writing live

[vanslyker]

~no cheating allowed~
take all the time you want but start and finish your piece without leaving.
Don't edit either. Seeing your typos is like seeing your underwear when you did not want it to show. All the more delightful.
It must be erotic. Need not be disgusting, but what the hell, why not if that is your cup of tea or coffee.

rules: Don't pull it in from someplace else. Write now and spontaneously combust.

Don't be afraid to be a fool. I know about that stuff.

your right...you can't be an editor until you've had a chance to be a writer!

 

[darkerdreamer]

i cough on you
worse than a
half-smoked camel cigarette refry
dug from a downtown ashtray.
and yes,
i know just how awful
that smoke really is.

you are my vodka on the rocks,
sans the rocks;
watered down vodka
the absolute worst kind.

 

[darkerdreamer]

high-altitude nosebleed

this rythmic drip;
the only thing that has stayed with me
all these years.
it--like i--refuses to clot, or grow stagnant
for you.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I can write of pain,
of passion
of hurt. I can tell all
but to do so, leaves a sour taste
like bourbon on the rocks. all kick
with no kiss 'n tell
attitude for leftovers.

 

[darkerdreamer]

but sometimes i want to let that demon out,
cat,
you dig?
let him break a few necks, raise a little heck,

every dog,
even demon dogs,
have their day.

 

[Tathagata]

She showed up this morning so he is going to spank her with that fish.

.....

 

[unapologetic]

Foolish

Foolish though it seems,
I've never followed my dreams,
not the real ones anyway.
Dutifully plodding along
Never doing anything wrong,
At least not until today.
I'll run naked in the park
and stay out after dark
forsaking homework for play.
Singing loudly on the street
flipping off those that I meet
who don't get out my way.

Of course, those who know me good
know that I never could,
but it's an interesting idea, anyway.

 

[unapologetic]

~no cheating allowed~
take all the time you want but start and finish your piece without leaving.
Don't edit either. Seeing your typos is like seeing your underwear when you did not want it to show. All the more delightful.
It must be erotic. Need not be disgusting, but what the hell, why not if that is your cup of tea or coffee.

rules: Don't pull it in from someplace else. Write now and spontaneously combust.

Don't be afraid to be a fool. I know about that stuff.

Whoa, that was not easy.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I run a mile


with his thoughts and feelings.
put'm in my lil mixin' bag

shake'm real good. a tight fisted hold
to capture and never

release my five digit abracadabra dance,
letting memories dissolve into thin air.

a Milky Way rainbow of white wave dancing
giggles, galloping down Lil Reds path

telling nursery rhymes while doing
the naughty Bo Peep

in the forest of naked nymphs
and betting truckers.

 

[unapologetic]

Worms in the Rain

Picking my path carefully, trying not to step on the worms,
I wonder about my sympathy for these creatures.
somehow, when the rain comes down and
the worms come out, my inner five year old follows.

I notice the big ones and the little ones,
the pinker ones and the grayer ones,
and especially the ones that have been injured.
And I think about how I don't envy their lives.

I used to rescue them, you know? Moving them from
here to there, thinking I was making a difference.
Now I watch my feet, in high-heeled mary janes,
still carefully trying to make a difference to the worms.

 

[tungtied2u]

chromosonal chords
cellular composition
climbing, spiraling
a double helix intertwined
the very essence of existence
a fabric of melody and meaning
the sound of her voice
without it, life tears

 

[darkerdreamer]

i feel something like pain
sitting in the rain

he took the easy rhyme,
the easy poem.
the one that didn't dig and burrow and hurt.
the one that didn't leave him
naked in the spotlight,
covering his shame with similes.

he wrote that easy write,
the one that didn't dissect him,
label his organs alphabetically for his readers.
the one that let his inner good,
and inner evil, shine through.
he took the easy path,
and hit enter with his head hung in shame.

 

[darkerdreamer]

The Ice Cream Man

a ride that jumps with resonating bass
instead of Pop Goes the Weasel,
in black instead of white,
in a Cadillac instead of a truck.

yet, when the kids hear the jingle,
they all come running just the same.

through a inch and a half slit in the window,
they pass fivers to the mirror-shaded ice cream man,
he hands them back nickels and tensions
and they scatter like so many cockroaches
when the lights flick on.

back to the burrows,
the little hide-away-holes behind the fridges,
under the stairs.
they devour their treats, leaving refuse behind,
like wrappers,
broken glass and tiny zip-lock bags.

the music starts back up
and the ice cream man is off
to another block.

 

[wildsweetone]

it's in his smile
that devious play of thoughts
that passes through his mind,
the flirtation of hand
on breast, the kiss
of breath on leaking cunt,
the curl of tongue on toes.
There are shadows
where the sun would rise
though all he sees
are lips against a wine glass,
red nails on a thigh
and tomorrow's mothballs
back in his wallet.

 

[RhymeFairy]

this is not passion

this feeling of want
juices flowing, hard core
action of thrown to the wall, pool table spread
tank top down, flouncing tits blackening eyes.
listening to this pervert in the park,
who wants to be flashed
with crotchless panties while he plays
pocket pool. Or, listening to this spineless arse
in the gene pool who also wants flashed. what is it
with tits, cookies and ass
that gets him brick hard, ready for a ride.

passion, no. lust is my guess. lust
for a free for all orgy. the kind that has hair pulling,
screams for release of pent up jelly jams
that taste, so creamy 'n sweet. only to
double back and go at it again. if not passion
then lust. fill mine to the top
and yes, make it a double ~

 

[vampiredust]

A Nudge and A Wink


Reminders of last night's
shop-bought sex are dumped
outside mid morning:
ezee cheese, lickable paint.
The housewives with their picket
white breasts make all the local
boys veer off course, rise
the tides in the chests of every
local man. Their breath smells
of saltwater, women gossip
with a nudge and a wink,
with a nudge and a wink.

 

[RhymeFairy]

instant

this is the time I hate,


time to turn in. wishing beyond hope
to recall and retype every syllable.
notes taken, in profuse speed reading
of hearts and lives. when to
and not. knowing, tomorrow
looms.

another day of instant chills upon waking.
instant meals of sawdust and water.
instant moments, when time stands still
like a never ending echo of history
reliving itself, in one moment, one day.
then off to bed. repeat
rinse, spit.
repeat
spit
repeat


...

 

[vampiredust]

Women with cinderella breasts
blow salt kisses on the seafront.

Their Neptune lovers flex muscles
in competitions, win teddy bears,

spin clouds of candy floss with their
breath. Convertibles drive past,

each bass line thumping down
exposing backs, releasing sweat

streams. The erotic heat plays
its music, melts ice cream, empties

bodies of their coolants. Summer
winks and nudges, arches its back,

moaning as lovers release their breath
causing the sea to rise and fall.

 

[RhymeFairy]

if I gave you a taste

you would want more. so I sustain
from deviating, taking the unknown path.
I live in my shelter, of tease a bit
please, never. I want so much to
take it all. the bull, the race, the red tape
cut. but I stand
alone, showing a lil glimpse of my true self
here and there. hoping you
you
you
will place the pieces, fix my puzzle
and apply even strokes of honey
to glue me back together
again.

 

[tungtied2u]

My car is not
an extension of my penis
True it is slow to start
in the morning, as I pull it
from beneath the carport
get it warmed up and humming

It is compact, serviceable
comes and goes as needed
requires minimal maintenance
although I keep it clean,
apply the occasional coat of polish
then rub until spit shined

It handles well, fits into tight spaces
will surprise you with its speed
and staying power, while not opulent
has comfort to spare for passengers
who want to join for a ride

In the evening, I let it rest
tuck it in to its familiar sheath
where it remains, except
for unexpected emergencies
or special occasions, when it always
rises to the demands placed on it

My penis is an extension of my car.

 

[RhymeFairy]

why

he cannot write, has no soul.
you write,with heat and passion.
I scream, why ... why.

he helps me with every day things.
you help me keep my soul, intact.
I rant, why ... why.

he ask only, for a chance.
you ask me to wait, one day one day.
I silently cry, why ... why.

he pleads,for my hand.
you hold,my heart.
why ... why


...

 

[darkerdreamer]

xxxxxxxxxxx

 

[champagne1982]

Musty smells of decay tantalize
puppy paws and noses
dive into the muck
for just another glorious
moment of enjoyment
at the Earth's consumption
of death. The merganzer pair
paddles by, just beyond the edge
of muskeg shore that floats
on tannin pools, outside
the interested reach
of queries raised by ears
and paws lifted in excitement.
He barks and pleads for them
to come near and they swim
blythely by, caught up
only in each other, mates
with a duck in clutch
and the drake in proud display
at what's soon to hatch.
And the puppy wriggles in glee
at the scent deposited on his fur.

 

[RhymeFairy]

another worn page turned.
creased at the edges of time, I carry this legend.
to cross lines, I linger on words spoken
as well as written. skim across characters,
created from my life. observation of their craft
has taught me, so well. I learn to walk tall
as I spread my wings, to begin a new flight.


...

 

[tungtied2u]

two mattresses molded in singularity
sunken in certain places, to hold
torsos,asses, elbows and emptiness
heavy in their weightlessness

tossed and turned in an effort
to even the inequity of the day,
the springs poke back, prodding
memories wished left in dreams

these resting places give not, each
equally greedy, unwilling to relinquish
their claims upon the transient souls
wrapped in suffering shrouds seeking

solace, instead entombed, falling
into futures neither had envisioned
entwined in what ifs and how comes
instead of each others arms