Acid lullaby
Elaine

And tonight I will hear the acid lullaby that will rock me to sleep.
Acid lullaby in silent lucidity.
A drop of your acid lullaby has fallen on my heart and burnt through.
Leaving me unattached to you.

Fingertips that touch my bleeding heart and stare into your eyes.
And your acid lullaby sings me goodnight.
Sleepless in a pit of anger and a string of fits.
Wondering just why I feel like this.

Laying in my own skin lost and scared.
And you acid lullaby whispers its dares.
Shaking hands, shaking fingers, desperate pleas.
But you continue to sing your acid lullaby to me.

And your lullabys take my breath away and make it your own.
Into your pounding heart's home.
So as I lay here motionless in my sleep
I will always know you sang your acid lullaby to me.

did you write that? i love it!

I used to create lyrics to unwritten songs which is as close as I got to poetry, but I kinda stopped doing that about 5 years ago when I lost my muse.

evenstar3 said:

yes i wrote it thank you!

TMPletz said:

sure...i'll bite


NIGHT TRAIN

it's getting late as i
travel thru dark tunnels and
lights flicker in
the car while
homeless drunks mumble and doze...
i sigh...
and think back 2 2nite
the way our bodies entwined
my skin melted in2
yours - chocolate sweet
i shiver @
the thought of how u
kissed - touched - teased me
put me @ ease 4 the rest
of the night... (shhh,peace...)
i kno this route
all 2 well
but u...
took me 2 a place
no train, plane, automobile
could ever go
u were my one-way ticket
2 ecstacy - so 2 speak
our journey finished now
4 good, so sad
as i jump 2 my feet
shed a tear as wheels screech
and step off
The Night Train...


NOTE: i hope this doesnt get moved 2 org artists forum or whatever it's called
they critisize 2 much
im jus sharing poetry, and saying whether i likes or no likes...i wont tell yall how 2 write your poetry...that's not right..


Poem Edit.
[Edited 5/10/05 17:09pm]
[Edited 5/10/05 17:14pm]

AcutenPetiteGrl said:

Well, in the end it was a good thing. She almost cost me my marriage.

i wrote the shortest poem ever written
had nothing to do with huggin and kissin'
t'was just one word
listen.

TMPletz said:

TISK TISK

sinisterpentatonic said:

sinisterpentatonic said:

very cute


and interesting siggy

AcutenPetiteGrl said:

I know. I know. BIGGEST mistake in my life.

TMPletz said:

I know how you feel trust me.

if a gruesome stillness is all that
remains after this
i succumb to your repeated entreatings
agree, indeed, my being in and of
itself is useless
a frame of flesh and bone so wearied by the
restless soul within. i tell you,
over and time again,
you remain seemingly mute
effortlessly callous and cold
a once-upon-time corrupted
by those cannibalistic words
pieces of this cancerous being
swallowed whole
place your fingers to my face: feel
the drying tearlines.
we have no time, it slips
continually away...

ok...i have another one
this was written in a class that specialized in poetry...and what the teacher did was have us talk about an experience that might've happened a while ago, and kinda exaggerate it...so i took my trip 2 cuba:

Latino

white beaches - sunsets in rainbows
i sit, with my blue lagoon
and my latino friend
te amos latino...
did i say that right? no, but
we giggle under the moonlight
take me away my friend
let us dance our night away
merengue, salsa - tango
let's do it all
let our rhythms become one
hear our hearts beat 2gether
the beat...the beat...
drums, guitar...
i'm off - away 2 cuba
jesùs, will i see u again?
of course i will
2 dance again
under carribbean skies
i don't want 2 leave - but i'll shed no tears
i'll return 2 my latin man
one day, but 4 now
i will dance in my dreams
with the tall man with the smooth dark skin
that will guide my hips and stare
deep in2 my eyes, he really loves me
i belong here, where the sands are white
and the days are long...
take me away - keep me away...


damn i wrote that @ 17

evenstar3 said:

i can't tell u how much i relate 2 this poem
that was beautiful...

SammiJ said:

thankee. i wrote that when i was 17, too. Latino's awesome!

i posted this one in the org artist community and it was critisized...this is the whole poem, i don't go over and re-edit me stuff...so what u see is what u get.

Reflecton of the Moon

the shades of blue
u cast upon the souls of the world are many
we are kin by nature
4 i canvas these blues 2
whether dark or light; value is great...

my tears roll
like the tides u control
i cry 2 u because u know the sorrow that was
that is and that is 2 be
my emotional zodiac...

breathe in2 me
what the cool night air breathes in2 u
such passionate pain
brush strokes & pen blots do no justice
2 this beautiful mess...

evenstar3 said:

thanks

I posted this here before, but here it is again:

The Desperate Spiders of Autumn


The desperate spiders of autumn
Weave ragged webs midst barren trees
Dark bare branches scratch the sky
October’s moth will come no more
The webs hang useless in the night

Tuesday on a summer pond
Movement on the bank beyond
Something that I thought was dust
Flickers in the underbrush
Lonely fingers grasp my oars
Pulling towards the distant shore
Now a sudden grip of fear
As my tiny boat draws near

Darling I am growing old
I’ll dye my hair and keep it gold
For all the plastic platitudes
I can’t express my gratitude
I feel the need to keep at bat
With catalog shopping and online chat

Sing, sing little bird
Pretend you did not hear a word
When we take you from your cage
Fly back in
Shut the door

Sitting on the bed spread
Dust and cobwebs
Stands and shakes loose
I have a lot
of catching up to do

noonblueapples said:

i liked that a lot

nice!

I think I posted this once, but I can't remember:

Sister Margaret Theresa’s Pot Plant


Sister Margaret Theresa’s pot plant sat on the windowsill
She watered it every day
Mary Louise; Susan and even my cousin Billy thought that it was the coolest thing they had ever seen.
Frank the janitor showed Sister Margaret how to roll a joint on her sixty fifth birthday.

Mother superior scolded: glaucoma, cancer, doctors orders and loss of appetite.
But we didn’t believe her.
Sister Margaret told us that it wasn’t true.
She said:
“My life will come to close
Life goes by so fast
How will I meet my maker?
How should I stand before our God?
If there were things I could have done but didn’t,
Things I wanted but was scared.
Every morning after breakfast I water my pot plant.”

Aging skin and graying hair,
Where once there was the riot of youth,
Little trinkets collected will lose their luster,
But that’s what they’ve chosen for you isn’t it?
The little house, the car, the day job that pays for the occasional vacation,
The conversations, the socials, being showered with occasional congratulations,
Little memories will add up to nothing,
But that’s what they’ve chosen for you isn’t it?

When you lay together I know you feel my hands,
And my eyes ever upon you, glance at emptiness,
Devoid of any meaning, except great expectations,
Shimmering decay of a dream you fabricated,
When you lay together, your soul empties slowly
Into the hands and of an empty jealous God with a twisted sense of humor,
Long ago abandoning you to build your mystery,
Packaged in silver ribbon illusions,

Awash in a poison sea between us.
Like Ur lips around my penis.
Ur lips around my penis.
ur lips around my penis.

--AB777



[Edited 5/10/05 18:22pm]

Deep In2 Blonde Again

Deep in2 Blonde again, covered in pheromone decay of a painful memory dripping down my back with each progressively painful scrunch of your chiseled stomach. Caught up in Blonde again, forgetting my age, abandoning any sense of moral obligation or discreet politeness.
I wanna go to distance,
I wanna push the extra pound,
I wanna show U why I stare,
I wanna drag U underground,
U strut in this direction, I see it clearly with every thump of your musled thigh, your glittered brow ring, and of course that blonde. Deep In2 Blonde again, I do the extra set, way beyond the point of burnout just to smell Ur pheromone as U scrunch behind me.
I wanna go the distance
I wanna push the extra pound,
I wann show U why I stare,
I wanna drag U underground,
We’ll run in2 each other there, in the dark, with strobing lights and smoke, and little pills all ‘round my little blue eyed tender piece of advertised fuckabileness.
Don't make me break out my box of kleenex,
thinkin' bout your lips around my penis,
ur lips around my penis,
Ur lips around my penis.


[Edited 5/10/05 19:21pm]

FIVE


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.
To some place where nobody comes between us,
Like Ur lips around my penis,
Ur lips around my penis,
Ur lips around my penis,

[Edited 5/10/05 19:22pm]

these are good...im sensing a trend but i dont know what it is...

...i also have the strongest urge 2 wrap my lips around a penis...

(no ab, not yours i am sorry.)

SammiJ said:

I don't have a clue what you're getting at.

Are you legal?