December Writer's Thread

[maynard]

this one isnt that great...but i wrote it here at work today, so shaddup

i swear i'm gonna start posting in these again...this is an ode to my bed


my alarm clock is buzzing
is it 6:30 already?
just give me another 20 minutes, please
and then 20 more
nestled somewhere between goose down feathers and an egg crate i've found true happiness
and here comes monday to rip it all away

that fucking bitch.

it's cold out today
i can tell by the way the sun is shining in through my window
or rather, by the way it isn't
i attempt to hoist myself out of bed, failing miserably
if at first you don't succeed, hit the snooze button
it's amazing how easily you can take a shower with your eyes closed

i'm running late, as usual
hey, no parking! what a surprise
good thing, i really feel like wasting $14 on the parking garage today
seriously, i've got half a chub just thinking about it
i manage to get lost even though i know where i'm going
i know exactly what i'm doing when i get home...

[Liftedtrance]

lol. thats awesome maynard.

[empath]

pantalones-- a humorous poem,
by empath (read aloud):


pants
pants
pants

pants
pants
pants

pants
pants
pants
pants
pants
pants
pants

[IcePrincess2250]

:haha:

[cleophite]

I don't know why, but that cracked me up.

[empath]

the power of poetry.

[ggfab]

understanding the you and the me
accepting things the way they are
hoping for the best but expecting the worst deep down

maybe this time it will be
one more strength
standing tall and walking into the wind

driven to be successful
appointed
faith in miniscule porportions

death or life?
a choice

[ggfab]

this one isnt that great...but i wrote it here at work today, so shaddup

i swear i'm gonna start posting in these again...this is an ode to my bed


my alarm clock is buzzing
is it 6:30 already?
just give me another 20 minutes, please
and then 20 more
nestled somewhere between goose down feathers and an egg crate i've found true happiness
and here comes monday to rip it all away

that fucking bitch.

it's cold out today
i can tell by the way the sun is shining in through my window
or rather, by the way it isn't
i attempt to hoist myself out of bed, failing miserably
if at first you don't succeed, hit the snooze button
it's amazing how easily you can take a shower with your eyes closed

i'm running late, as usual
hey, no parking! what a surprise
good thing, i really feel like wasting $14 on the parking garage today
seriously, i've got half a chub just thinking about it
i manage to get lost even though i know where i'm going
i know exactly what i'm doing when i get home...

I love this and it makes me SOOO much more thankful when reading that I quit the old nine to fiver a year ago! Getting up early is ludicrous.

[Chicago]

Driving down the highway with the windows rolled down
Refreshing cold December air washing over my face
The sweet melancholy smell of leaves burning all around me
And the song is on that always reminds me of her

Thinking of her and how we split apart
And the times I sat on the swing in the park next to our old place
Thinking of her and crying,
Remembering our time in that old coach house.

Wondering if we will follow the same course
If I will ever find myself driving by our places
If there will ever be a song that reminds me of you
If I will ever cry when the memory of your smile gets fuzzy

I love you with all of my heart and can’t imagine life without you
But I’m too old, experienced, and jaded to use words like forever
So I cherish the here and now, storing as much as I can away
To get me through the winter that may be ahead

For all the critics this was never meant to be a finished poem, more a thought and feeling I had on the drive home from Celia's I wanted to capture for later use. I decided to share.

[Yakko Red]

more a thought and feeling I had on the drive home from Celia's I wanted to capture for later use. I decided to share.

That's all that's important, especially when it comes to this thread

[maynard]

Driving down the highway with the windows rolled down
Refreshing cold December air washing over my face
The sweet melancholy smell of leaves burning all around me
And the song is on that always reminds me of her

Thinking of her and how we split apart
And the times I sat on the swing in the park next to our old place
Thinking of her and crying,
Remembering our time in that old coach house.

Wondering if we will follow the same course
If I will ever find myself driving by our places
If there will ever be a song that reminds me of you
If I will ever cry when the memory of your smile gets fuzzy

I love you with all of my heart and can’t imagine life without you
But I’m too old, experienced, and jaded to use words like forever
So I cherish the here and now, storing as much as I can away
To get me through the winter that may be ahead

For all the critics this was never meant to be a finished poem, more a thought and feeling I had on the drive home from Celia's I wanted to capture for later use. I decided to share.


You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to pixel freak again.


touching work, man. :thumbsup:

[Yakko Red]

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to pixel freak again.


touching work, man. :thumbsup:

:catalyst:

[EmmaK]

am i the only one who's too paranoid about intellectual property to post my unpublished work? :ontome:

[Yakko Red]

yes

[Chicago]

legally posting said works on the internet is a form of publishing and since it has a date and time attached to it, the ownership can be established by it's initial publication

[Chicago]

thanks guys I've been in a writing slump for awhile now and am just rewetting my pencil. I will post more when I have them.

[EmmaK]

yes

OOOOOOOOOOOOH! does that make me all individual-like? :specialed:

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[Yakko Red]

OOOOOOOOOOOOH! does that make me all individual-like? :specialed:

http://www.thundercatsprideland.com/navigation%20page/Assets/images/Smackdownpics/Special%20Ed%20is%20happy.gif

yes

[EmmaK]

legally posting said works on the internet is a form of publishing and since it has a date and time attached to it, the ownership can be established by it's initial publication

i'm talking about published in things like a journal, lit mag, book, etc. don't you dare take issue with me on this and assume i'm saying that posting something on the internet isn't official doesn't, doesn't claim rights, etc. i'm saying that i'm not comfortable posting MY work anywhere unless it has been previously copyrighted.

[Chicago]

easy killer, I'm just saying that publishing on the internet has stood up in court as a common law copyright

[Yakko Red]

i'm talking about published in things like a journal, lit mag, book, etc. don't you dare take issue with me on this and assume i'm saying that posting something on the internet isn't official doesn't, doesn't claim rights, etc. i'm saying that i'm not comfortable posting MY work anywhere unless it has been previously copyrighted.

WOAH WOAH WOAH

Calm down there tex, if you don't want to post anything because you feel uncomfortable doing so, then don't.

[EmmaK]

yes

thanks for confirming
a question i had wondered
for years--now i know.


time to hop on the
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[MattaKnox]

i'm talking about published in things like a journal, lit mag, book, etc. don't you dare take issue with me on this and assume i'm saying that posting something on the internet isn't official doesn't, doesn't claim rights, etc. i'm saying that i'm not comfortable posting MY work anywhere unless it has been previously copyrighted.

actually, your copyright is secured once you create the work.

[FutonBunny]

(the spacing is important so i had to use periods instead of spaces...you get the point)

Il Mattino (the morning)

Follow my gaze…
........Out
..............Out
....................Out
...........................across that great green stretch of cut glass

peaks and foam make and break alliances
......rushing to greet one another, embracing, and then fleeing to find another
............all the way to where the sullen sky comes to kiss the rocky surface.

That sky…
.......colored as if its artist became enthused with over soaked water colors.
............brush sopping with tangerine blotting out the watery midnight blue

Sudden rough hands
snaking around my torso, skewing the satin of my sash
and a sending breath through my hair.

(Mio core, such a greeting)

Cheek to temple
shoulder to arm
watching the sky’s artist grow bolder with her colors .

(il mio cuore è su fuoco)

As the eye of the day opens to watch, puffing the collected cirrus of sleep out of view

that bright pupils watches our embrace

[Chicago]

I still love that one. The imagery is awesome.

[Cambria]

It's kinda long so I doubt most of you will read it....


Jesus left on a train. He held tight till almostmorning and closing your eyes he let you roll off his arm and gently slipped off. Down metal stairs off the platform and disappeared in engine smoke. You didn’t cry. Five hours later you tossed your hand and prayed to the new carolina moon. And what was now done would never be unraveled or dreamed about or remembered in near waking 4 am. Was it then? I can never remember when it happened? It’s okay. It was done and who were you to look and say “gee he should have stayed because I needed him and I shouldn’t be alone”. You didn’t cry when Jesus left because it was time. I asked how you knew Jesus and what did he look like? You shrugged your shoulders. You always do that when no answer came to mind. “but that’s not when it all went down,” you told our group, our afterhours group of poets and wannabe novelists. Our group of potsmokers and red wine drinkers straight from the bottle, our Wednesday-night friends who cheered you on as you read, who you cheered the loudest for. We were not your friends we were our worshippers who came to mutiny. A mutiny because we couldn’t be you and sick of the who is in love with who. Not you but your words, how many times did you say that? You wanted separation and validation. And not too sad. You claimed the train is not where it went down said it was when the iron monster hit your lover and left none for your devouring. (none of us believed there was a cancer inside but we knew you were dying)
And we watched you one night on the velvet couch a friend spent hours picking out. You were struggling for breath. Our black hair molded in the dark couch our sick raven with pale thick skin. Chest raising highly then sinking pausing for just seconds to struggle again. Some one gave you breath told you to hold it for thirty seconds and when you let it go you would be better at least good enough to get up and leave the reading. Not enough air in our lungs too much powder in your nose, that’s our girl.
The others. knew. “What a sight” she said to me “to drop your fifty unwanted pounds in two shorts months. A miracle diet you inhale and I know what it’s like, ridden on their black tar roads. So sticky and so relaxing. I tasted ecstasy in white balloons. and fell too.” I was afraid I would be like our. Be like our friend who leaped on the tracks chasing the headlights. She’s seen more than us more of us.
My dreams are too deceiving. I see you in every drop of poetry in every piece of rainfall. You won’t try to contact me. Why should you? I never made an attempt to stay. No one does. No one stays. But I remember when your lover flowed through like the fifth cup of black coffee made in french yellow kitchens. You told us of how he would brush your hair with thumbs and speak nothing. You wrote about it. You wrote all night and lied about when you slept. We were supposed to believe you were different. Just because you fell in love with boys and girls made your no different. But your poetry. Your confusingastoundingpulledoutoftalenandmadehereamuse poems. We loved you. I loved you. Did we? Did I? Was it you or your words? It doesn’t matter does it? I loved waking next to you to move the pieces of thick hair that had stuck with sweat to the side of your face off of your red cheek and at dinner I would passyouthecarrots please. Was I allowed to do that? I know you stifled so many things. All in my dreams. What was it like to do so many lines and still be so loved?

[EmmaK]

Il Mattino (the morning)



(Mio core, such a greeting)


(il mio cuore è su fuoco)



i like when a foreign language is utilized in snippets for artistic purposes :thumbsup:

[FutonBunny]

i like when a foreign language is utilized in snippets for artistic purposes :thumbsup:

:yes: i was a vocal major for a while and i sang a lot of itallian airas, one of them was about a sunrise, i took snippets from it. this poem was an excercize in imagery for my poetry writing class.

[darkenetiks]

ever wonder what it's like to engineer your own demise?
to rid yourself of any meaning
to live obliviously in lies?
to think you can have it all
fighting desperately to stay bound together
it's impossible when you're falling apart
how can i fix these broken remains?
how can i avoid the sorrow & pain?
walk the crooked path of self destruction
so dark & unsettling
no sign of daylight that once brought comfort
why?
because you turned it off
well fuck, i better turn it on again
ha! you think happiness just waits for you?
you think it lays dormant, and unchanged?
denial and ignorance have obviously consumed you
a harsh reality is all that awaits
not very comfy, is it?
not what you foolishly thought would be waiting, right?
savor the feast you've prepared for yourself.
a 3 course meal consisting of broken hearts
cooked to imperfection
enjoy.
have a problem with the service?
talk to management.
the mirror's over there
hanging on the door to love's past.

[kirk]

(the spacing is important so i had to use periods instead of spaces...you get the point)

Il Mattino (the morning)

Follow my gaze…
........Out
..............Out
....................Out
...........................across that great green stretch of cut glass

peaks and foam make and break alliances
......rushing to greet one another, embracing, and then fleeing to find another
............all the way to where the sullen sky comes to kiss the rocky surface.

That sky…
.......colored as if its artist became enthused with over soaked water colors.
............brush sopping with tangerine blotting out the watery midnight blue

Sudden rough hands
snaking around my torso, skewing the satin of my sash
and a sending breath through my hair.

(Mio core, such a greeting)

Cheek to temple
shoulder to arm
watching the sky’s artist grow bolder with her colors .

(il mio cuore è su fuoco)

As the eye of the day opens to watch, puffing the collected cirrus of sleep out of view

that bright pupils watches our embrace



nice

[ggfab]

open & honest. (period)

[krazylittleangel]

Stop thinking about it and knowing about it
and doing nothing at all
Stop looking at it and swearing at it and
making it feel small
Stop picking it up and drinking it down
and taking it in
Stop letting it rule your life
and allow your life to begin
Stop telling me about it and lieing
about it and believing your own lies
Stop giving in and being weak, thats
not the bind that ties
Stop yelling at them and hating them
and tearing them to shreds
Stop thinking so tiny and doing so little
before you all are dead
Stop acting like you know you aren't and
know what you are
Stop thinking you are oh so close when
you're still oh so far
Stop being so weak and doing so wrong
Stop focusing on how great you are
viewed and focus on being strong
Stop being so ingnorant and ending your start
Stop closing your mind. Your futrue
depends on being smart
Stop letting music and others tell
you who to be
Life is not a rap video and slaves
have already been set free
Stop thinking God isnt there because something remains undone
from some requested prayer
Stop denying importance, love, emotions
and sharing
Stop forgetting how to be human
supportive and caring
What if we drowned in the many tears
that drop
The only thing that I can figure
is just to plainly stop

[plur2all]

Cruel Fate
Today I cried so many tears
Today I faced so many fears
I find my thoughts turn to you
Wondering what should I do?

I need to know that you’re okay
I wonder every single day
You’ll always have a hold on me
Although we weren’t meant to be.

My mind tells me to walk away
While my heart tells me I should stay
Although I know my mind is right
It is a never ending fight.

In my dreams I can see your face
Sometimes I feel your sweet embrace
I dream of kisses that we share
And knowing how much you care.

Alas I stop to think and I hesitate
You are not a part of my fate
So I stop and cry one more time
Because our paths do not align.


Different Kinda Night
I feel strange tonight,
Something isn’t right,
I doubt my ability,
To cope with reality.

I’m restless but I’m tired,
I’m sleepy but I’m wired,
I wonder what is going on,
I’m trying to remain strong.

I feel empty and unsure,
I am alone and insecure,
Part of me doesn’t know,
What to do or where to go.

Ah, the complex life I live,
I’ve given all I can give,
I hope this feeling will go away,
So I can have a regular day.


My Banana Boo
Where would I be without you,
You're always there when I'm blue,
It could be day 4,5,6, or 7,
If you're around it feels like heaven.

You are my angel sent from above,
To make sure I know I'm loved,
Just as you take care of me,
I'll always be there for my Kelly.

There's so much more I would give,
To show you how to really live,
But both you and I know,
Neither one of us have the dough.

Your company is just fine,
Like a ray of pure sunshine,
This poem is just for you,
Just for my Banana Boo!

[krazylittleangel]

awwwww i want a banana boo too :affection:

[Yakko Red]

in a twist of irony he finds his heart perpetuated by nothing but a beat
like a echo finding a mirror and being reflected back into his soul
music sweet music baby that's what all that he lives and breathes
late night dancefloor love making sessions sets his most wanted desire
and when the right girl sometimes steps up he almost feels on fire

he doesn't say much and sometimes he may be thought of quiet
but the language that he can always speak is that of funk melody
in recent times he's taken his love a step further and farther
to the point of weaving a spell or two in front of a dim lit bar
definitely a good feeling in sharing what makes him feel whole

"this is what makes him happy, here... have a listen"

[Hitoi]

half walking
half skipping
into this sadly familiar wasteland
with nothing to offer but an ounce of faith
and a mended heart
ignoring all reminders of the past
avoiding pointed fingers and wicked glares
words can’t help us now
they’ve lost their ability to protect us
your behavior is ominous
destruction just waiting to strike
your self-inflicted ways are anything but
because i walk the same path
i brave the same storm
i nurse the same wounds
call me selfish but i’m not willing to share
if i sense you're falling behind
if you find yourself torn
point me in the opposite direction
ambivalence is our enemy this time
take your recycled words
and for once in your life
turn them into something true
something lasting
and if that’s too much to ask for
save them for a rainy day
when somebody who needs them will appreciate them

[darkenetiks]

you skip and you'll walk
and i will come with you
to the point of no return
where you and i are in the same place
same time
same mind
as we always were
the past is the foundation
the future is the frame
it's up to us to add what remains
actions will consume what words cannot
i've self destructed one too many times
you, my friend, are part of me.
when i say 'self' i mean to say 'we'
i don't expect anything above & beyond
at the 1st sign of doubt, i know you'll move on
although i can't let you think this isn't real
i can't deny the way that i feel
the key that unlocks all that i am
dangles in your grasp
take it for what it's worth
priceless moments
continuing to the point of an eternity
forever in debt to you
your vision impresses me
seeing through darkness once shared
light shines through
this time i'll disable the off switch.

[Yakko Red]

i like this thread

[FutonBunny]

it's twistin and turning my yearning from the churning of my hips
as they twitch and bump from the thump of the air
and the hiss of the sinister catches in rhythm
crawl up my skin and seep into my muscles
making them burn and spaz until i can't take another beat

and i spill myself all over couch.

[kirk]

half walking
half skipping
into this sadly familiar wasteland
with nothing to offer but an ounce of faith
and a mended heart
ignoring all reminders of the past
avoiding pointed fingers and wicked glares
words can’t help us now
they’ve lost their ability to protect us
your behavior is ominous
destruction just waiting to strike
your self-inflicted ways are anything but
because i walk the same path
i brave the same storm
i nurse the same wounds
call me selfish but i’m not willing to share
if i sense you're falling behind
if you find yourself torn
point me in the opposite direction
ambivalence is our enemy this time
take your recycled words
and for once in your life
turn them into something true
something lasting
and if that’s too much to ask for
save them for a rainy day
when somebody who needs them will appreciate them





"avoiding pointed fingers" sounds cool when spoken.


:edit: figured i'd add one from a ways back.... reworked a tad

"work release"

broad & market
late model dodge muddles along the penssylvania portions toll
an attempt
to wrap digits round lonely thoughts
the massage of syllables
an attempt to make cents
of timeclocks

dressed to the nines
unpressed
by surrounding chronology
distance
from the fascade prescribed

birds of prey
a pair in tandem
scout a sky of subtle perspiration
above the digital soot
of modern industry since abandoned

muddling along
wondering

it was years
prior
when word
hit the street
as quickly as
bugsy's lifeless body
fell to his
velvety soft front lawn

a single .22 bullet in the back of his ear
and he was gone but forgotten not

wandering

he frequented
the familiar haunts

tangiers- first to arrive
st. jack's- everpresent figure
pen & pencil- dart in hand anticiapating the drink readied by danny

without a hint of a single lip red

remembering

big city
gothamesque
smalltown circles
brethrenly

the last exchange
came unusually beneath
afternoon sunshine & three piece sweat
right
under william penn's nose

recognized with ease
his strange swagger awkward & bowlegged

we each reached
the other's field of view
and engaged in conversation
absent of the regular
billiard jargon

quick & painless he wandered
off shamelessly
running from shadows brethrenly
for whatever reason (if any)

spawned as prey

and i've arrived
at the entrance of legal database
under the green awning
i was warned
to look out for

stand tall-proud-wide-straight

and go sell something


-filthy white

[Cambria]

(dots = spacing as well)


and you opened the
..windows to let the
December draft spill
....all around just so
we could feel.....something
..other than hurt or
anger for the one who
.....brought the flames

i welcomed the ice and smiled
as it turned once tanned skin
to a purplepink

i discovered today
he didn't burn everything
....couldn't do that right
left me with ashes and
..past due bills, broken
glass and debt collectors
he left me with years
....of spilt tears and memories
but he couldn't get
rid.....of.....you

[Fetterbug]

He told me once before:
"Music is what moves you, little one-
So don't ever stop dancing."

it begins with the s l o w, rolling drumline
the unforgetable beat....beat....beat
weaving in and out, clearing my mind
enticing my soul
sweet, soothing vocals caress my heart--
divas of days gone by
a familar wave of euphoria, creeps up my spine
lifting me up....up....up
until i am powerless in my addiction

i marvel at the simplicity of it all:
happiness atop a hardwood floor, ecstasy through vinyl
and then---
the dj drops the bass
and i am engulfed in sound, compelled to move
i catch myself smiling that all-knowing smile--
finally, i am free.
Yes, the music is what moves me. . .
and I will never stop dancing.

[Yakko Red]

i'm far from perfect as you can see
the shattered pieces can glue together
to what a hero once used to be
and all of this life before me
doesn't mean a thing
but if i could fall away
into the comfort of my bed
and find you there to hold me
then a overpowering tsunami
would overtake me

the perfect place to drown

[Hitoi]

Bump for reflective purposes.

[ggfab]

Silent and cold as steel while walking alone on a winters night
There's a whimpering and a wanting, truth found nowhere in sight
But lo and behold a shimmer in the distance shows sign of heat
Approaching a lonliness that is sure to be defeat
When a faith rose up in her and she marched forward, steadfast
Forgetting what should be in an "ought to be" past
Stretching and sprinting with a joy overwhelming
Overtaking and squinting to buy what they're selling
She can feel the truth in her veins flooding like New Orleans
And she looks around about beside her as this sweet saving face grins
All is okay now and steadily getting better
As he reaches around her and warms like a sweater
There's no need to worry or ever to fret
Because this time she knows it and never again will forget
The peace that's so easy now to obtain
Whether sun shines upon her or pours down like rain

peace within


Thanks for forwarding this thread Cliff. I know it was you. Here's one off the top of my head.

G

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

Sleepmonger,
deathmonger,
with capsules in my palms each night,
eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles
I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.
I'm the queen of this condition.
I'm an expert on making the trip
and now they say I'm an addict.
Now they ask why.
WHY!

Don't they know that I promised to die!
I'm keeping in practice.
I'm merely staying in shape.
The pills are a mother, but better,
every color and as good as sour balls.
I'm on a diet from death.

Yes, I admit
it has gotten to be a bit of a habit-
blows eight at a time, socked in the eye,
hauled away by the pink, the orange,
the green and the white goodnights.
I'm becoming something of a chemical
mixture.
that's it!
My supply
of tablets
has got to last for years and years.
I like them more than I like me.
It's a kind of marriage.
It's a kind of war where I plant bombs inside
of myself.
Yes
I try
to kill myself in small amounts,
an innocuous occupation.
Actually I'm hung up on it.
But remember I don't make too much noise.
And frankly no one has to lug me out
and I don't stand there in my winding sheet.
I'm a little buttercup in my yellow nightie
eating my eight loaves in a row
and in a certain order as in
the laying on of hands
or the black sacrament.
It's a ceremony
but like any other sport
it's full of rules.
It's like a musical tennis match where
my mouth keeps catching the ball.
Then I lie on; my altar
elevated by the eight chemical kisses.
What a lay me down this is
with two pink, two orange,
two green, two white goodnights.
Fee-fi-fo-fum-
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.


By Anne Sexton

[pLhEmp]

Stop thinking about it and knowing about it
and doing nothing at all
Stop looking at it and swearing at it and
making it feel small
Stop picking it up and drinking it down
and taking it in
Stop letting it rule your life
and allow your life to begin
Stop telling me about it and lieing
about it and believing your own lies
Stop giving in and being weak, thats
not the bind that ties
Stop yelling at them and hating them
and tearing them to shreds
Stop thinking so tiny and doing so little
before you all are dead
Stop acting like you know you aren't and
know what you are
Stop thinking you are oh so close when
you're still oh so far
Stop being so weak and doing so wrong
Stop focusing on how great you are
viewed and focus on being strong
Stop being so ingnorant and ending your start
Stop closing your mind. Your futrue
depends on being smart
Stop letting music and others tell
you who to be
Life is not a rap video and slaves
have already been set free
Stop thinking God isnt there because something remains undone
from some requested prayer
Stop denying importance, love, emotions
and sharing
Stop forgetting how to be human
supportive and caring
What if we drowned in the many tears
that drop
The only thing that I can figure
is just to plainly stop


thats so beautiful, i love you hunny ::smooches::

[ggfab]

Leave me alone, Myspace Nazi's!
Leave me alone.

get a grip. go marry someone else.
take a tip. you're lame and can't spell.

Leave me alone.

I don't want to date you.
I don't want to meet your mom.
I want to have fun and go about my business.
Go to Olive Garden with someone else.

Leave me alone.

Stop asking me how tall I am.
Stop asking me my sign.
I hope I don't have to say this,
one more damn time.

Leave me alone.

Screw all the whores that you talk to everyday.
They don't want to date you because you're probably gay.
Go out and mingle and have a stiff drink.
I don't really care what you say or what you think.

Leave me alone.

Merry Christmas Charlie Brown.

[ladymaroo]

:spit: :bravo:

[ggfab]

What it is...
What it is to have someone that really cares
To lay in their arms as gently they stroke your hair

Any time that there is trouble
They would be there on the double

Making a way, turning bad times into grand
Sitting beside her while holding her hand

Long walks and talks while the sun decides to set
Loving and treating her like a favorite pet

Someone she adores and not another loser
Another that bores her, adores her; an abuser

The intellect she holds and talents for days
She wants someone she cares about to love and amaze

With all of the blessings she finds in her life
Not another weirdo, or druggie or trife

A nice man, attractive with christian-like ways
One she could be with for all of her days

one that drives her wild both inside and out
The one that makes her nervous with tingles and shouts

He reads and writes well with excellent manners
he shows her he loves her with rainbows and banners

He's concious and cautious to do what is right
Doesn't act ignorant just out of spite

He's fun and he's honest and wild at times
But never puts this lady out of his mind

He's a treasure and he knows it, maybe a little freaky
He doesn't like liars and never is sneaky

He's tall dark and handsome with saphire eyes
With something just for her, it's a nice big surprise

One day she'll find him and things will be equal
She'll write the rest of this rhyme and call it the sequel.


The man.

[LitainCognita]

Once

Once, I watched the liquid flow from your mouth
And wished a single drop on mine.
A kiss like no other
Like a taste from an exotic wine.

Now that wine is sour and leaves a bitter taste
And quite frankly it can’t intoxicate anymore
As you have my back against the wall
And you defiantly call me a whore?

Once we layed in bed all day and held each other
Speaking of love …damn it felt right
Talked of the world on our shoulder
Feeling you inside of me all night.

Now there is no time to hold each other
And your words form phrases that stab
You talk about the world against you souly
And fucking you isn’t worth the tab.

Once you said you loved me and meant it
claiming loving everything about me
You said I was changing your life
On so many levels I made you see.

Honey, I don’t think you know what love is
So I’m claiming foul and leaving your game
I was the change you wanted to control
Seeing me for me was never your aim.

[Shakey]

When I first saw you it was like the sun breaking from the clouds.
The first hug was wonderful and I never wanted it to end. Feeling your body so close to mine, touching every possible piece of skin and polyester.
It was magical.
Sparks existed for a millisecond as our lips grew closer and closer.
Then everything else goes away.
The Place.
The Music.
The Crowd.
The Anxiety.
My lips were greeted by yours and it was pure ecstasy.
It seemed as if you and I were the only people there, lost in each other's eyes.
We exist in a world where time is supreme ruler and every second counts.
I'm so glad I came out that one fateful night.
Because this could be the start of something beautiful.

[LuckyShamrock]

Broken glass on the floor
a mother screams in the night
children cry alone
evidence on her face
no one ever knows
she never speaks
a rainy day, too late
and a stone with her name
SILENCE

[Cliff]

why are people posting in last years thread when there is one for this current year in this forum?

[ravetildawn]

rose are red
violets are blue
post in the right goddamn thread
you fucking cuntwads

[Cliff]

wow that really worked