thanks...not so bad yourself there, kizkiz
focus on visions,
tearful guitars cut my skin
with razors words blunt.
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thanks...not so bad yourself there, kizkiz
focus on visions,
tearful guitars cut my skin
with razors words blunt.
with razors words blunt
here lies a bloody cherub,
clawing the ripped cloth
now that's a kick butt haiku there. nice one, crazefest.
clawing the ripped cloth
releasing cross stitches clean,
I just felt so found.
I just felt so found
thin lips reddening, no sound,
sun setting in snow
Sun setting in snow
restless winds teasing the fields
time to light the lamps
time to light the lamps
time to show way to the blind
let him hold the leash!
Let him hold the leash
learn the way of the canine
step out of your box
step out of your box
let us go on a long stroll
be with me , Faithful !
be with me faithful,
never faithless shall I be--
cross me at peril...
"Cross me at peril!,"
the troll shouted from his bridge,
but the goats advanced.
but the goats advanced
lay their heads at the altar
bleated and died
bleated and died
before they were even killed
death of hopeless hearts
death of hopless hearts
is the worse death of them all
i will dream and hope
I will dream and hope
that my teardrops turn to rain
and my thoughts to dust
and my thoughts to dust
blown aimlessly to and fro
never ceasing to fly
never ceasing to fly
I'm a dust-spun mass, soul paused.
I go if I will.
I go if I will
shuddering from the snowdrifts
that softly dream by
that softly dream by
the ocean as its tides wave
goodbye to old days
goodbye to old days
sealed, in Eve's bosom. Go now-
have a blessed day.
death of hopeless hearts
augurs new hope for the soul
deep down in love's vale
deep down in love's vale
the thrushes song captures the
perfection of dawn
deep down in love's vale
I cut and bleed, all alone
voices sting my heart.
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Being "un-poetic"... Can't think of anything! :(
perfection of dawn
Is cruel for lovers apart
gazing stars all night
voices sting my heart
in the dead of ugly night
when you are away
when you are away
I dance into the night with
memories of you
memories of you
are like Oxygen to me
Enter me, my dear.
am sorry for erroneous manipulation of keyboard !!
memories of you
are like Oxygen to me
Enter me, my dear.;)
Enter me, my dear.
Bend me over the chair, don't
wait for permission.
wait for permission
impossible! with you there
bent over the chair
bent over the chair
she is waiting for something
wonderful to start
Wonderful to start,
but depressing by the end:
Impotence is tough.
wonderful to start
seemed there was no end to it
until the chair broke !
Impotence is tough
it is the death of pleasure
you better watch out !
until the chair broke
she was lost in a moment
of pure ecstasy
of pure ecstasy
she died on the chair and said
I love you, darling.
you better watch out
you better not cry you bet-
ter not pout, I'm tell-
ing you why, Santa
Clause is coming to town! (I'm
so sorry for this.)
Whooooooof !
so sorry for this,
we seem to be getting all
tangled together
tangled together
we lie in the meadows green
and look at the sky
That "tell-Quote:
Originally Posted by FacialFracture
ing" was pretty cheap :p
That entire "effort" of mine was, admittedly, pretty cheap.