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sophieloves said:
the trick is not to fight the waves
embrace the ocean
let the currents take you
become one with the blue
it's like coming home

beautiful !! :rose: Thinking you should look
at sensual metaphors thread.



;)
 
carousing around, lawn field
imagination. seeing bodies
fly, like dreams
taking new directions, away
from the given, to stop
in Strangeville. thick
dreams paper out
reading lines of coffee grounds
feeling beams of light, lighting down
from above. two roads
leading to no where.




...
 
The endgame of tongues
stippled with regret
is to wish it all back,
to have never made that bet
 
The Man

Polishing the knuckle on your enemy
When you ought to be a friend of me
Blood is the old way
While money is the new way
The scheme you live for your success
You live in this life but can't take to the next
So when St. Peter asks wherefore are your good deeds
You can tell him, on your corpse, laying far up your sleeve
Next to your blackberry in your Armani
Next to keys in your brand new Ferrari
Excuse me, sir, shouldn't you get a grip
Not on your life, but your soul, your trip
To the next world if there even is one,
And if there isn't, then you still haven't won
You'll sit rotting in the earth just like me,
Like a beggar, a theif, there will be no quarter for thee
 
CicatrixESP said:
Excuse me, sir, shouldn't you get a grip
Not on your life, but your soul, your trip
To the next world

wow :) deep



coming to grips
slick issues
dreamscapes
fevered longings
a name on his lips -
would it make a Saint blush?

only from envy
only from envy...
 
The mind is the devil
It's also your imagination.
Do you think you're dreams are ever pure?
Soft, pale, flesh on your fingertips,
The requiem of the noble is the birth of the wicked,
The temptation is the seduction.
The seduction is the temptation.

Oh how I wish I could crumble before you.
 
CicatrixESP said:
The mind is the devil
It's also your imagination.
Do you think you're dreams are ever pure?
Soft, pale, flesh on your fingertips,
The requiem of the noble is the birth of the wicked,
The temptation is the seduction.
The seduction is the temptation.

Oh how I wish I could crumble before you.

inner purity
makes the soiled flesh
the wicked mind
all the more
desirable
 
agreed! that was like reading a piece of me. we are people - that kind of people. at least, maybe i am. a new people person. so many truths in there it was like... well, not uncomfortable... revealing i guess. like catching a glance of your reflection in the mirror when you didn't expect to. thought provoking.
 
souless eyes crying over what was
glaring after experiencing what he did
gleaming sadistically, while thinking how he is still the same.

pain dripping from every pore in this ninety degree heat
no sign of relief in sight
an unexpected cold shower of love and happiness to clean the pain away.

a schoolgirls crush, giggle, and flirting
it's all happening again with someone new.

a clean slate this time around
superficially
pre-existing pain and suffering consume my heart.

a preoccupied heart being encouraged and set free
these emotions are too real
deja vu.

could it be
i think it is
im in love again.

whats so hard about letting it be known
weakness
thats all love is.

powerful and intoxicating
i cant believe i let it happen
maybe one day he'll know.

kisses so paralyzing
sex so promising
my legs are shaking.

starting to forget how my heart is torn
mending and nursing all its tears
im in love again.

eyes so alive
hopeful again
i love you.
 
hopeful again


that's an amazing feeling - if it's true for you i am happy for you. to live without hope is to merely exist.
 
To fall in love again
with all it's glory
and yes it's fears,
where every sunset
every drop of rain
is beautiful, but yet
I will pass it all
to be loving you,
My old forever love.
 
I'm outta booze

so speaks the heart.
True and undefy-ingly
dedicated. Traipsing along,
taking, wanting, tasting
tainting your virgin heart
to try, me on. Dry run test
to bend your pretzel
corrode your mind
making my wants, happen.
For love, is you
the champion of my soul.
who caters to every need,
known. Come play these fields,
sip this cup, tight fist
these caverns of catastrophic
prudence.Take your stand,
no ringing the bell, kneel
worship
and pray, it never
ends.




~~
 
the printed word
the electronic smile
couldn't hide the knife that hid
between the lines
- still cut me
 
Betrayal
I never believed
that of you,
Who loved
me so jealously,
guarded me
so closely.
Till I ran from
suffocation.
I knew you
were cruel
but you cut
me down
with lies
in public.
 
Nice stuff here all; bits of wonderful here.





That red enamel on your toes
Begs for an apology
From head to foot, crown to heel
Pausing only at the hem of your dress
So I may kiss it and genuflect before it
Your humble servant of thine,
Underfoot of the divine.
 
so clumsy clumsy
stupid youth fool me
red-faced and trembling
wanting to run and hide
 
a guiding hand
crucifixion becomes resurrection
shame to lust
both shaken and stirred
 
Poor I know, but...

Fresh cotton sheets rumpled,
Six legs and six arms entwined,
Frolicking, Laughing, Lusting, Loving
 
Passing ships on dulcet seas
I feel you close yet unseen
I feel your breath on my bare neck
I see the outline of your silouhette
Your words, the letters that I see
I foolishly hope you write for me
If even only inches away
You may as well be miles away
Yet in that salt air, of that wide sea
There floats a kiss meant for thee.
 
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