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UnderYourSpell said:
Sorry about that I had been out celebrating my wedding anniversary lot of good it did me I ended up in A & E till 3 am with a pulled hamstring and had to be put on valium to try and relax my muscles. God knows how I did it doc thinks it was just by stranding up wrong sometime on Monday and he says I must never drink coffee again either because its all cramp related ... painkillers arent working I am in agony here

sorry to hear it! poor you, take it easy :rose:
 
Honey123 said:
It's time
for me
to move on

I cried
my last tear
for you

everything changes, honey. the time always comes when no more tears are worth shedding, but i like this because it has a mood of mind strength and not any sense of whinging. it's about action not apathy. the second half can be seen two ways, from where i stand -it can be heard as defiant, yet at the same time almost acknowledgement that the last tear was a specific gift to the one it was shed for, like some commemoration of what was. i don't know, that's how i see it. i like to look at things from different angles.
 
sophieloves said:
everything changes, honey. the time always comes when no more tears are worth shedding, but i like this because it has a mood of mind strength and not any sense of whinging. it's about action not apathy. the second half can be seen two ways, from where i stand -it can be heard as defiant, yet at the same time almost acknowledgement that the last tear was a specific gift to the one it was shed for, like some commemoration of what was. i don't know, that's how i see it. i like to look at things from different angles.

You put it lovely, Sophie.

Yes...everything change...all wounds heal.

When you reach out to someone you love, and you are pushed aside and you cry...and cry...sometimes, you forget who you are crying for? Or what you are crying about....

I cried my last tear last night in bed...and I really know it's time to move on. :kiss:
 
onwards and upwards, Honey. their loss. now you have new horizons. the view can be magical :kiss:
 
sophieloves said:
onwards and upwards, Honey. their loss. now you have new horizons. the view can be magical :kiss:

I agree, Sophie.

My heart may not..but my head does! :)
 
On this Fall, before the Autumn
On this afternoon before the night
Alone before the loneliness
Seeing before losing sight

In these thoughts before ideas,
Are words I'll never write,
Are volumes never spoken,
Where wrongs second rights

On this Fall, before the Autumn
In this grey befallen sky,
Dawns the underbreath of solitude
Under every heavy sigh
 
CicatrixESP said:
On this Fall, before the Autumn
On this afternoon before the night
Alone before the loneliness
Seeing before losing sight

In these thoughts before ideas,
Are words I'll never write,
Are volumes never spoken,
Where wrongs second rights

On this Fall, before the Autumn
In this grey befallen sky,
Dawns the underbreath of solitude
Under every heavy sigh

oh! this is remarkable, Cicatrix. honest to god - it read so smoothly bu that last verse - my god! 'the underbreath of solitude'!! wow, wish i'd written that. i like everything about this poem. everything. but that last verse, it brings me back and back to it. i think maybe it scans just that touch better than the former - but LE SIGH. so so lovely. :rose:
 
sophieloves said:
oh! this is remarkable, Cicatrix. honest to god - it read so smoothly bu that last verse - my god! 'the underbreath of solitude'!! wow, wish i'd written that. i like everything about this poem. everything. but that last verse, it brings me back and back to it. i think maybe it scans just that touch better than the former - but LE SIGH. so so lovely. :rose:

Thanks Sophie :rose: Too kind :eek:
 
CicatrixESP said:
Thanks Sophie :rose: Too kind :eek:

no, i really meant it - i want a t-shirt with that printed on:

the underbreath of solitude

awesome phrase! dead goth :D
 
Standing outside the door,
having just slammed it shut,
I wait. Like all women (and
men for all I know), I want
to be chased.

No poetry in honesty, but
beauty still. I wonder will I
ever lock the door.

Please turn the knob, please,
before I do.



(Meh, not quite what I wanted it to be, but I'll try again later.)
 
For god's sake don't go chasing me
My sacro iliac has a sprain
and to all intents and purposes
I've been run over by a train.

Dreadful poem I know but they have put me on Valium!
 
Roughshod angles subtend arcs
and move effortlessly on bone
as drippings from from the jaw
are lascivious yearnings
for the helpless

inhuman as humans are
we forgive nothing
and forget everything
and waste away
in the chatter of our own lies

manmade lead or steel
moving effortlessly through bone
roughshod angles
searing histories
and burning homes
 
Tathagata said:
1.

The dogs are barking
outside
stupid sanctimonious temple dogs
shredded
through the screen door
I ignore them
the danger isn't out there
it's in here
with me

2.

The ice cubes rattle
the ice cubes death marimba
a penultimate phlegmy breath
a voodoo necklace
snake eyes
the ice cubes rickety
rattle
with each sip

3.

Maybe she has a tail
a gravy splotch birthmark
inside her thigh
she may be a grotesque
under the bargain whore
dress ,peek a boo panties
maybe there's a second diminutive head
eyes unopened
petrified brain
under her breast
what ever it is
she wants someone to fix her
i am through playing doctor

4.

The lamb of god
is in the crock pot
with lentils
bay leaves
secret sacred pontifical spices
and in 10 hours
i will be a cannibal
for Jesus

5.

the hand of fate
gnarled
wooden
weak and rheumatoid
gestures
language for the deaf
lip readers are lost and shuffle in place
but those of us
who read the waters
who read the tombstones
who read the eyes
of zombie pedestrians
understand
and move off
in spite of the fact

I'm not sure about the numbers though I suppose you need them to keep it tied together, but this is very, very good. Yeah, you know where it needs editing so fuggedaboudit.

And the sig line is pretty wonderful, too. :)

PS I know why you used the numbers in the first place, but who am I do give away your secrets? :heart:
 
I want to reach out
and touch you
to feel your lips
upon mine
to run my fingers
down your skin
to breath you in
to taste you.

I want to hold you
tight against me
to feel your heart
beat with mine
to melt within
your hot skin
to use my tongue
to taste you.
 
Redundant

The 'seventies cooker
has been replaced
by something new.
Dumped in a skip,
it grins at the moon;
waiting for hands
to undress it, part
by part, until it feels
the heat and burning.
 
Laundry day

she's doing laundry
getting all the dirt out
dropping the clothes in
as she undresses him,
piece by piece, in her mind
taking her time, she pictures
sweat and stains on sheets
wrinkled over time, energy spent
in eager consumption, turning
tumbling,submerging, surfacing
for air, cycle upon cycle
remembering the final spin
plastered against the wall
twisted, limp and wrung out
 
volcanic core, melted
simmering juices
justified in a simple drive, work,
home. then play. come here
my pet, perhaps a slow
ride shall get your juices
flowing. lips, nips, bite

bite

nipping caresses tag you. one end drops
to another on top
tied and tried. your showing
is but a blessing
to behold. held within, milking
begins. up, then down. take
what is mine. we have time, to ride
torrents of temptation, taking
what I what. giving pleasures
demand. on your knees. suckle
every drop. don't stop, till I
command. hand to hair, grasping you
up. lick
taste
take, my offering of hard
loving, as temperatures rise. defy,
me not. slurp my crop, your cock
has flopped, I shall begin a new reign
of rod and cuffs. corrupt
and tease. nipples tweaked, pinching
out, every emotion. every notion
I demand. lick me
bottom to top. pay, play particular
attention to this extension
from mymidriff of pink
of soft, silk. your honey pot
overflows, awaiting
your growth. shall I taste
or suck? take you,
as mine. first behind then we begin
again. Nipples pinched. tasty cock
submerged
not a sound
to be heard. slow moans erupt
groaning out pleasures, free
hand. heartily instigated
as actions are fornicated.
come my pet, enjoy my growing
with your gelding, sweltering
pleasure.




:catroar:
 
I beg you on bended knee please lie with me
I will crawl till my lips lovingly embrace
and devour succulent juices.
Make you rise and accept your every wish,
your stripe of ownership upon my back,
my buttocks, my need your need,
My Lord please lie with me ...
 
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