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[UnderYourSpell]

Some men are pretty good to be around
make you laugh feel ok about yourself,
even if you are past the first flush.
That certain look, you smile inside
and know
it's not just flattery
and glad they are around
to make up for the assholes
that slither through your life
with pretty words that don't mean shit

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You stayed and talked for such
a short while,
then you turned and walked
out of my life,
did you find me wanting in some way
not what you expected?
Baffled I sit and wonder why
you sought me out
just to leave without a word.
I see you in the crowd
acting like it never happened
no words for me now
only unanswered questions.

 

[IAboy]

Very good. Lots of emotion

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Thankyou kind sir and welcome to the mad bad poetry section may you find enlightenment and your socks shocked off you

 

[RhymeFairy]

I come, trancelike
not knowing where I've been
or where it is I am supposed to go

there was
a beginning to this day
and end too
but the most I recall is the middle
where the chaos swirls and confusion begets
a beginning of little boys laughter
a prom queens beguiling smile, to coerce them on.
yes, go ahead, push

shove. ride the demons back
standing room stir-ups, amazement everywhere as
the yarn unrolls. watching as mother
falls apart. a new beginning, a new chance.
a new day, where tomorrow stood at sunrise

wishful thinking - dreams ahead and a night
ending while tears roll with a shawl of sorrow
shrouding, silently shaking shoulders ....


....

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Dull need thrums in the belly calling
like a rotary dialed number
just clicking endless 9s back
to busy signals and answerless
ringing ringing this is how

I wait. Days stack like last year's
directories past knees until I am
wading in them, all the time clicking
9 times then a finger leads me on

to the metal moon of hope
crescent as a fingernail
as yet unbitten.

 

[miss_trust]

time

taking time in blue-lit light
between the breath held against my breast
blue, unlike cool, darkened night
blue, kinder but searing like flame at its hottest
this time you take, i'd like it back
don't judge me harsh and selfish
dark, distant but zooming in, no details lack
dark, not only because you've let me languish
i'm here, been here all along
once we were so close
but now that blue is going dark
and future looks less hopeful

 

[miss_trust]

idea born
tickle the sky with whispers of 'why'
blessed and torn
living will come dead more than some
watching through time
evolve and create the living won't sate
world as a mime
think and become more than just One

 

[miss_trust]

tin and tiny hopes
against a land of bicycle spokes
danger in closeness for punctured hearts
arc up - lose the facade

it's funny to realize you're human

ache to break your eyes
masticate the sight of a ponderous landslide

heartily laugh at self and pride
each hope ballooned and poked
reverence dashed on dancing rocks
eat your hubris and remember you're human

 

[miss_trust]

draw that line, that line
of beauty
beyond which there is
nothing
so, beautiful, so
what is this line
may i cross it
or is this a line, a line
of beauty
and of walls

 

[bflagsst]

ten in ten minutes, plus or minus

The mystery began
with what you hid,
it started with a sin,
that's just the way it is,
there was no form
'til you came around,
with your tastes
and controversies,
liberating he who drank
from your mouth

 

[PandoraGlitters]

A truck driver yelled
something about a plane
from the gridlock.
I thought about safe landings
and precautionary provisions
and geese. Every journey

is hemmed with coins
tossing in our sleep.
I shop flight fares anyway
because too much of me
is stretched fingers through
a net.

 

[RhymeFairy]

in the faith ..

in the willingness ...

in the resurection of

a thread. that once was a daily measure of feelings
thoughts

that gave meaning to what
is going on, what makes a difference
a thread that, brings life
a rebirth
a come - get me look

writing live

write, what's on your mind
what means something

something

to you ....


.............


I miss you
my love

my love.

Something, someone

so simply said but with such

meaning. My heart beats.
Each breath echoes, regurgitates and sets forth
a motion
a memory

in life
where, here

lately
the last seven months

to be exact
you have led my heart
with every thought
every emotion.

You come and go as I sit
and take care of my

business
while in my inner mind I wish


to stand tall
to stand beside

you.

Hand
in hand
body to body. Every

day

a new day. But you always elude and side-step
another appointment ... work
and the daily grind of life
weather and take
you

away

from me. To be with you. On the nights
blithering cold, hot as sin. Slaving
away, on the ride. Mouth

to mouth,
body waves erupting and taking
us, away. I want
to be there ... my love. When the blistering
rays of light, awake
us. Adorning our bodies, with the suns first
french
kiss. Licking away the morning


dew drops from your body. Worshipping
you, throughout

the daily grind of work, chores
play and daily rituals of what makes
us, us. I wish to be

the reason you awake with a smile

on those cranberry lips, that taunt and tease

that worship my body with intent. That only
leads to another, going home
and doing your ritual. I should be

the ritual that you

live for, for you are mine. You are the
reason I await, the evening clouds,
the stars that shine ... the

reason I wish for more time,
more
you,
here
with me. One day, I know,


It seems I am always waiting for

one



day .....




I need a hobby, lol ....

 

[DevilOrAngel]

ain't it funny

Aint it funny
ain't love grand
found you on the inernet
500 miles isn't very far
yet still too far away
as I have no car
phone lines bring us closer
eyes closed imagining each other
Hands roaming over our own bodies
pinching,pulling thrusting, lusting
2 hearts beating as one
silently sighing and crying
wondering if and when
we will ever meet
wanting waiting aching
for each other's touch




(be gentle please)

 

[tungtied2u]

apartment
alone
alive........apparently

who knows ?

hushhhhhhhhh !

silence
stifling
suffocating......slowly

waiting for a reason

to breathe again

 

[WickedEve]

apartment
alone
alive........apparently

who knows ?

hushhhhhhhhh !

silence
stifling
suffocating......slowly

waiting for a reason

to breathe again

You could be living in your apartment with wolverines.

According to wikipedia, a wolverine is about the size of a medium dog, but it can kill prey as large as a moose.

Are you as large as a moose, tung?


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We name his night baby
Lightning. Birthless child's pale,
a white lightning.

Belly fat is fetus
and I am monster, foolish,
coming for baby in semi-shuteye darkness,
when papa has mother instinct.

Mornings are light,
without the lightning,
and monsters wait on the moon.

 

[tungtied2u]

You could be living in your apartment with wolverines.

According to wikipedia, a wolverine is about the size of a medium dog, but it can kill prey as large as a moose.

Are you as large as a moose, tung?

The company would be welcome. i get along with wolverines...i attended Michigan. (until the drugs took their toll)

 

[WickedEve]

The company would be welcome. i get along with wolverines...i attended Michigan. (until the drugs took their toll)

I hope you find passive, humorous, and well groomed wolverines to live with.
(You're the first person I've ever had to say that to.)


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Pain is a cup of coffee
and morning comes nine days a week.
Serve me

away from polite table conversation,
serve me against log
and chinking,
to the brim,
my roof burning.

I float in the carafe,
waiting for morning.

 

[tungtied2u]

I hope you find passive, humorous, and well groomed wolverines to live with.
(You're the first person I've ever had to say that to.)


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Pain is a cup of coffee
and morning comes nine days a week.
Serve me

away from polite table conversation,
serve me against log
and chinking,
to the brim,
my roof burning.

I float in the carafe,
waiting for morning.

in the calm of the evening
and the company of spirits
i hear the call
of cool dirt and wiggling worms
promising peace of mind

deep definite desirable

embraced by Mother Earth
welcomed back without prejudice
piece by piece
until the purist part of me
finally fulfills its purpose

to nurture, to nourish

to give in a way denied in life

 

[WickedEve]

Cricket, cricket,
scarf down your alfalfa,
sagebrush,
other Mormon crickets, no wonder

our young fell to baby dust,
except dreaming
Lynn. Mama put her to sleep
with a mandolin.
Crickets came,

perched on her nose, and if
she had woken, Mormons would have chewed her
to powdery bits.

 

[tungtied2u]

i grew from oak trees
to impatiens, pink lace
from blue jeans, unbound
by societies fences, tied
instead to genetic makeup

bark bent back to expose
a soft underbelly, begging
to shed its gray exterior
for a brilliance buried too long
by preconditioning and self denial

(to be continued)

 

[tungtied2u]

Feeling kinda country....

Past tense

I started thinking of you
so I had a drink or two
to try to get you out of my mind
how you smiled as we walked in the sun

I picked the poison of my choice
As i recalled the music of your voice
and the echo of your laughter
when I promised You would always be my one

days pass, nighttime looms
now it’s only me in these empty rooms
which You used to fill with life and joy
when the promise of forever bloomed

I tasted magic when You kissed me
so much stronger than this whiskey
and the bottle I clutch in my arms
is cold comfort compared to Your caress

Now my heart stands drained and empty
like the dead soldiers lining my pantry
which I use to mark the time
that I’ve lived with this hole in my chest

nights pass, morning breaks
dried tears streak my face
the future seems to make no sense
in a life viewed in past tense

 

[Bedtime Storyteller]

sticky
thick
sweat beads
wet
warm
fan blows
lazy
limp
summer comes

 

[RhymeFairy]

I've tried the drinking. I've sat in silence
awaiting that sweet ambrosiaS arsenic to grip
inside, where hearts are buried and nights pass
where pleasantries are softly spoken.

This my token, a brilliant sense of humor, pulling
closer, sliding down another shot. This one should
do it - should, shroud my memories in darkness where
your giggles no longer awake me. This one

may

keep my feet planted and your fingers, will no more
glide across hot, molten skin - begging, for your
tough. Lips pressed, indenting
my thighs with bubbles of laughter
as each pop kiss, ploughs through me,
engaging my soul into another round,
another - we will make it, my one
my love.

We really shouldn't do this, but damned
if I care. The liquor has licked me clean, leaving
behind a basic picture. The one where,
the white picket fence still calls and
I always answered, yes
to the last call ~~


...

 

[tungtied2u]

one minute more,
if i make it, another
still looms large
a shadow down an alley
late at night, unending

never mind the dumpster, sitting
along the side, it's just a rest stop
with rats foraging,looking,
for company and a meal
detritus, life's throwaways

some people dive, others just curl up
a fetid fetus, life drained
lacking tools or wherewithal
to stare into the face of solitude
how much easier it is, to use a newspaper
for a shroud, rather than read it