Life sucks.
Paint my room black,
Black for the pain inside,
Long hair, empty stare, call me
Emo!
Life sucks.
Paint my room black,
Black for the pain inside,
Long hair, empty stare, call me
Emo!
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
Emo
I weep for war's
children, and shed tears
for kleenex commercials
I change with the light of the moon;
woman
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
woman,
stand, be counted.
your worth more than rubies,
your beauty outshining even
the stars.
the stars
adorned in night's
sad blanket of eternal space,
sparkle light like stranger's weeping,
alone.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
the stars
the sickle moon
holes pierced through veiling sky
show, hide, excite in us a wish
for, God
Alone
beneath that sky
that scarce concealing veil
the goddess wears to shield her eyes
from me
Last edited by Whifflingpin; 12-07-2006 at 02:33 PM.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
from me
emanates love
unveiled, even brazen.
love does not fear an espial
by man
By man,
the once
fierce hunter on
the plain has become the
cheap labor in a factory
for shoes.
for shoes
on Idril's feet
is sacrilege, goddess
of the prairie cannot but go
barefoot
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
that was really good riesa!
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Barefoot
Ripe with hunger
Draped in thick lioness
Predatory ensemble fits
My hunt
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
my hunt
ends in our bed -
this day's search satisfied
having found fufillment in your
passion
Passion
to ripple lakes
laid still by mourning skies,
violet crowns waves pushed by gentle
caress.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
very pretty, shakespeare.
thanks, ds.
caress
your warm has gone
in to come out again
to return once more, my touch on
your skin
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
your skin,
warm like the breath
of a snorting donkey,
glistens with the sun's reflection
this morn.
Hi Riesa.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
hi. virg. nice cinquain...
this morn
a wintry walk
sufficed to bring blushes
to girls surprised by reaching trees,
entwined
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
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