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anonymitylll Aug 06, 2007

alone indefinately

come, walk with me on this beautiful transluscent water.
Lay with me beneath these heated copper mines, imbedded with shiny jewls.
aching from head to toe.
overcome by this slow rise and fall of slaughter.
Its tingling up and down this rachis; then out comes a buoyant fool.
Swimming against the borderline of time.
i try so hard to lavish in this firing pathetic fallacy.
I taste the sweet juice of burnished light and your infinite lime.
Rain and clouds are benevolently ominious, coming alive to pounce and feed.
Im walking alone on the icy water now.

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weirdelf Aug 06, 2007

Why I am not a poet

Today I found a gumleaf,
so beautiful I can describe no more.
I have tried,
words fail me.
I desperately want to take it to you
run to you
show it to you
each in turn.
But you are in England, Canada, India,
you are in America, New Zealand, Portugal,
you are in the Philippines, Nigeria and elsewhere,
you may be two houses away.
And I can’t.

I will take it to work tomorrow
and show.
Some might go,
oh lovely,
others might look at me as if I’m crazy.
Maybe one,
just one
will say
oh

 

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LIA Aug 06, 2007

Siren Song

Sirens Song

 

You sang your song so beautifully like an angel from heavens choir,

That sound was so soft and glorious and pure and it set our souls’ on fire;

But then you lured him away from me with that song that I loved so much,

Yes you robbed me of my one true love with your song and your sirens touch;

And even though my love for him was pure and also true,

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barbsdad2003 Aug 06, 2007

A Pleasant Life

Ms. Marmot sprawled her downy tummy on

Her favorite beige, quite knobby rock

 

On routine lookout for—awk!

Mrs. Red-Tailed Hawk

 

Considering the meaning of her sun-filled life.

 

She had no husband, had no wife,

Had lots of kids engaged in humdrum strife,

 

Had not the talent to toot a fife,

 

But she now had my whole backyard

Chock-full of quickly growing weedly food …

 

And she felt just fine and dandy

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barbsdad2003 Aug 06, 2007

Slak Cholves

Yei si’t thi Mreg,

beflip’d trink’ries,

Trunt myus, slak cholves,

vru bilds cand sink’ries!

 

Dhat blunge’ns unpen

oun erf dreers.

Dhat dhorsfips hissle

thround mhour mears!

 

Phar, stet hin gembrio

hin thi crine,

Chool sprun oun Brories’

prax tho grine;

 

Pleez, troot’d gair

hin croves uv yallos,

Ware strowin faor

mhour fucome ballows,

 

Cand chese disleas’d,

whon schluk’d hin flay,

Chool dru thi stretheringe

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LIA Aug 06, 2007

Who am I?

Who am I?

 

Who am I?

A confused being existing in this realm and not,

Living only as far as breathing, eating and drinking;

With a functional brain that is continuously thinking.

I think therefore I am but am I?

Who am I?

 

I walk around in this reality and with people I interact.

I do this without feeling and my words are always exact.

Frozen internally without any warmth in my beating heart;

Not whole but broken with time, missing an important part.

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anonymitylll Aug 05, 2007

so sick with love

im choosing to swim inside this ectsasy for as long as you will allow me to.
dragging under your skin is my dream and only yearning for this present illusion of blue.
I taste the power inside to kill and yield under your fingers of lost energy and time.
whats wrong with this blank passion of instantaneous thought?
I am only alive when your inside me bright and blind.
sickness is an imperative alleviation.
im sinking down deeper and deeper till you embrace this moment and come to terms with  this connection inside.
why not take my hand?

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HDGoodman Aug 05, 2007

Drive, Will & Choice.

I’m in love with two people.
I’m in love with no people,
I’m in love with myself

And heroin made him thin
And ice made her look sixty-five

And we love the night,
We love the night.

The Dichotomy:
To punch our life like a wholesome cigarette,
Or stay,
stay state of mind
still as,
still as.

But like;
Soft last shake of an abandoned
Bird’s nest,
As the littlest one takes flight,
And the soft bowl
of twigs and down
is left.
Sweet and dormant.

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RandomThoughts Aug 04, 2007

Alexia

Nine months you grew inside me.

Nine months we were as one.

Nine months I felt your heart beat.

Nine months you comforted my tears.

Nine months you listened to every word I spoke.

Nine months we loved each other.

Now today you are four.

Today I love you even more.

Today we look alike.

Today you say you love me.

Today you laugh and giggle.

Today you live with no worries.

Today you sing and dance with such joy and grace.

Tomorrow your eighteen and off to college.

Tomorrow you yell at me.