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PrintableSnowQueen said: MarieLouise said: I like this one. It's a bit overloaded by images, but those images are strong, original and confronting.
Thanks. It's supposed to be image-filled. That was the point of it and what I was trying to do.  The imagery reminds me a bit of Silvia Plath, do you know her? Not the style of writing, rather those bizarre images that you are able to understand although they are so strange. Does any of you know Wislawa Szymborska, a Polish poet (woman)? She won the Nobel Prize for literature. I really love her poems. | |
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I Am
By Elaine I am nothing but an enigma. I am but a lost dream, and a lost fear over coming me. I am a little bit of darkness I am a little bit of light, and a combination of fear and bashful might. I am the hate of your soul I am the smile of his, and I was the one he kissed. I am the tears of my eyes I am the corners of the world, and I am nothing but a lost little girl. I am unconfident I am the blackness of your soul, and forever will be your personal turmoil. I am the dagger you stuck in my back I am the words of your spoiled tongue, and the feelings in your heart that have been undone. I am the one you wish you were I am your jealousy, and forever your envy. I am the one who took your hate and made it apart of me. I am the one that never made it go away, and I regret that till this day. I am a secret that has been unlocked. I am the passion of locked desires, and heat of my fire. I am forever here in this endless maze of emotions. I am the repition of history, and I am what I am, I am me. | |
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I'm gonna post mine anyway, for the ones who know Dutch... And those that don't can see it's a sonnet, because of the rhyme-structure.  Sorry guys, I don't mean to be pattriotic or something, but I just don't write English poems !
Weerwoord het mes is bij het laatste licht geslepen naast de kerk gaat hij naar de vergeten deur hij heeft zijn harp gespannen, zijn droom begrepen van het meisje met weke hals en verre geur hij zal haar niet wurgen, al spannen zijn kleren als ze verstrooid wat noten kraakt op haar kruk en ze met bleke blik het spreken verleren te veel drinken op het vreemde geluk wacht dacht zijn auto in de stille straat de gebroken snaar wordt morgen beloofd als het meisje van nu naar de kippen gaat met de laatste kruimels uit zijn hoofd hij had al eens gehoord van Jezus enzovoort | |
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thank you everyone for sharingbut i have to go now I hope to talk to you all later on...I loved the poems they were awesome...
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Where is the Love?
Where is the Love? Because I want somebody to walk up behind me and kiss me on my neck Just breathe on my neck That's what Eryka said I don't need no typical, ordinary, run of the mill, garden variety lover Musiq said But how well they say it Romance . . . Sweet, slow tongue kissing grinding against the wall feeling the beginning of excitement Where's that? I want you, but I want you to want me too Oh Marvin to only hear those words spoken in my ear during a slow grind against the wall I wanna' be your Martha researh that if you will If only for one night Musiq so sweet Because we can pretend we're married if you're my Prince So why do I speak in the rhymes and rhythms of others? Because I lost my groove . . . my fire Hell, I don't even smoulder I need the excitement of a first night a one night stand an overnight lay read between the lines or even better between the sheets Because like Eryka said: I want somebody to walk up behind me and kiss me on my neck just breathe on my neck. © CM Productions **************************************************
If the wind blew every petal from your precious red rose 
Would U be afraid of what U'd find inside? 
Prince - Dreamin' About U | |
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Overextension of emotion, mediocre at best, Unconvincing devotion, more shallow than the rest, The smell of Ur heart on Ur sleeve makes me want to puke, U said U'd never leave, but then U ran off with DOOK 
Unintentionally void of emotion, Even as you rub your pettle soft hands with lotion, And stroke my regrets back to hell, Where every festering vile apsiration of mine dwells, Where U drove this wedge between us, like ur lips around my penis, like ur lips around my penis, like ur lips around my penis. 
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FIVE (By AsianBomb777) Pillow light and cozy hearth, my chest beckons you, Warmth surrounding every fiber , muscles locked in a slow waltz, Embers of distant memories crackle, fizzle, and hiss to nothingness, Your chest firm and soft , your eyes unlike mine, I don’t want to talk about the other, 
Since 5 plagued with debilitating self-loathing, Delusional grandeur of normalcy, leaving me bereft of explanation, But confining you to mere amusement, secondary to the other, We sit entwined in soul bearing, and only yours is exposed, While mine rises like those embers, escaping from the hearth, Searching out a path to the other, Who has been running since the age of 5. Unlike John 19:39-42, the night is not made bright by Nicodemus, but blasphemously rumored red hot with Ur lips around my penis, Ur Lips around my penis, Ur lips around my penis,  [Edited 12/18/04 21:07pm] | |
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WE ALL HAVE A SHELL - AsianBomb777 We all have a shell. And I wear mine quite well, Emotionally unavailable, yet quietly polite, Charming and disarming despite, We all have a shell. 
We all have a shell. And I wear mine quite well, A safe place bereft of adventure, Regal yet lacking any grandeur, A place so displaced by a void, Where the soul’s house is devoid, 
Where there is no moon, no mars, no venus, Without your lips around my penis, Ur lips around my penis, Ur lips around my penis 
. [Edited 12/18/04 21:25pm] | |
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I'm AFRAID OF AMERICA - AisanBomb777 I’m afraid of America, Bleached in narrow morality and neo-liberal capitalism, Cleansed of diversity and intellectualism, Discarding environmental sensitivity and social activism, Racing to the pearly gates of Christian fundamentalism, Burning text books that refute creationism, Spending my hard earned money on imperialism, Unable to satisfy its taste for gold except with warring unilateralism, Passing extremist views as patriotism, Mass marketing ideology in the farce of combating terrorism, Pillaging human rights in the guise of traditionalism, I’m afraid of this America. One that seeks to drive a wedge between us, Like ur icy cold lips around my penis, ur lips around my penis, ur lips around my penis,  | |
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THE DYE IN UR PURPLE RAIN - AsianBomb777 I will be ur acujack, The prize in ur crackerjack, The sweat in ur nasty buttcrack, The stain in ur little brain, The pain in ur number one vein, The dye in ur purple rain, The smudge in ur little grudge, The blood in ur cock dipped in fudge, The sally that makes ur tally wack, The woody pecker in ur lumberjack, Yeah baby, I will be ur acujack, 
..And U an be: The pump for my penis, Like ur lips around my penis, Ur lips around my penis Ur lips around my penis . [Edited 12/19/04 1:20am] | |
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Unamed POEM 1 - AisanBomb777 Lightning fast, pulsating rhythm, a jungle of tribal discourse non-verbal as it may be, We bump to the thump of the cracking, grinding, hypnotic beat smothered in smoky heat and blackness broken by occasional flashes of white light and dilated pupils. I remember beautiful things about you only in vague hazes of blinks much like the strobe we bathed in, such beautiful things, although razor sharp my memory of the song, nothing but photocopy flashes of your face, and only blackness of your name, like ur lips around my penis like ur lips around my penis  | |
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. U DID NOT LIKE MY AVATAR - AsianBomb777 U did not like my avatar, Normally this would have spelled disaster, U did not like my avatar, This time, it did not matter, I am a crack whore on your street, U beat the drums, I beat my meat, I am a lesbian in love with penis, A man with a huge vagina, A donkey with absolutely no ass, Two straight men making love with each other, A republican who opposed the war, A democrat who shoots his gun for fun, A boy who cannot say no to U, 
Still, U did not like my avatar, A million IP hops between us, I can still sense ur lips around my penis, Ur lips around my penis Ur lips around my penis  | |
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Yes - AsianBomb777 Yes. No. Maybe so. Something stank. Say excuse me! WTF? Give me that fucking piece of toast and shut up. Just becuase we had some fun in Sembach and hated each other by the time we reached Bonn Key West was best, but the Copa was scary. Listen..just put Ur lips around my penis Ur lips around my penis ur lips around my penis 
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AsianBomb777 said some fucking fantastic things  and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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The Strange Goings-Ons At Josie's Greasy Diner
I met my wife at Josie's greasy diner At the end of a conversation about the ills of fermented cheese I've never encountered a soul so kinder 'Cept Rosie the waitress, who gives me head. I reached for the cream as I sat down beside her She was the vision in a dream I had a lifetime ago "Two lumps - no make that three!" Was my suave reply to the transsexual named Dave Who calls me chip off the old block 'Cause she knew my day way back when Both were men. "Come Judy, come Judy, come sit down beside me! I can laugh with the best of them If you'll just give me a try I'm just a wayward sinner on the path to Hell Please give me a scent of your old-time religion" Through Eggs Benedict, my money well-spent With just enough for rent I proposed under the watchful eye of Mom Cook with a cause and part-time minister, of course At the church next door A bodega 'till four - Then the worshippers come Praising God amidst bottles of rum N'ere-do-wells with a taste for 100 proof faith Crying witnesses as I take Judy for my bride From death unto life, our vows fashioned with the knife Used to cut the salted pork... Now, Judy and I cite inspirational verse Which, for better or worse, coupled with the grease from Mom's spoon Makes my Sweet bride swoon As we jump the broom on a moody afternoon here in Josie's greasy diner. Written by: JesseDezz Check out my novels "Rage and the City" and "Star" at: www.booksurge.com My author page: https://www.amazon.com/au...eretttruth | |
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IstenSzek said: AsianBomb777 said some fucking fantastic things Oh My God --U really like them  | |
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yes, I do write...
thinkin' of making a website for them... dunno... | |
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This is a song I wrote called 'Blame'...
Time will not heal this pain I witnessed your crime I saw your rise to fame I pulled the strings... You fooled all of us All the same You can't recall my face But you made me take the blame Why? Why must people change? Nothing is different Life, etcetera is strange It's hard You fooled all of us All the same You can't recall my face But you made me take the blame I realise that in this world You can't create the truth Pretense becomes the best defence Amnesia the best excuse If you should ever fall I'll take the impact Lies growing ever tall Why me? You fooled all of us All the same You can't recall my face But you made me take the blame | |
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lmao your awesome asian bomb  | |
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BlueRoses801 said: lmao your awesome asian bomb
 I was openning up. | |
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Lots of my stories start as a word, or one line, or a combination of words that I like.
# 1 He moved his lips while reading, if you moved just a little closer you could hear him mumble uundistinguishable words. I would imagine the words he read, trying to guess what he was laughing about. # 2 If women have the stars, then earth is left for the men. Squandering nations, crowning themselves kings and emperors. Nothing is ever enough. Sarah is not real # 1 As scribbled down on a little note pad from work. If that's the truth, then Sarah is not real. A simple fact. She must be a figment of some one's imagination. Sarah is not real # 2 The previous note developed into this; Sarah is not real, she told me so. Still I could smell her, a fresh scent. I knew she lied when I asked her what she was wearing. She would tell me that was her natural smell. It had to be bottled divinity or otherwise I was in love. Please let that smell be produced to lure men into their downfall. If nature does that to a man he is doomed. "What's real?" I asked her. Sh ejust looked at me pretending not to hear. "I am real", I said. "Even if you are a figment of my imagination you have to acknowledge me." "So I am a deaf figment of your imagination." She rolled her eyes while saying it. "Next time you imagine me, imagine me some bigger cup, will you?" Then she turned. # 3 The greedy gods saw the good works she did in this world and called her into the next. | |
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Teacher said: http://members.chello.se/jennystridh/writing.htm
nice | |
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