Good poem

Hey There ...



Just wanted to say I love the way you write ... its kinda wicked kool



Hoping to see more soon please heh



Luv

April

Just wanted to add that I like your stuff. Pretty darn deep, deep in meaning, . Anyhoo, I like it, =)

Edited by: Warduke at: 12/5/03 8:23 am

Hey Andi Woah, this poem was just... Blew me away somehow, I love the way you place your words, how you use them, form them in sentences. Damn you're so good at it! Keep up the great work!

heh. been a good long while since i last posted in here. yeesh.

sorry about that. first off... thank you everyone for your lovely lovely feedback. i really do appreciate it. i'd reply to each of you personally, but i have a bit of an itch to get this posted before i lose my nerve. just know that i do appreciate it.



and as promised... something new...



if you were all alone

in an alleyway on the darkest night

and you felt

on your shoulders

the shiver of not being alone

it could be me

distantly following

protective and unseen

quick

and sure

and silent

in sensible shoes



if you came up that hill

one more time

you might see me

in the midst of making decisions

and living with them

quick and unquestioned

swift and just

certain and concerned

my shirt not tucked into

the pants that fall unwrinkled

to cover up the laces

of sensible shoes

that carry my weight



but if you think

i never really saw you

or if you think that

there is nothing worth the fight

if you doubt

the honor in me

and the power

and it makes you fear

the nearness of my life

then you should walk with me

and see the living

and honoring i do for you each day

the quickness that i have to

keep your back unopen

the patience that i have to

untwist you in degrees

the sweetness that i hold up

before my leaking eyes

while i do all i can

the best things done

and always will do for you



sensible and silent

supportive

and no nonsense

and still carrying this weight

much like my shoes



*woof*

"Think sexy! Think kinky, not weird. Weird implies there's medication in her past... or present. Kinky means she's got a grip on her fetishes." - Kim Ficera

Like that poem,great writing

you know, you amaze me with your writing every time my dear...i know that i don't leave feedback very often but be very certain that i read every single word you post...



keep up the good work



Steph

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

wow, it has been a while. I guess I should get back to my thread as well.

bulldog, great poem. I really enjoyed reading this one. I know there's more I want to say but I'm currently experiencing a codeine filled moment....

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Crazy? Crazy?? I do not talk to myself...it's called thinking aloud...

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Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to season seven's catch phrase.

bulldog: (gesturing to tk)"Can she get a Sloe Comfortable Screw Against the Wall?" female bartender: (laughing)"Honey, you're living in a fantasy world."

ok.. replies nad then *drumroll* something new....



SJ - thanks... i appreciate that you read



Steph - no worries about the feedback. it's not like i don't know where to find you. lol.



tkheaven - since we seem to be being formal i thought i'd use the screen name there. glad you dug it. i understand the codeine thing... it can be... sleep inducing.



ok.. and as promised.. new thingy... sort of. i worte it a while ago, but it's been reworked to my liking. (i think) and it is directed at an individual.. once in a good way... maybe now it's more bittersweet than anything... cause you know... it's so never going to be worth what i feel about it. in retrospect.. this is painful for me to even read.





my body unfolds

revealing poetry

long ago

written



along the underside of

outstretched arms

your lips

trace verses that

extend to fingertips

your hands read sonnets

that curve over

wrap around

smooth flesh



you fold me

tucking poems of

love and loss

into my creases

for later reading



please do let me know what you think. i'm nervous about this one.



*whimper*

"Think sexy! Think kinky, not weird. Weird implies there's medication in her past... or present. Kinky means she's got a grip on her fetishes." - Kim Ficera

Liked this poem,good imagery,great writing

Wonderful poem. I really liked the second stanza. Please post more soon.



Yvonne

Thanks you two. i am beyond pleased that you liked it...



i've been working on a few things. (finally got me a bit of inspiration.)



something new.



soooon

"Think sexy! Think kinky, not weird. Weird implies there's medication in her past... or present. Kinky means she's got a grip on her fetishes." - Kim Ficera

i need to get in here more often i think... yeesh...

something new... let the rotten produce chucking begin....





plant your heavy foot down

yes

on my back

i offer it up as a sacrifice

god, you were worth it

i can take my hands from my head now

my bed possessed

grown arms

strangled me with your breath

nausea ticks in

clockwork grinding a brain within my stomach

your winter germinates

spreads its finger-like roots through my ribcage

through my hair

i am vulnerable

waiting to be raped by cruel indifference

kiss the statue again

yes

let me pretend i'm more than stone to you

i had a drive to go on breathing

but was defeated by the numbing

knocked me underneath

the wall of fear

pinned me down

slammed the wind from my lungs

the screaming stops

but your mouth dances on

your white lips moving soundlessly

across the floorboards like

rat predators on the warpath

your face haunts

throbbing guilt into the sheets

pounding love like

a disease out of the skull

the cheekbones of cliffs

the faces of mansions in eden

this is paradise

i tell myself

breathe

never forget to breathe



it's a little darker than most of the stuff i've been working on, but i've been thinking about some weird shit as of late. happier stuff coming soon i swear.



*woof*

"Think sexy! Think kinky, not weird. Weird implies there's medication in her past... or present. Kinky means she's got a grip on her fetishes." - Kim Ficera

Like that poem,great writing

Wow, I really enjoyed reading that poem. I loved your wording and the imagery behind it. Very nice work.



Yvonne

Giiiiizmooooooo! heh



Loved the poem..ya a bit dark, I'd say..but really nice imagery..



ok, ok a little late in response but I'm just getting back into the swing of things....

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Crazy? Crazy?? I do not talk to myself...it's called thinking aloud...

---

Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to season seven's catch phrase.

bulldog: (gesturing to tk)"Can she get a Sloe Comfortable Screw Against the Wall?" female bartender: (laughing)"Honey, you're living in a fantasy world."

I really like this poem. this is my fav line of your poem.

Quote:

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your winter germinates

spreads its finger-like roots through my ribcage

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heh.. sorry about the absence here... been a little.. oh shall we say.. caught up in someon... er... things....



thanks so mch for the feeback guys! i'm glad you liked...



let's try something more fun shall we? less stress... more... sweat? something... maybe it's just sex.. lol.





twisted tongues

pink purple passionate kisses

sweet salty turquoise tears

red lip smiles

beautiful bare sex starved bodies

flaming flesh rough hard

soft stares

hungry humans

free flowing falling

luscious legs

psycho babble bullshit

erotic exotic erratic spirits fly

breasts tender touched together tasting titillating

naked cosmic

coming coming coming

explosions

volcanoes

eruptions

mystic mouths moving

rhythms righteous

wildness wondrous wetness wandering

here there everyfuckingwhere

sensually scorching super sex scalding steaming

arousing anatomy

deep devilish desires destructing

bright burning fire

hips thrusting animalistic freaky feelings

orgasm copper convulsions

neon light lust

muscles mounting fantasia whateverasia

grabbing gold

holding hands

silent screams

super fuel injected turbo charged

one hundred percent pure abandoned adrenaline

rush



well that's that.. let me know if you approve...

"Think sexy! Think kinky, not weird. Weird implies there's medication in her past... or present. Kinky means she's got a grip on her fetishes." - Kim Ficera

Great poem

Hey there, long time no see sweetie!!

Quote:

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sorry about the absence here... been a little.. oh shall we say.. caught up in someon... er... things....

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Based on your last post , I'd say it's probably "someone"



More soon? *coughhandscough*



BV

It's the passion in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.