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plastic kisses stolen in paper snow

Plastic kisses thieved
in a silent night city,
stretched upon teeth of frosted paper snow.
Fierce yellow lamps muted,
snow drizzle dimmed in hazy glow.
Singsong fashion laughter sung light,
hand squeezing mine, clinging on tight.
Limbs jingle-jangle jelly
slip-sliding on the hem
of winter’s pretty lace.
Manic feet stumble
giggling, grappling, flailing
all Bambi caught in blaring headlights.

 

One moment, OUR moment,
time all frozen still,
breath steamed
pink ice-frosted cheeks,
tasting Jack Daniel’s lips
behind closed eyes.
All mine…..
if only just for now.

 

All the sorrys
for what you
cannot give
placed upon my fingertips,
burnt there by lips
that do not speak
of wanted tomorrows.

 

“I’ll steal you”,
“I’ll steal you”,
I chant to my self,
the kid of can’t haves
fighting thick
grabbing what’s not their’s.

 

I’m taking this hand,
loves vice grip,
never letting go.
You smell like you want me,
whisper what i think, with your eyes.
Many moments robbed by us,
placed in my memory box
sealed forever shut with
tangible, lingering ghost kisses,
their sweetness unbittered
by mourning not meant to Be’s

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professor

professor

16 years 4 months ago

You are really improving Vicki

and the imagery in this one really dragged me in to the emotions expressed. I have added some punctuation and just tweaked it in a few places where I felt it perhaps needed to flow more or else words could be omitted or substituted to help extend the images being used. At the end "the tangent linger of ghost kisses" sounded great but I assume you meant "tangent" to imply touch rather than its actual geometric meaning. I believe therefore that the word you intended may have been "tangible" and that then required a slight change to rest of the line to keep the flow going. Anyway, as always, these are just some suggestions for you to consider. All the best Keith Plastic kisses thieved in a silent night city, stretched upon teeth of frosted paper snow. Fierce yellow lamps muted, snow drizzle dimmed in hazy glow. Singsong fashion laughter sung light, hand squeezing mine, clinging on tight. Limbs jingle-jangle jelly slip-sliding on the hem of winter's pretty lace. Manic feet stumble giggling, grappling, flailing like Bambi caught in blaring headlights. In one moment time frozen still, breath steamed pink ice-frosted cheeks, tasting Jack Daniel's lips behind closed eyes. All mine..... if only just for now. All the sorrys for what you cannot give placed upon my fingertips, burnt there by lips that do not speak of wanted tomorrows. "I’ll steal you", "I’ll steal you", I chant to my self, the kid of can’t haves fighting thick grabbing what’s not their’s. I’m taking this hand, holding it, never letting go. You smell like you want me, whisper what i think, with your eyes. Many moments robbed by us, placed in my memory box sealed forever shut with tangible, lingering ghost kisses, their sweetness unbittered by mourning not meant to Be’s.
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Lunegirl

16 years 4 months ago

thankyou keith, i really

thankyou keith, i really like your suggestions, ''the hem of winters lace, i like this ; ) i will edit later vicki
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Lunegirl

16 years 4 months ago

The last verse in particuler

The last verse in particuler i think reads like a list having reread it. thankyou for pointing that out, more tweaking lol vicki
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Vicki

I really liked all of Keiths suggestions ... and its a wonderful theme i will be back later on with my stars when you have finished your edit ... would like to pretty it up times five ;) lol take care and ill keep my eye open for the edits love and hugs Jayne x
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Your welcome dear lady …

Your welcome dear lady ... and its nice to call you vicki lol couldnt call you fuckwit we only call real fuckwits that here in australia lol hugs of love Jayne x x
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Lunegirl

16 years 4 months ago

Oh i often can be, but its

Oh i often can be, but its nice to be called vicki ; ) I thought of another name the other day for this site, but it has vanished again so im waiting for it to resurface. i have re edited for now. i think i still have some work to do on this but im struggling. the first part of the poem is poetic to set the scene. Its told in urban street style so i've tried to keep that with also taking on keiths suggestions which are good. the last verse, is told shot like. For impact. so there is not much imagery and its hard to think of lines that are poetic and tell the story how i want it to read. all suggestions welcome ; )xx