MoniGram said:

If anything!

ok so i dont really write poetry anymore
i suck at it really, so instead i just write lil blurbs whenever they kick me in the butt...


this mess escapes my lips
like soot
from an old smokestack;
black, jaded, poisoned.

sammij said:

I can take just about any picture of Northern NJ and it would suit this just fine.

Sweeny79 said:

awww i miss new jersey

In the light of your greatness
I feel humble, I feel small
In the wake of your tornado
I'm the humblest of them all

I'm tossed and turned
on waves of love
I'm a small boat on your sea
If only I could find the words
to tell you how you feel on me
If only I could hold you
and make you feel complete
If only you and I could melt
in this moist and scorching heat

One4All4Ever said:

Wow! I love this

veronikka said:

he has talent, yeah i love his work also

sammij said:

your from new jersay?

Something we can do together!

Muses provide your poems, anecdotes, ideas, concepts, suggestions - YOU will be the inspiration.

Photographers report to this thread for the inspiration/challenge

This time next week, we upload our photos, accompanied by the inspiration from your muse. It will be very interesting so see how we approach the same ideas our own unique ways.

You may choose one or any or all inspirations to photograph. Have your images ready to exhibit on Friday Feb 8

Your time starts


NOW!

ZombieKitten said:

It's Friday, Feb 8th where Charlotte is...she should be posting her, dambit!

here is mine

http://www.mihadali.com/m...20029.html

that is the image and this is the poem to go along with it

Gold tipped and lined
Resting on you
Pure and innocent
Violet color on the inside and out
Precious amethyst and amber
Melted together
Elegance is and always will be the word
As long as the poetry is heard

Scripture always written in
Sensual, not sexual
Elegance, qui?
Je t'aime , mi amor
Languages within you hold dear
Can nor will be written by anything but you

Copyright Mihad Ali 2008

OMG it's FRIDAY already!!!!!

I have mine done

Out of 50 + shots and a few hrs working on them I have one that captured what I wanted

Mach said:

Wow, what a photo ...excellent composition and lighting, Mach.

Byron said:

She is really a black Mare I neede her to be white to express the Epona white mare energy I was looking for

TY

I love this shot of her

Mach said:

She's actually black??! ...Even more :claps: are deserved, then lol ..

oooooh. Best thread in a looooong time in this forum.





Here's mine:



I brought two home to fill my needs,
And lit the room with incense and candles,
I fucked a hole to watch it bleed,
And downed more bean than most can handle,

I slept with 2, and sometimes 3,
Just to find a warm safe place,
But once the month was over, see
The lust of life had drained from my goddamned face,

Six years, a tight rope torn asunder,
A girl so lost upon her meandering path,
Don’t touch me now, in this room ‘o gorgeous blunder,
You written on my soul, already, a stone cold epitaph,

And you can fuck this hole until it bleeds,
And make me search darkness I can’t see,
But god will punish us both in his jealousy and greed,
Cause he likes it when we’re on our goddamned knees!

-Imago Feb 2008


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[Edited 1/31/08 18:37pm]

Imago said:

Fauxie said:

Hey...where is the LEmon???

Thanks for extending it. I'm such a slacker

Hell O people (?)

Mach said:

Really...

I want to peel off the years gone by like an ill-fitting shirt
and my shoes,
run to the park
towards the swings
and one more time climb aboard with you.

Naked in mind and soul
we'll swing to and fro, like spiders,
the air scrubbing away at our outer selves
until we're fresh and clean and new again.
You remember back then, don't you?
When each new day was a gold coin found by the side of a road,
and the world's simplest pleasures found us first;
back then, when we were friends.

Let's be, for awhile, in a world
of just you and me and what life used to be;
suspended together
on tethers
of metal
and leather.
Hands grasping chain rusted to dried blood,
you thrust ahead
while I push back;
separate
apart
independent motion.
Our feet scrape unique grooves into the ground
up, down
high, low
further and farther apart we go.
Momentum builds,
legs straining at opposite horizons.
Up, down
high, low
further and farther apart we go
but at the lowest point of the arc we are side by side -
crashing elbows
connecting
if only for that instant
and in that small way.

So let's run barefoot to the park, my friend
find our old seats, if they're even still there
and swing high into a night
as dark and soft as your hair.
Like we did years ago,
let's dangle on chainlink webs
lean back and laugh
and wiggle our bare toes on the moon.