest something, but i have no idea what....