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Post by anirbas on Oct 9, 2006 15:32:24 GMT -6
*cacklegigglesnicker* you so funny, Chief...
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Post by dawness on Oct 11, 2006 3:22:03 GMT -6
LOL, david. you and your bloody english sense of wit. oh, i mean your own kind of wit. ohhhhh, sabs. laughterlaughter.... too much angst on this page, huh? twinkle now...  huggs! ---- for the last time now, i speak with double swords bladed by my own wrath desist from taking the crowns glowing on my head this is the goddess from eight heavens slashing your power over me. not your slander, not your beast-like behavior can unsettle my peace. i stand victorious over your limping spirit. you are nothing. nothing are you. ( you knew that a long time ago) |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 12, 2006 22:48:05 GMT -6
ggglgggl...you tell me to twinkle and then write another angst poem for me to follow?
hehehehehe...you so funny, DG...i'm cackling like the witch i am into the enitity's "face"
at the moment...gimmee a minute...see if i can think of any tinkerbellian type stuff...hehehehehehehehehe...oh, my stars...re-reading what David left, cracked me up...
then you followed that with another crack me up moment...i'm just daft at the moment with crackedness...hehehehehehehe...ooh...ooh...quit it...wait a minute...perhaps there's my twinkly poeming idea...
~*~
Darkness cracked
wide open...
Just fissured
from one end
to the other...
Oh, brother...
Oh, sister...
You should
have been
there!
What a
light show!
Pewter dark tears turned
to saffron and silver
glitter, floating out
and about from
the crevasse
of newly
ripped
and
released
lightness...
Glistening near metaphorical
allergens and pollen...
Lifted and sifted
right up her
friends noses...
Causing
them
to have
a sneezing
attack...
Whining...
TAKE IT BACK!
TAKE IT BACK!
Take back
the lightness!
We can't
handle this!
TAKE IT BACK!
Ha-ha-choo!
ggglgggl...
Sabrina
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Post by dawness on Oct 14, 2006 11:56:11 GMT -6
yes, yes, yes.... sabs, i like the element of surprise here and the rhythmic "take me back."echoes of the soft side of you perhaps only a few really know. LOL. love this! more, more...
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Post by dawness on Oct 15, 2006 11:08:52 GMT -6
time is due for you to pay
your dues.
for every pint of blood that hemmoraghed my heart,
the days will count the whips of your rage and wars
then,
time will cast its dice.
it's your turn to vomit your own blood
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Post by dawness on Oct 16, 2006 9:49:43 GMT -6
the boat that carries my dreams
sinks under the rocks you threw
in the middle of my reverie,
i wasn't good enough
that i wasted too many needles on you.
funny,
the same needles point to a compass that sails
far away from all the back talks and wrestling winds that became you.
i am afloat with the north wind,
you are sinking.
you were the one who wasn't good enough.
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2006 15:25:31 GMT -6
Even your name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Sam |
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Post by dawness on Oct 17, 2006 10:06:41 GMT -6
dang, sha! just a line and you assaulted my senses! let me try...
----
i thought you made
me suffer, but it was your spirit that
was mangled
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Post by Sam on Oct 17, 2006 11:53:12 GMT -6
I have untangled the web
that held my heart bound
while you still weave....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Oct 18, 2006 4:58:40 GMT -6
whooo!
----
do not enter into a heart thorned by
crosses multiplied
if i bleed and you touch me
then take heed,
bleed with me
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Post by anirbas on Oct 18, 2006 23:46:49 GMT -6
after midnight thoughts...
find me thinking
of soft sides...
soft sides?
are irrelevant...
all soft sides do...
is cause a girl to get hurt
or screwed one way or the other...
better to be hard as a shard of rock...
charred as a dark, cold ember...
for yes, if you touch me,
i shiver...
i'm not marble...
and yes, if you cut me...
symbolically or otherwise...
i bleed...profusely...
so, best of me
to scuddle
sideways,
slip off the page
into the ocean
of anonymity
like the little earthbound
crab wishing it was an angel
that i am and be...
ggglgggl...dame pulling up lame...next...
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Post by dawness on Oct 19, 2006 5:37:00 GMT -6
sonnnamagun, sabs... i love this! from earthbound to angel... you didn't notice that , did you? wham! now. pick me up from the floor, LOL..
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Post by dawness on Oct 19, 2006 5:40:31 GMT -6
crazy, crazy
thinking that the gates will unlock the
silence that arrests, jails, and binds me.
i turn to clouds hovering in my crown.
the keys,
the lock
how could anyone save me
i lost the keys , they are not with me
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Post by dawness on Oct 23, 2006 1:05:19 GMT -6
empty room now crowded by wails
of snuffed tears
silenced by hidden anger and angst,
returning from that which was almost dead
and,
worse,
the heart pleads like an insane beggar
without a penny for her thoughts
all gone.
given to love for husband undone,
children none.
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Post by dawness on Oct 24, 2006 11:04:26 GMT -6
i speak to the winds almost howling
there is no reason for you to stop
listening,
my choices were inked with tears
that can never reach the shores of light rippling.
you forget that i lost the shell from our ocean bed
when you pressed the yoke and killed our dream
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Post by dawness on Oct 26, 2006 8:34:23 GMT -6
fear stalks my palpitating heart
will you come again and rattle my body
with snakes on your hair,
mouse tails on your fingers
and a slingshot that batters my broken ribs
endlessly
till i wake from this terror and
slap your mouth
making you bleed drip by drip
before i tie you, bury you
undead in your own tomb.
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Post by dawness on Oct 28, 2006 10:54:06 GMT -6
the stench of your venom
stretches far, farther from
the very first day those
luna moons struck
the chords of opium in
tongues hungry for the wolves'
turpentine breaths.
the madness of false prophets
betrays the doves that once lived in
your nest.
the night pronounced you dead on arrival.
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Post by dawness on Oct 29, 2006 10:50:05 GMT -6
pastures abstain from sweetness
they watch the children growing old and fading
not from their youth
but from stunted bliss of knowing
thieves, murderers
in thier own homes
wrecked by bitter gulps of mothers wailing
fathers slapping wrists tied in discontent.
the threads of wonderment snaps
the glory of innocence
forever frozen after the first stage of
a baby's breath and birth.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 30, 2006 18:18:57 GMT -6
fabulous works within this thread.. apologies for not having found it sooner.
x Soul
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Post by dawness on Nov 1, 2006 5:53:32 GMT -6
thank you, soul. --- where can you find me a slice of starburst or just a melody that hums in the wing of night? trees bark and flowers cry with me on a night of a wedding that will never be. it's 3 am, and a ring will bind me to someone who is not you. my bridal gown drops on the floor. no more, no more. |
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Post by dawness on Nov 2, 2006 23:04:17 GMT -6
how could this be?
we are lying together
and i feel so alone
wrapped in my warped thoughts,
you cannot feel my skin peeling slowly
from the scabs of spoiling leaves.
the window peeps
and blows blankets of tinted light.
there is no sorrow now, radiance comes.
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Post by anirbas on Nov 4, 2006 2:59:29 GMT -6
Eschewing and espousing
my own after midnight meanderments
of the mind...I find myself in the after midnight
thoughts thread...Wondering...As mind is wandering...
Wandering wondering...Wishing...Wondering wandering...
[wwwwwwhir go the wheels of an after midnight mind]
Wandering in search of a poem in the windy
halls of a convoluted cranium, at best...
Deciding, perhaps I'm to heartbroken
and spirit sickened on top of being tired,
to get my poeming on properly,
this evening...Afterall...
It is after midnight...
It's near three in the am...
And trying to shove creatively
inclined thoughts
through this dense forest
of hypervigilance
my mind has become
the repository of...
Is like trying to push
a saliva slick cherryred sucker
through a bowl filled with cotton balls...
The color is bound to disappear in the blazing whiteness...
Whiteness of static sound resounding, reverberating
through a mind wiped clean from stress
and emotional trauma...Listening
for sounds that go bump in the night...
Or the whisper of a match being struck
to light a housefire about one's feet...
Critical situations require critical thinking...
Who can think of a single credible poem
in this condition? Before or after midnight,
I ask of thee...Expecting not an answer...
Finding comfort after midnight,
simply in the asking
of the question...
Needing no
answer...
There
is none...
Not a single
solitary answer
for any question
you can ask...
Only the cold comfort
of knowing you are still alive
after midnight, mid-streaming thoughts
of meanderment and questions
in the after midnight
thoughts thread...
Still alive to ask
questions...
Whether
one wishes
to be so,
or not...
For is not
the first blessing
to simply breathe...
Until we just don't?
To be alive?
Of and in the moment,
until we just aren't?
More questions,
without answers...
Just glad to be alive,
after midnight, to wonder...
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Post by dawness on Nov 6, 2006 2:23:04 GMT -6
to just be naked and express the very emotion you feel at the moment--- this is so pure, unedited and really in the flesh... the soul rises to listen when you speak from the gut... i was with you, sabs... all the way! what a release! yes!
More questions,
without answers...
Just glad to be alive,
after midnight, to wonder...
( i resonate!)
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Post by dawness on Nov 6, 2006 2:33:18 GMT -6
windows,
panels, gilded gates and cages,
rooms, dilapidated chairs,
pasteurized walls and knock down closets,
screens mashed with clay,
more doors,
knobs , roof that opens the killer's instinct.
partitions, spout reeking of turpentine.
shut off, shut up.
my privacy waits for me.
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Post by dawness on Nov 8, 2006 9:25:01 GMT -6
the post midnight hours are the bleakest
until we see a speck of light that
peers into the receses of a
longing, haunting soul.
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Post by Sam on Nov 8, 2006 10:52:45 GMT -6
I slept the sleep of the innocent
in a room silenced by peace ...
What a wonderful release
to all the pain you brought to me.
I let it all go last night..........
I finally set it free.
Sent it back to torment you
and once again let me be.....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Nov 9, 2006 9:18:29 GMT -6
shadow of past thorns
loom in the thick of my bone's marrow,
all and all,
as i catch the sharp edges
they now turn to
floral blessings round and plump
inside my heart
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Post by dawness on Nov 13, 2006 9:53:34 GMT -6
the late hours blame you for
owl's eyes that stare blank
on the blinds that curtained your
lightness.
dark, darker, darkest
are these endless minutes when
your hourglass stops your
pulse from pumping the waters
of your voice
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Post by dawness on Nov 14, 2006 8:34:26 GMT -6
it cursed time and space
boundless in a sky unlimited
unchained.
this is the sleep that
gave me acid of
total unrest.
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Post by dawness on Nov 16, 2006 4:23:23 GMT -6
begone, nightshadow.
the hums of sudden showers
speak of genteleness,
tenderness,
happiness.
what makes you seek the
ruins of temples
made by shafts of love?
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huggs!
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