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Post by dawness on Sept 17, 2006 14:22:53 GMT -6
gone, my bones chiseled by the madness
of a waxing moon,
this night stretches like years ravaged by
the ghosts of tempestuous pining
is that the sunlight
peering through the window?
its glow blinds me..
i'm empty
a bitter bread crumb of angst
like morphine
wear offs
and i am still hemorrhaging
from many nights of childless identity
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Post by liquidpromise on Sept 17, 2006 14:41:23 GMT -6
WOW! Took the words right out of my mouth.
Exceptional, excellent penning.
Safe Journey!
Lauren
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Post by dawness on Sept 18, 2006 3:41:40 GMT -6
thanks lauren.... you are just as unique!
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don't want your touch, gangrene infested
by the mud of your slimy words and leaking turbulence
diving in a sea of despair.
once , the topaz sea of your embraces
cuddled me to the shore of bouyant grasses.
you have wilted since,
sinking slowly
withdrawing murkily
into inhuman cells
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Post by anirbas on Sept 18, 2006 11:10:18 GMT -6
*gigglegiggle* Lauren, meet the darker side of mon ami, Dawn... Babygirl's got it going on...She can walk the walk, talk the talk and sing a song...And man, she got soul, she can poem... hehe...promise i'm not high or breathing gases... it happens this way for me at times... all comes out in lyrical flow... usually means i'm about to get my poeming on... or i'm seriously hemorrhaging metaphors and poeming subliminally in comments... as i've been poeming or reading poeming so long... it hits a beat in my head... and words seem to spew in a watershed of inanity outta me...and sometimes, profanity, too...DG... tell me to shut up, Nir... Ella Enchanted here... Your wish is my command... LOL...And all that rot... i think i might have one more poem left in me, before i'm off to Logan sit... and this thread and your pieces inspired me, Dawn... let's see what i've got in the off the cuff grab bag this morningtide... maybe nothing...LOL...we'll see... oh, and TAG! YOU'RE BOTH IT!!!! PASS IT ON!!!! Nir.  |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 18, 2006 11:34:18 GMT -6
After midnight thoughts... Leave me limp with the clarity of looking through the dragon's eyes of sleep deprived reflectionary grit... I see your meandering, devil may care, come what may, grand design... I see you never cared for me... Once more a pawn, never a queen... Just another man, seeking a lifesize Barbie doll... Not something more...That's all... A fantasy...Not reality... And realize... I was wrong... I should have flown far from you, when you gatecrashed my former comfort zone...Standing and receiving were not the right decisions to make... I should have ran... Ran, ran til my lungs burst... And I died on the spot I took my last rasping, life clotted and suffocated breath upon... It would have brought me less pain, than just standing still... Running til my lungs burst... Once more, I've let you lead the dance... Followed in the wake of your vision with a mincing prance... Knowing it was possible, believing in all possibility... It could all turn out to be the same old shell game... I'm only shocked, you being you, continues to surprise me... See, I'm still believing, in all the lines you laid, like pure coke in front of a junkie's drooling face and snout... Before spring, and the coming of the unvarnished truth, arrived to will out the day, in the aftermath of such raw, pure and simple beauty... But, at least, I have that... Cold comfort after midnight... I have that week's worth of living, to carry me the rest of my life... And you, you'll be carrying the knowledge, you could of had that and more, for the rest of your life... And we both knew, that week blew your fuses, baby... You could have had that and more, for the rest of your life... Unconditional Sabrina loving... If you weren't such a chicken. Chicken! Chicken! Chicken! Bwawk! Bwawk! Bwawk! Dodo brained me, thinking you were a hawk... You ain't nuthin' but a rooster... Wanting to spread your seed all over the yard... In my brain, a dodo bird may be harbored... But, in my spirit, a harpy sits... Until she flies... And then, she just does... After midnight thoughts... Leave me limp with the clarity of looking through the dragon's eyes of sleep deprived reflectionary grit... ~Sabrina. *Thanks for the inspirationing, Aurora! Felt good to do it again...Trip trap in your dawnic wake...Off and into the day and new week with it's occupant fresh hells to startle and freeze me like a doe in the oncoming lights of gatecrashing mack truck...snickergiggle...Nice living this week to all da folks! And a big wave from Texas, too...Nir. |
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Post by dawness on Sept 19, 2006 2:55:34 GMT -6
i now awaken the goddess in you. tarannn! ( waves the magic wand!) of course , yuo can write everything with aplomb, sabs!
"rasping, life clotted and suffocated breath upon..." now, i need myoxygen. LOL... enoughy of your sleeping beauty mode, ok? hugggs!
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why did you tear my chest and open it like
a devastated clam?
how can you just rake the very stripes that
hid the flesh i am hiding in?
what knife of angst have you
lunged into my invincible heart's armor?
why can you kick me, rape my mind and storm my childhood gate?
why?
why?
because i allowed it.
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Post by dawness on Sept 20, 2006 13:39:27 GMT -6
spirit and beast come forth
and like a starvving wolf
riddle the nights with guns
made from your rusting arms.
gray shadows loom
orchards ravaged by coyote's moans.
she lay almost dead
burned by the incense of roaches' froth
just then,
your spirit shouts, "no!"
your beast laughs, "yes."
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Post by anirbas on Sept 20, 2006 15:46:21 GMT -6
your spirit shouts, "no!" your beast laughs, "yes." ~fragmentation of Dawnic verse ~*~ loved 'em both...but those last two lines, cracked me up, DG! and yes, anytime our hearts are broken, we allowed it... it could have not happened had we not allowed it... we should be better parents to ourselves, yes? LOL... slipping into the day to...slip into the day, slipping into evening...blessed be, sweets! Nir. |
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Post by dawness on Sept 21, 2006 6:26:14 GMT -6
your evenings??? slumberland or lumberland??? sleep tight, my sabs!  |
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Post by dawness on Sept 21, 2006 6:29:47 GMT -6
soiled shirt and spoiled buttons
the tattered hems of thoughts
dragging the feet into bitter quicksand
how long must this agony
crown my days with thorns
when all but one rose can
make me exhale.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 21, 2006 22:32:06 GMT -6
Beautiful, elegant and eloquent, Aurora...I love it...Nir. |
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Post by dawness on Sept 22, 2006 2:56:17 GMT -6
a dose of inspiration comes from you, dear sabs! hugggs |
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Post by dawness on Sept 22, 2006 3:12:06 GMT -6
how could you burn my flesh at the stakes
near your tomb
i did not promise a burial for your dying furnace.
those glimmers at the sides of my chambers
are the fires of hope you snuffed
nights before you warped my sleep
am i my brother's keeper?
not when i am peeled to rot
beside your cemetery of doom.
deaden your senses if you must
i still sniff the fresh air
and want to live, breathe, bloom.
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Post by dawness on Sept 24, 2006 5:11:44 GMT -6
in sickness and in health,
the darkness of your scent
has turned fresh tulips
into plates of dust.
when was the last time
you flowered in front of my
eyes?
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Post by anirbas on Sept 24, 2006 21:43:47 GMT -6
arrggggh...was fixing to try to form a poetic follow-up...the dryer buzzer flowered in my ears! must go pay obeseiance to the dryer and washer gods in the laundry room...LOL...great gems from you though, sweets! got more? nir.  |
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Post by dawness on Sept 25, 2006 1:15:54 GMT -6
ey, sabs. come on over and spin! forget the dryer and whatever... LOL! the dark brings out the light. huggs, purple lady! |
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Post by dawness on Sept 25, 2006 6:26:41 GMT -6
now comes the calling of bleak hours
asking my fear and grief to overtake me
a recluse beneath such milky night
this beaten heart drunk with poisoned liqueur
where is the holy hour i seek to
dive in halves of a body gasping for
both soothing and comforting?
those dragons inside my intestinal walls
are craving for loud songs
when splendor of a calm night
hums above a sea of light
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Post by dawness on Oct 2, 2006 9:07:24 GMT -6
spare me the details of your pussed intoxication
i am not the vessel
of your dark, mad tearing nights
this time,
i am outside of you.
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Post by kathylynn on Oct 2, 2006 20:40:26 GMT -6
Wow this is great, Loved the two of you doing your thing. All great writes.
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Post by dawness on Oct 3, 2006 2:35:19 GMT -6
thanks kat. you can come over and join us. ---- past the stop of red light your entrance spits the very courtyard that graced the orchids in fresh repose your phantom's cloak robs the honeydew that lays upon the grass. leave me, you shackled sour sly fox a fallen man, shake your fears with your own dark light! |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2006 12:04:15 GMT -6
i am the open wound
i am the living visage
of the past that has died
i am the walking dead
i am everything you see
and so much more,
you have not
and yet to view
i am the daffodil
and the flower
that stinks of putridity
i am the air you breathe
i am the dirt you trod upon
i am the hurt you do not feel
i am the conscience you do not have
i am these things and so much more
but i am no longer anything to you...
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Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2006 12:12:04 GMT -6
and oh my stars...oxygen...ooooooxygen, DG...mercy...mercy...for with your poeming
on the first page, you did slay me as it i did read...look...you flipped a page, DAWN! ggglgggl
now, we are on, page two! yippee...and yes, pretty please Kat, join us! the more the merrier is a motto, Dawn and I share...so, please bring it on...this is a collective type thread...the more contributors, the more precious the tapestry...ggglgggl...effusing...must be pms'ing...
haha...hears the sound of guys rolling their eyes, if not sees it...TAG! YOU'RE ALL IT!
Nir
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Post by dawness on Oct 4, 2006 1:58:42 GMT -6
yaaay, sabs.... you bleed me to gush out my intestines, LOL. beautifully disarming. and for the oxygen, let's have another puff! hi kat!!! --- i can no longer be touched by your filthy hand or caressed by the very mounds of your palms that beat my chin to a straw black and blue save your punches at dawnbreak tomorrow. i will conquer you. |
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Post by dawness on Oct 4, 2006 12:19:01 GMT -6
i am not done with you yet
the witches and warlocks of the east gates
will swarm and scrape your demented, deceitful moves.
what is you center made of
but a hollow shell even crabs cannot dwell on
not even a crowd of your inner noises can
appease the bats that rupture the veins of a dead cat.
no one,
no one can ever be like your beast-like kind
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Post by dawness on Oct 5, 2006 3:29:04 GMT -6
hours after night i walk out of my sleep
this soul self visits a graveyard
with your name etched on a stone
you lie there very still and frozen
while here,
in my room
i live for the thorns of joy
nevermore to be awaken when you
left me standing
alone
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Post by dawness on Oct 6, 2006 9:49:29 GMT -6
the boy just wanted to slide on your
dark forest. it is dim, no light.
that's what nakes it mysterious.
ehy did you turn on the light?
it isn't time yet.
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Post by dawness on Oct 7, 2006 18:34:40 GMT -6
lord of pain, prince of wrath
i have no more tears for you
not after midnight's long journey
from purgatory and back
this calvary pinned with a hundred nails
much too much
is peace near enough to carry me
in my crib?
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Post by dawness on Oct 8, 2006 11:48:17 GMT -6
departing spies had him almost freakingly dead
on a rooftop spilled with pig's blood and turpentine
and thus, by three in the morning
the gutters of his heart sliced in half
unknown to none
this dead man rose to taunt and kill
the spies in his mind.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 9, 2006 1:25:28 GMT -6
WHEW! Dawnslammed, am I...I mean, smoking poeming and that ain't no lie!
Oxygen...Oxygen...I'm gasping like a fish onshore, about to be gutted and filleted...
~*~
After midnight...
Approximately two in the a.m.
Dawn slammed me to the wall,
not once, not twice, but again and again...
With more than one poetic offering...
She slew me, with words that went through me...
Left me hemorrhaging, barely standing...
And so I thought it best, to go to bed...
Before all over this box, I had outward bled...
ggglgggl...Sabs, I ain't Babs, but I'm often near...
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 9, 2006 1:38:39 GMT -6
Can people please refrain from slamming Sabrina against the wall. The poor woman is getting very battered and bruised.  David |
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