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Posted: 6/6/2008 3:32:20 PM | I was going to start this thread without an introduction, just lead off with the next write but, it just occurred to me that when i started writing here, i had just started to write again. I had no idea where to post, and if my writing was any good, so I'll say up front that if you have something that doesn't fit anywhere else, you can put it here.
I started this cause there i somethings I want to say, that I still don't know where else to put them . . .
I don't follow many rules except I try to say what i'm trying to say however I am able to do that. I will probably repost some of my old writing here, maybe . . . ,
maybe they should be lit on fire and let go . . .
Feel free to post in any manner that expresses what your trying to say | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 3:33:36 PM | yes this write is about you
you don't have to ask
you see
I've built many castles
on the edge of the beach
I've watched them washed by the tide
battered by changing winds
each one pulling something
some part of me, that
I didn't want to lose
Thought I should throw down a few
that will remain in place
that might stand
through changes in the weather
maybe they'll be found
two thousand years from now
and they'll ask what grand culture
built such places of beauty
and you'll know that
it was just some a$$hole
with a hammer, and chisel
if you know that these are rightfully yours
then feel free to walk out on these rocks | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 3:37:41 PM | Been waiting for you to start your own Thread.
I enjoy your unique view and look forward to finding your works in all the same place..
Good Stuff Eyestothesky.
 's Bud, and good luck on those Stepping Stones In The Ocean.
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Posted: 6/6/2008 6:41:54 PM | YAY!....i'm with Truth on this one.......this is long overdue I think.....I most definately enjoy your writes and your heart.....lookin' forward to seein' whatcha come up with.....and would like to see some of your others brought here for all to enjoy.....much luv my friend!
Ash
thanks for goin' to my thread and votin' for McCain....lmao.....i, on the other hand, had planned on voting for b-dawg...hee..hee....
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Posted: 6/6/2008 7:57:31 PM |  Eyes always love your writes and they seem to get better and better day after day! lol keep on keepin' on my friend! Great stuff! A song that I thought proper to place here! 
~ Creedence Clearwater Revival~
~ Willy And The Poorboys~
~ 1969~
~It Came Out Of The Sky~
Oh, It Came Out Of The Sky,
Landed just a little south of Moline.
Jody fell out of his tractor,
Couldn't b'lieve what he seen.
Laid on the ground and shook,
Fearin' for his life.
Then he ran all the way to town screamin'
"It Came Out Of The Sky."
Well, a crowd gathered 'round
And a scientist said it was marsh gas.
Spiro came and made a speech
About raising the Mars tax.
The Vatican said, "Woe, the Lord has come".
Hollywood rushed out an epic film.
And Ronnie the Popular said it was a communist plot.
Oh, the newspapers came and made Jody a national hero.
Walter and Eric said they'd put him on a network T.V. show.
The White House said, "Put the thing in the Blue Room".
The Vatican said, "No, it belongs to Rome."
And Jody said,
"It's mine and you can have it for seventeen million."
Oh, It Came Out Of The Sky,
Landed just a little south of Moline.
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he seen.
Laid on the ground a shakin', fearin' for his life.
Then he ran all the way to town screamin'
"It Came Out Of The Sky."
Oh!
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Posted: 6/7/2008 1:06:21 AM | Hi eyestothesky I have read some of your writes dotted about and enjoyed every single one of them.
I hope you don't mind my posting one of my amateur efforts here 
I've built many castles
on the edge of the beach
I've watched them washed by the tide
battered by changing winds
Washed Away With The Tide
As I sat on bench just observing the sea
Seeing the surf rush up over the shingles
It is with wondrous mind that I do see
How feelings sight and sound mingles
Listening to the sounds as pebbles chink
Wondering how steadfast pebbles would be
As to disturb, sand and water interlink
Then slowly receding again leaving debris
Then there is a moment of still silence more
Until far out the waves build once again
To roll in and shake up those pebbles on shore
Twisting and churning, how many will remain
And as I listen and watch this repetition
It seems that life follows much the same path
At least it seems to me and this is my suspicion
As the pebbles we suffer much the same wrath
Challenges of life rush frequently upon us
Send us churning and our lives in a spin
Bringing worries, strife and heartaches, thus
Causing pain, grief and tears from within
And hurtful times that must be braved
Those feelings of being lost deep inside
And the best we can hope for to be saved
Is that we’re not washed away with the tide
These times come upon us too often
Not knowing which way to look or turn
As we search for that helping hand to soften
The blows and find the peace that we yearn
There will be times of calm and peace
When we are happy with no concerns
And for a while all troubles will cease
But we know full well they will always return
Now as I gaze upon that far off skyline
All looks quiet, still, calm and serene
Upon the surface the glorious sun does shine
On varying vivid shades of blue and green
But below the surface lays we know not what
We cannot see what lies ahead on our way
The future is untold; we are not able to plot
The happiness we dream of every day
But we must take life as it comes along
Live the best we can and live with pride
Believe in ourselves and stand strong
And hope we’re not washed away with the tide
Dippity | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 4:20:52 AM | HELLO.........OMG, OMG!!! Thank You....winky winky...lol hugs and kisses too!!!
Cold, hard, weather'd and just laying there
No arms to hold
only a voice when thrown against something
chisel'd for natural roughness
smooth'd to beautify, bringing out shining
in the sunlight to glisten
others "just form"
uniquely place'd, side by side
forming Mountains low and high from the tides
never personally seen from these eyes
provided by a sunsetting to sunrising view
of an ocean's walk upon the sands
feeling the mist of salty sea, reviving my face of freedom
Skip'n over possible diamonds, yet to be harvested
rough'd up rock edges'
still lay'n at the seas mouth
Pick'd up and kept as treasure
from lovers true of heart
shining clearly even on an everyday walk along the shore!!! | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 10:31:25 AM | Thank You all for coming over, and giving words of encouragement. I've been reading your writing since I showed up here. Looking forward to you coming back, and posting in the future.
At some point I'm probably going to offend everyone, just saying. When that happens we'll toast with Jack n Coke, and get on!
Serendipity~ that was great, and Genegem's a lucky dude. Wish you two a great future!
Hammy~ thanks for enthusiasm, that poem was outstanding, more room to breathe here than haiku, thanks liked it alot!
mmmmmmy~looking forward to reading your writing here, great song
Truth~ as the most read, and able, writer on pof, thanks for your support. Definitely aint the prettiest, but thanks.
Brawny~when the dog finally wakes up out of the corner, I'm going to have to find my way home. No more brownies thanks!
TNT~ thanks for stopping the train journey here, and thanks for all the work on the short story. That's going great, Just great writing
Lunar~ I'm not sure how you've been getting around out here in space, been out here on this board wastching for awhile. You must be rollin with space ghost!
Ash~ I drank your glue, and been eating the paint. You better hold on tight to your crayons!
Thank You all for taking time to post here, as you all have great threads of your own. I'll be stopping into your places, as i come up with more to say. You know theses restraints keep me occupied most of the time. Send cigarettes to pay off the gaurds, and I'll get more time! | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 10:50:10 AM | thank you grizzerman
as i was thinking of putting some of my other writes on this page, I wasn't sure about it. You know, alot of what you write is specific to what you're thinking at the time, and might be directed towards someone.
Then i read this . . . .
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Just so you know, what you're reading is the complete and relentless story of an addict. Because in most twelve-step recovery programs, the fourth step makes you take inventory of your life. Every lame, suck-as s moment of your life, you have to get a notebook and write it down. A complete inventory of your crimes. That way, every sin is right at your fingertips. Then you have to fix it all. This goes for alcoholics, drug abusers, and overeaters, as well as sex addicts.
This way you can go back and review the worst of your life any time you want.
Because supposedly, those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.
So if you're reading this, to tell the truth, it's really none of your business.
That stupid little boy, that cold night, all of this will just become more of the stupid shit to think about during sex, to keep from shooting your load. If you're a guy.
This is the weak little suck-as s whose mommy said, "Just hold on a little while longer, just try a little harder and everything will be all right."
Hah.
The Mommy who said, "Someday, this will be worth all our effort, I promise."
And this little dic kwad, this stupid stupid little sucker, he stood there this whole time shaking, half naked in the snow, and really believed somebody could even promise something so impossible.
So if you think this is going to save you... If you think anything is going to save you... Please consider this your final warning.
by Chuck Palahniuk, this is the end of chapter one of choke. they're making a movie of this book now. he's the author of fight club, it should be really freekin cool! | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 11:30:00 AM | A poet I believe most deserving of his own thread. Thought I would come down by the water and dip my toes in a little.
each one pulling something
some part of me, that
I didn't want to lose
I Choose
As I've drifted through this life
humanity pulled away parts of me
lost did I believe they were
no longer for my eyes to see
Yet elated I am to say
that gone they were not
only within a web of another's cunning tactics
did they for a time get caught
For inside of me they still reign
those parts that I treasure of myself
I've found them again now as I've ventured out alone
never again shall they be lost or collecting dust upon a shelf
These pieces of me so vital
to identifying who I truly am inside
are ones I shall keep close to me always
emit to others with great pride
A most wonderous lesson I have learned in life
is to never allow another to take those special parts of me
they are mine and mine alone
to distribute to those I wish with my heart to see.
Much success I wish for you on this thread where the water is cool and inviting, and those stones so glisten in a brilliant sunshine that have a spirit desiring to wander to play amongst their depths.
Wabbit | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:01:25 PM | Thank you Wabbit, and genegem look forward to your writing here
whisper soft breezes
we met up after an afternoon rain,
coming in from a long day
lot of phone calls, and things to do, busy afternoon
just want to get to you, so i came in from the coast
driving through the countryside, to meet you
at that place off from downtown
as i drove up i saw you standing outside
so parked on the side of the street, and got out
hitting the buttin to lock the doors behind
"have you been here long, love?"
"no, i just got here, i had the most horrendous day!"
"let's go inside, and get warm, and you can tell me about it"
a man dressed in a gray wool suit, a black overcoat, and black shoes
opens the door while holding an umbrella, for his mate
a young woman about five foot four with long black hair wearing a black dress
extending to her calves, and a black overcoat
she enters first and then the man
they walk in and take a seat at one of the booths without waiting to be seated
as they are familiar with the establishment
coats removed and hung on the hangars at the end of the booth
the waitress walks over, says" hello, wet one out there today. You look cold dear, i'll see if he wouldn't mind turning up the heat in here" Handing them the menus, she walks away.
The man in the suit half rises, and leans across the table to kiss the girl. The establishment is older, and there are two women in a corner booth talking about their day, they're laughter is overheard. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:04:41 PM | Love One
You Turn To Me
and start to speak, as
I drift into space to remember the
feel of your skin on my cheek, like
angel silk, Leonardo's colour's brushed on my
face, I inhale you, the salt still graces my
lips, I can't send my tongue to them lest the memory be gone, I listen
as you speak, your voice like
music, I smile and remember our airs, who were supposed to be, so
I bite your shoulder, and you
Slap me, Yell you never Listen, and Run
to the bathroom, and slam the
door, What the f**k, I yell Baby
come Out, I Love You, You never
Listen you A*****e, God d*mn it, I
head down the stairs, wait, befor
this goes any further, we are
Still lying in bed, you turn to
me, you start to speak, Baby
Please forgive my
interruption, but, I Love You, what
were you saying? and you see
me as my head rests against the piilow without
airs, and you gaze upon me, your thoughts change in front of me, your eyes
search me, I wonder what your thinking, You're Beautiful, Your
eyes make me smile, I
Inhale You | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:10:28 PM | Ya see, every artist needs someone in their life to
drive them insane, to drive them to cut their throat, wrists,
ear off, or drive their delorean into a brick wall at a 120 mph
And every hero needs someone in their life to push them to their limits
so they can fight off 3 million persians, start a revolution and free scotland,
take on terrorists,
. . . As well as an angel to look over their shoulder
Your beauty, depression, and, anger is really workin for me! Mix
it with my own neurotic problems, and we're there!
As long as I hang on your every word,
I'll be so f**ked up, that the middle east doesn't stand a chance!
One thing your depression is weighing, wish I could help,
can you try out being a total **** once in a while.
I need something to drive me past my breaking point!
Thank you | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:15:56 PM | Love . . . Six
the light that crosses lover's eyes
if you've never felt it, then
you may think I'm full of shit
the plain comfort in enjoying who your with
sometimes it's just the one person who's
not stabbing you in your back
knowing when you come across
something, someone that this person
is who you were looking for
someone who makes the rest of it go away | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:17:23 PM | Alone in this cold bed tonight
with thoughts of you
words, pictures, and thoughts
play catch with them by myself
as I bounce them off the wall
woken by a crack of something
hitting the window
thought maybe you were home
coming through the door
one clock ticks, and the other glows
counting off the minutes of the night
waiting til daybreak and 1 new to show
when again I get to talk to you
sun rises and sweeps across the new day
knock to see if the neighbor kids
can come out and play
sitting on the hood of worn humvee
checking the mail to see if your free
when the grace of your smile
fills me soul with dreams to be
going to open the window,
let some breeze flow through
this empty room tonight
another night in this cold bed | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:24:50 PM | Tired of fking elevator music
Tired of being pacified
Tired of losing faith
not following my heart
being left heartless
the penetrating fkng
voice of no, no,no
nothing's right
be miserable with me
that shit overcome's spirit
it overcome's life
and makes life a hell
I don't want to be lead
on another heartless journey
another battle without
fulfillment of rage, lust for blood,
desire,
to come home to see which tv gangster is fighting with who
can you say lame
there's a curve I take
each day on the way home
each day I increase the speed
to see how long the tires hold
follow
follow passion
follow your heart into
into battle
into life
into your lovers eyes
into bed
into the phone booth 3$ for an international call
into some 3rd world country to help the ones who need it,
follow it away
away from a life devoid
of passion
away from a life devoid of pain
a life devoid of hunger
of growth
of life death
love hate
that pounding sex up against a wall comes from a life lived
not from a life behind a desk
don't waste your love, or hate, both are not limitless wells
find something worth doing
bleed for it
die for it
get ripped apart for it
be born into life,
instead mindlessness
yes then
war will exist
pain will exist
love will exist
passion
confusion
hope
suffering
reward
and joy
heaven
and hell
will exist
each monotonous new day
kills something
prevents the birth of a dream
makes me forget just how much
I loved you just a minute befor
the feelings developed
the lives that exist
the feelings you will know
when you give yourself to me | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:26:16 PM | Love Five
I open the door, and walk in.
I hang up my jacket, and baseball hat, and walk passed the dining room into the kitchen.
I see you standing there, but I don't say anything.
I see that you did your hair, and f**k you are beautiful, but I don't say anything.
I look to you and say "the medical treatment center is built, it will be up and running tomorrow"
damn, all I think about is you. in between every push, pull, and heave, your on my mind, but I don't tell you that.
I'm tired, and everything hurts.
you cooked? I'm just going to have a bowl of reese's cereal.
I take the milk out of the refrigerator, and set it down. I walk to the other side of the island, reach in the cupboard and grab the box.
it's more than half full, and in attempt to tell you your everything to me I ask you if you want a bowl.
I reach to open the cupboard toget a bowl, and you step in front of me, and look up into my eyes.
I love you, but I don't say it.
I kiis you gently on the lips, and rest my face in your hair.
I kiss your ear, and keep kissing along cheek until I get to your lips.
I kiss you, and with my tongue try to tell you I want you to open your mouth.
we kiss deeply, and passionately.
I lift you up to the counter, and start to kiss your neck, along your collar bone, to the center of your chest.
my hands move down your body to lift your shirt off,
you let me.
I start to kiss your breasts.
I love you, but don't say it.
my hands move to your hips, and I pull you closer.
my hands move to unbutton your jeans
you let me, and I begin to remove your pants.
I kiss your lips, and just can't say what I'm thinking . . . | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:30:57 PM | Hunger
Build
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Bite
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Build
Want
Sustain
Pulse
Build
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Desire
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Build
Want
More
Hunger
Harder
Want
Sustain
Fire
Build
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Build
Beast
Sustain
Drive
Build
Want
Sustain | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:33:01 PM | the towel slips open
and slides off your hips
I reach out but not in time
my hands around your waist
your skin feels soft,
and the heat starts to rise
on my breath on your lips
you look in my eyes
together we stand in the fire
in a moment of
"innocence
where the flames of curiosity
reduce it to a consumme de purity"
purity of thought, and of mind
fire burns inside and outside our circle | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 12:34:30 PM | sitting in the grass
you lay back against me
and we watch the falls rain down
lying silent just feeling
your skin against mine
fall asleep in the grass under the sun
wake with you wrapped up in my arms
in the mid afternoon, baked from the sun
my breath on you neck,
wrapping you tighter
and pulling you in
kiss the back of your neck and fall asleep again | |
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