Pineapple Head's Poetry

[funkyasian]

and again, not bad at all D - i applaud you...now...is it getting hot in here?!



steph

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ~ Oscar Wilde

[bulldog tidnab]

ok Diana... that was... well... hot. *fans self* lord, it got rather warm in here didn't it? think i'm gonna stagger off and get something to cool myself back off. *gasp*...water.....



*pant*

"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." -Friedrich Nietzsche

[barnabasvamp]

I'd just like to add another chorus of "warm in here"



Would be so nice to have someone have thoughts like that about us!



More??

BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[The Pineapple Head]

Dear Lady Dragon - You grace me with your presence & honor me with your words. I'm all a tingle!



SJ - *takes bow* I try to mix it up a bit. To keep it interesting for both you and me.



Steph - Do you drink cold tea, iced tea perhaps? *offers battery operated handheld fan*



Andi - *offers ice water* Note for future reference, panting is always good



BV - Wouldn't we all? I think more can be arranged.



Thank you all,

Diana



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Disclaimer - Again from Willow's perspective. Everyone knows that look that Tara gave her when she said Willowhand *sigh*



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It's a look

A glance

Mere seconds of a day

Yet I'm taken back



How is it possible?

No one else sees this

Sees you

The secret we share



Embedded in the landscape of my mind's eye

An image

A prayer

A refrain on my lips



That look is for me

All encompassing

A bond

A promise



It is love, it is lust

It is strength, as well as weakness

It is desire, it is longing

It is adoration, as well as fire

It is passion, it is unspoken truths

It is tender caresses, as well as untamed impulses



It is poetry

Writing itself

It is everything

Worth living for

It is forever

With you



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"No, I'm not cold. I can engrave glass with my nipples, but I'm not cold."
Me

[SJ]

That was an amazing poem

Great writing

[barnabasvamp]

Absolutely awesome



You weren't kidding when you said more could be arranged!

Quote:

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It is love, it is lust

It is strength, as well as weakness

It is desire, it is longing

It is adoration, as well as fire

It is passion, it is unspoken truths

It is tender caresses, as well as untamed impulses

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This says it all.

BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[Drakkenfyre]

*in a swirl of blue mist the Lady Dragon appears* Well my dear, I made you all a tingle. Go me. I must say however after reading your last poem..you left this dragon all a tingle. Well done, love. Well done. Lovely wording. Just lovely. Thank you. *the dragon bows to you then disappears*



Drakkenfyre

I am the dragon that hides from the sun and flies in the moonlight.

[funkyasian]

very nice as usual...you're getting real good at this dear...does this mean i have to catch up?!



steph

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ~ Oscar Wilde

[The Pineapple Head]

SJ - Thank you.... I love THUDS



BV - I try. Occassionally I get it right.



Lady Dragon - You make me tingle, I make you tingle. It's like a tinglefest!! Where is Andi for all this tingly action?



Steph - Getting good? Well I'll take that as a sign of improvement. And yes, pick up a damn pen lazy bones and start right. You best be catching up to me *looks for Resolve Face emoticon*



Again...thank you all,

Diana



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Disclaimer - Again this is from Willow's perspective. Which has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with Aly Hannigan's picture in last Sunday's paper...despite the puddle I was left in



*tries to rememer point* Oh yeah, this is the beginning of Willow's detox from magic. She doesn't have magic, Tara just left her and the general helplessness from her feeling down herself. Everyone goes a little crazy at some point. This is a bit of a change from my normal writing style...I hope it doesn't suck.



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Holding

(Touching)

Stroking

(Caressing)

Grasping

(Embracing)

I look at my hands

Empty



You are just beyond my reach

Only now do I see it



Confidence

(So foolish)

Gone

A fallacy

A deception

(What was I thinking?)



You aren’t here

And I have nothing

(Nothing feels real to me)



I pushed you away

(When I should have pulled you toward me)

Stupid pride

(Devil on my shoulder)

Nagging voice

(In my ear)

Shutting you out



You were my angel

(My goddess)

Where I was weak

You gave me strength



So again I look at my hands

I don’t feel very strong



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"No, I'm not cold. I can engrave glass with my nipples, but I'm not cold."
Me

Edited by: The Pineapple Head at: 7/27/03 9:53 pm

[SJ]

Pretty angsty,you can really feel the pain that Willow is going through.

Great poetry,doesn't suck at all

[the vamp nurd]

The vamp nurd hastily pushes her soap box into the thread stands up then jumps down bows on her rug and then leaves looking embarrassed that she's so late.



Sorry, I feel a poem coming on..

Sorry I missed church, I was busy becoming a lesbian and worshiping Satan



Bardlet no #27

[funkyasian]

lazy ass? well...this lazy ass is busy cleaning everynight...and not to mention painting! maybe when everything is said and done, i'll think about it...*grin* - good poem though...i'm liking it...



steph

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ~ Oscar Wilde

[Drakkenfyre]

The Lady Dragon is at a loss for words right now after reading your last poem. That was...well...just wonderful. So expressive, so many emotions. I am speechless to your talent.



The Lady Dragon



PS..I'm a tingle, you're a tingle, wouldn't you like to be a tingle to...my god, stop me!!!

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. -- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart