| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 11:24:26 PM | as he Dove head first that 1 % chance
blue eyed? serious? blonde reality? serious?
drool is best exchanged caught within longevity
strain'd by one and Only one
first base = just a kiss
second base= just to feel
third base='s first +second
Homerun!
oh wait there's a short stop !~
how prolific is holistic?
a few beans,a bit of rice,a touch of veggies warmed?
Onions sweet
steamed? | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 4/28/2009 11:43:59 PM | Synchronicity Lucid be your breath
Taste be that O Darlin?
Oh so sweet the simple
Taste
Necter of the flower
Cunningly written write
Tastes of passion for never strain
whispers within time shared best kept close to your heart
Lucid so the cunning that manifests within your mind
Oh the manic had Her moment virtual in time
I don't care what Yu write just make it a panOraamic veiw!!!
not lucid,just realistic! a few more letters/sylables an all that ;) | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 5/6/2009 9:50:52 AM | Saying goodbye again Even though it's not the end...
I'm trying to work this out in my mind now.
It's searing right through me, completely consuming me...
I have to let you leave and i dont know how.
But do you really know how deep my love goes...
My feelings for you are to strong to control.
I just can not hide what burns me inside
My eyes swell with tears as you turn to say goodbye.
Saying goodbye again. please tell me that its just pretend...
I can't wash you out of my head now...
It's completely consumed me. Seared straight through me...
And I had to watch you go but I don't know how.
Saying goodbye again.
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 5/6/2009 10:30:17 AM | Walking through
Heaven's gates
Empty pockets
Nothing to my name
Will I meet you there?
I don't know, but I'd wait
Lifetimes
Longer, if I have to
It all depends on you
Share my perspective
Empty your mind
Even if it means letting go
Youth is an illusion, and so is time
Our life is about the journey, not the destination
Understanding that is the hardest part | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 5/6/2009 11:34:43 AM | The day turns to night
and the night turns cold
without your arms around me
without your hand to hold
what am I?
the sun without the fire
the moon without the stars
you are my hearts desire
I am from venus
You are from mars | |
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| The Truth
Posted: 5/12/2009 6:28:07 PM | Do Not? Why? Do not overreact..
Do Not Hesitate, Do Not Understand
Do Not let fate pass you by
Make sure you? Why, Make sure you don’t.. Overreact
Make sure you don't Hesitate
Make sure you Understand,
Make sure not to let Fate pass you by..
Don't look back
Don't react, Don’t wait
Do comprehend
Don't let life pass you by
Make sure to look back
Make sure you don't wait to long
Make sure you Comprehend
Make sure not to let Life pass you by
Hold on to Life
Hold on to friendships
Hold on to your beliefs
Hold on to Truth | |
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| The Truth
Posted: 6/20/2009 9:50:16 PM | Do comprehend that I threw myself into your arms
As massive galed winds rocketed through time
Embraced in peace...held tight...
Yes. I recognized. tenderness, heart, faith
But life didn't stop for me. Choices had to be made.
Am I crazy about you still? Yes.
Children have to be raised. Needs have to be addressed.
Mine are irrelevant.
Time doesn't stop for me.
It NEVER did.
Who I am...
Majority being the moma that guides & protects.
The woman that loves & needs to be loved?
Fall behind.
I don't know how or why it fell this way.
It did & I am.
Completely.
Dependent on me. | |
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| The Truth
Posted: 6/22/2009 5:21:25 PM | I took you into my embrace
holding a piece of heaven close to me.
Embracing the truth as the winds flowed around us.
Sharing our love in a window of borrowed time.
Those things you saw in me,
I saw them in you too
Life does goes on and time stops for no one
Children are raised and needs are addressed
But ALL needs are relevant. Yours are too.
NONE should have to go unattended
The woman who loves and needs to be loved
Can love and be loved if that is what you want.
If you really want it bad enough
And willing to do what it takes.
Working together,
With love and determination
The sky is the limit on what can be achieved
No one is an island. Not even you.
Things don’t have to be completely dependent on you.
You don’t have to be alone. | |
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| A Letter I Can't Mail
Posted: 7/9/2009 12:08:20 PM | We're grateful for the time we had
to share with those we love
There's tears of joyous and of sad
when you go up above
There isn't anything to say
to change the fact you're gone
But always in our heart you'll stay
your spirit living on
We'll all love you from here on earth
for now, at least it seems
And all of us, for what it's worth
will keep you in our dreams
But Heaven holds a person who
has waited patiently
And he'll take loving care of you
for all eternity
Our love for you will never die,
will never wilt or fade
So know it's with you in the sky,
where streets of gold are made
We lost a shining gem today,
a diamond in the rough
But knowing that we'll meet one day
will always be enough
We'll miss you, Grandma.
xoxoxo | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/10/2009 6:58:47 PM | Perhaps the world had formerly been my children.
What had I done to them?
For, now I was a servant to them all ....
and, no, God didn't miss my last call,
he put it on hold.
For in his eyes time was no more than a ' trivial pursuit' that was over at 'phase 10'
and, if I refer to his eyes once more he may very well start to grin...
-but not really-
for in the middle of this poem that has become a little silly, there are
countless questions,
and some of the answers
work for some of the people
some of the time.......
and when we feel like it doesn't the end product is a bunch of rhymes
(for us....on a good day)
BUT
I know I heard it
I know I felt it
I know seen it in the eyes of a recovered crack user
and it can be found in a jail cell, in the eyes of an abuser...
purpose.
a question with no words to justify
and no punctuation at the end
God can be touched
It is in us all, my friend. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/11/2009 12:20:15 AM | phoenix fire burn
dipping your crayons and following them down
questions raise,
bubble and fall
magma turning to lava flow
wells from a soul
that sometimes feel like its burning inside you
crayons sometimes bleed
and soul sometimes burns
sometimes your smile raises
and laughter bursts
with crayons collecting
bleeding, burning
all out on paper
no silly questions
just questions that lead
sometimes to the sky
sometimes to the burn
we may wish we could avoid
sometimes,
blood red fire
bleeding out in shades
sometimes,
fire red blood
pain over flowing into
words
all here on paper
letting them go
like fire sent from . . .
they reach out and shape
those who will hear
after your next step in the fire
sitting at the table
letting it go in a well
freedom
find your way there
hope you like it
cheers | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/15/2009 6:28:08 PM | tell me of a truth.
it roams the streets
plucking out the
eyes of careless beggars
pierces not the hearts of by passers
allows water to freely flow
from the side of any mountain
that is so moved
to find a lost rib under torn flesh
stretching the womb
over the universe
birthing Society sans Soul
I hear again of one
greater than all
Who stood before and after Sisyphus Pools
of Narcissism
while creating rules for a square world
From creation to sever
Her participation in shame
Who never
heard her fall,
saw her crawl,
nor spoke her name | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/15/2009 6:43:14 PM | I'm a really fast typist
so it's no big deal
to search day in day out
replying to messages has lost it's zeal
Same old s h i t
different day
wading through
the pool of dismay
hey sexy
nice ass
you are so beautiful
need a massage?
I irk and jerk
chivalry is gone
instead a mold exists
lines, one after the other
explaining, describing
trying to decide if
this next frog
might turn out a prince
wondering why I bother at all
none of it makes any sense
then I feel the night
slowly drawing in
I crave a hard arm
around my waist
nectar from lips
just a little taste
would make me sleep so well
and pull me through this spell
It is comfort and warmth
that I seek
and going to bed
not only for sleep | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/16/2009 12:32:58 PM | *thanx 4 stoppin by ya'll...hope this finds you well*
he danced
good lord did he dance
a little off beat
with steps all his own
It was the kind of dancing that children do
when they think they're all alone.
...and he was...
a refreshing view
amusement for a few
and I couldn't help but wonder,
if I busted out dancing like him THEN what would they do?
Who's alone now?
Who REALLY cares?
Not the ones laughing too much...of that I'm well aware. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/18/2009 2:56:58 PM | Chivalry is gone..
but was it ever there?
Were the chivalrous playing a game?
Were they just pretending to care?
While unknowingly (or otherwise ) their narcissism reigns,
Men...women...children...are all so different but still the same.
I visited Mars once or twice, but I still dressed like I was from Venus...
And found that the only clear difference between us and them is that we were lacking a penis.
:)
Good day to you all! | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/20/2009 7:16:56 AM | If the good ole days were soo good...
Why did they hand us a world lacking protection ...children lacking decision making skills...and fill or hearts with conditional love..
And then chasten us for not 'coming correct' in a place where nothing was safe...
and the 'real' world didn't exist...
As I prayed for strength this morning when I rose...
It was your point that I had missed.
...and so the day begins...
...hope it's a good one for you all.. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/20/2009 7:25:18 AM | It was all a product of the day before...
I wanted peace for us all..and so much more
But as the minutes became hours and these became years..
Our hearts would grow accustomed to pain, I soon feared
Slowly but surely ...comfortably numb..
I would tell you my secrets but I think I'm just dumb-
found (ed) | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/20/2009 9:59:53 PM | I still want..
a teammate,
a play date,
and the children that would justify such.
I want
a hand to hold,
shelter from the cold,
and an honest man's touch.
I want
to breath someone in,
again and again,
and have a home, for my heart, away from home.
But I get
the assurance of knowing
that as life is still going
I will be well enough, alone.
*not tryin to 'take over' here...just sorting through my life with this poop that resembles poetry ( or does it?)..lol...feel free to join* | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/21/2009 1:09:43 AM | Patriarchal Female
He said:
I know a place
Smile on his face
It is dark, Shadows of the headstones
Dance, all around our car
Notes drift from his guitar
Smoke and nicotine swirl
Curl my lips blur the girl
I have entered women’s twilight zones…
I refuse to play
Kissing games
The girls they
Run to me
I chase the boys
Mrs. S Takes
Our hands
On either side
Of her tremendous Girth
She says to me
Not very lady like…
Shirtless at our cottage;
Rivers swam,
At the farm;
Cow gut sabotage,
In the City;
Roofs conquered,
Pranks played
Great Gramma Treflofen
Reeked of lilacs
She perfumed her tongue,
Made homemade candy
Bright bits of powdered, broken
Glass, in a white dish
Now it lacks
Kissed Grampa Hasono’s corpse
Without a question or intrigue
Uncle Tim Vitano’s corpse
Looked like wax
For I was small and wee:
We girls made jokes
That it was a hoax
But we knew
Stoking those smokes
Was a cancer clue
His mistress was selfish and left
Early in his infirmity,
But oh how she came and collected
Her fair share Tim had selected
His wife was second and bereft
Of the funeral party
I reply: Flash blue eye
From under blond hair
Not very
Gentlemen like either…
Without Him I give birth;
Like a woman
I kicked Freddy R’s arse
Then Mr. B Swung
Hard, that wooden paddle
And Freddy’s Head Hung
Cause I was wearin a dress
Shame was placed as a saddle,
We will never shake this mess
I thought it Unjust
I hear my death, instead
Stir up passion and lust,
Amongst bodies of dead
F--k that man from the bar
My car is not too far
I have the keys
It’s my music,
It’s my party,
I will chortle
If I want to
Wear a dress
I will cry…
For Black Eyed
Brown Haired
Freddy R
Here ash I like your poetry... thought I toss a little feces of my own. chuckle... thanks for all the great writes | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/22/2009 11:29:31 AM | | Hey Inicia :) ...thx for stoppin through ( and also for appreciating my thoughts)...I could feel that write down to the bone...thanks for leaving it here.. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/22/2009 6:42:34 PM | i don't care what you write
long as it's right from your heart
feeling your words
always adds to the day
heya ash, nice to see you spitting out more... remember: this is your palace lady
but, all this poopy talk made me think of this one i excreted the other day
at last
like a fly
sat atop the dung heap
all consuming
happy saturday!  | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/22/2009 8:59:56 PM | Well...if it ain't the ole cookie monster...I stopped in and caught that one on your thread the other day and had to 'chortle' at it...
...I could 'see' it..lol..and identify..thanx for stoppin by...since I'm spittin more lately..lol..I'll definately hafta make it a point to spit in the cookie jar (ewww) ;)
I always thought those blue-green flies
were sooo pretty as a child...
come to find out, they're not only full off poo
but also quite annoying too
(true story) hehe...randomness..gotta love it..
G'nite y'all ...the wine from the wedding reception I just attended has got me heading for the bed.. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/30/2009 9:48:22 PM | Never know what or where to write
I cut off the tip of my thumb last night
I wish I could say it was like Van Gough
I did it for the sake of art even though
I know van gough was quite insane
for the pain or imbalance of the brain
I was just pretending to be Chef Tell
Cutco blades and scallions, do lasagne well | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/30/2009 10:09:33 PM | I'm so tired, I'm so very tired, I'm so f8cking tired,
though it is not sleep I crave,
It's something that I cannot explain,
Something that will relieve the pain,
for I am so f8cking tired,
and my desire is clear,
I'm tired of fear. I can't stand what has happened,
and when the road is clear, I may let go of the wheel and see where I'll spill.
But I shan't, not that I can't, it would solve nothing and bring more pain.
I would gladly leave this place if it would erase the stain, but I shall remain.
For hope always remains, and not all is lost, I am prepared to pay the cost, to live again.
This one sucked.........sorry........lacked a bit of inspiration. | |
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