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Beautiful morning

The Ocean's sweet face was a silver mirror today.
The sun hid behind the clouds, afraid perhaps,
To be blinded by his own fierce reflection.
Such brilliant radiance could not be contained,
And she who lay calm was ringed in golden fire.

I am awed.

Uggg:rose:
 
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Beautiful morning

The Oceans sweet face was a silver mirror today.
The sun hid behind the clouds, afraid perhaps,
To be blinded by his own fierce reflection.
Such brilliant radiance could not be contained,
And she who lay calm was ringed in golden fire.

I am awed.

Uggg:rose:

Ohh I really like that one.
 
Got no one online to chat with tonight so I'm just gonna bump my thread and lurk:(
 
The world is darker now.

Today I feel that the world is dark
The pain I feel hurts so wrong and so deep
It rained so heavy while I walked in the park
It was as though the world and sky did weep

I've been ill now these past four days
My body has aches and felt so wrong
My mind is churning in many different ways
My depression has hit me so strong

I feel that the line, nice guys finish last
Was written just about people like me
I'm afraid of change of walking from my past
Rejection and lonelyness are ripe you see

No-one is fooling me telling me, ugly im not
I'm also fat, unhealthy, mental and poor
If I was an animal I'd be taken out and shot
Instead I'm usually just shown the door

Oh yes online im friendly and kind
I'm liked by some, yes I admit not all
In real life I'm only liked for my skills and my mind
When they're stuck I'm the one that they call

So I've decided to stay with my wife
The alcoholic who will probably kill me
But even though as usual my life will be strife
Were together and I know she needs me.
 
Today I feel that the world is dark
The pain I feel hurts so wrong and so deep
It rained so heavy while I walked in the park
It was as though the world and sky did weep

I've been ill now these past four days
My body has aches and felt so wrong
My mind is churning in many different ways
My depression has hit me so strong

I feel that the line, nice guys finish last
Was written just about people like me
I'm afraid of change of walking from my past
Rejection and lonelyness are ripe you see

No-one is fooling me telling me, ugly im not
I'm also fat, unhealthy, mental and poor
If I was an animal I'd be taken out and shot
Instead I'm usually just shown the door

Oh yes online im friendly and kind
I'm liked by some, yes I admit not all
In real life I'm only liked for my skills and my mind
When they're stuck I'm the one that they call

So I've decided to stay with my wife
The alcoholic who will probably kill me
But even though as usual my life will be strife
Were together and I know she needs me.

I don't know what to say when you post poems like this Snexy... I want to make you feel better but I only have words and I don't know which ones to use.

I want to be a good friend for you but I don't know what that means in circumstances involving depression. Can I help you? How? What would you like me to say or would it be better if I just stayed quiet and let you vent?

Uggg:rose:
 
Vanishing Act


Yes
I know Nina
and it happens every time
she’s set free.

Not one to be tied down
(a dedicated loser)
she’d pencil me her new address.

Eventually.
On a postcard:

Barnegat by night,
the changing of the guard.
I ♥ NJ.

It’s so beautiful here
oil and sugar by the sea
the museum of flowers.
I think I’ll stay.

Yay I have kitty's pretty words in my treasure box for ever now!!:D

Thank you kitty:heart::heart:
 
Vanishing Act


Yes
I know Nina
and it happens every time
she’s set free.

Not one to be tied down
(a dedicated loser)
she’d pencil me her new address.

Eventually.
On a postcard:

Barnegat by night,
the changing of the guard.
I ♥ NJ.

It’s so beautiful here
oil and sugar by the sea
the museum of flowers.
I think I’ll stay.

First time I ever heard someone say something good about NJ. :)
 
Two Hours

Gut punched, gasping,
Struggling to breathe.
Doubled over
By your words on the screen.

Two hours in my bed.
Before, we’d talked for weeks.
It was just yesterday,
Still the scent of you on my sheets.

Two hours of joy,
Divine wild pleasure.
Two souls, wandering and parched,
Finding an oasis in the desert.

But that’s all it would be.
She’d followed your tracks in the sand,
Accusing, called your bluff,
Decided now she’d take a stand.

And you wait until now to tell me,
After my sent words of praise and delight,
Stripping the essence of joy from my heart.
Tears cloud my sight.

Gut punched, reeling,
Struggling to be.
Doubled over
As I strip off the sheets.
 
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Gut punched, gasping,
Struggling to breathe.
Doubled over
By your words on the screen.

Two hours in my bed.
Before, we’d talked for weeks.
It was just yesterday.
Barely a scent of you on my sheets.

Two hours of joy,
Divine, wild pleasure.
Two souls, wandering and parched,
Finding an oasis in the desert.

But that’s all it would be.
She’d followed your tracks in the sand,
Accusing, called your bluff,
Decided now she’d take a stand.

And you wait until now to tell me,
After my sent words of praise and delight,
Stripping the essence of joy from my heart.
Tears cloud my sight.

Gut punched, reeling,
Struggling to be.
Doubled over
As I strip off the sheets.

Wow! That is so raw Angelica. Raw and powerful words expelled with palpable angst.

I am blown away, it is intense and beautiful and full of pain.

Uggg:rose:
 
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Wow! That is so raw Angelica. Raw and powerful words expelled with palpable angst.

I am blown away, it is intense and beautiful and full of pain.

Uggg:rose:

Thank you my dear. So raw, I think, because it really was yesterday and today. And because raw is an excellent description of how I feel.

A.
 
Re-posting a couple of poems from earlier in my thread becuase sometimes words are medicine.

Hope

Hope is a cursed thing.
It degrades the strength of resignation
And opens the door to frustration and desire.
Desire which is the root of suffering.

Yet without hope we would have to accept reality.
Who wants that; who wants unbridled sanity?
The alternative is the only light in the darkness.
I have this cursed hope, call me crazy.

Scumbag!

You prick! I remember you well.
Can’t forget, I’ll see you in hell!
We will bring our own demons,
‘I’ll be yours and you be mine’.
We’ve said that before-
But it will be you that gets hurt this time!

Uggg:rose:
 
Re-posting a couple of poems from earlier in my thread becuase sometimes words are medicine.

Hope

Hope is a cursed thing.
It degrades the strength of resignation
And opens the door to frustration and desire.
Desire which is the root of suffering.

Yet without hope we would have to accept reality.
Who wants that; who wants unbridled sanity?
The alternative is the only light in the darkness.
I have this cursed hope, call me crazy.

Scumbag!

You prick! I remember you well.
Can’t forget, I’ll see you in hell!
We will bring our own demons,
‘I’ll be yours and you be mine’.
We’ve said that before-
But it will be you that gets hurt this time!

Uggg:rose:

Thank you dear heart. Not sure that much could degrade the strength of my resignation right now. But I don't think he's a scumbag, and, I may be foolish to believe this, I think he's just as disappointed as I am. It was hard that he waited to tell me until after I had messaged him about how divine our time was together. The worst part is knowing that, if he had just been a bit more careful, I would be looking forward to seeing him again. Sorry to put this all here, but there's a small part of me that hopes he might see it.

Hugs and kisses (and snout kisses) :rose::heart::rose:
A
 
Thank you dear heart. Not sure that much could degrade the strength of my resignation right now. But I don't think he's a scumbag, and, I may be foolish to believe this, I think he's just as disappointed as I am. It was hard that he waited to tell me until after I had messaged him about how divine our time was together. The worst part is knowing that, if he had just been a bit more careful, I would be looking forward to seeing him again. Sorry to put this all here, but there's a small part of me that hopes he might see it.

Hugs and kisses (and snout kisses) :rose::heart::rose:
A

Fair enough, I don't know who this man is so I can't judge... I just see an upset friend and that's negative points for him on the Uggg scale regardless.

Uggg:cool:
 
Fair enough, I don't know who this man is so I can't judge... I just see an upset friend and that's negative points for him on the Uggg scale regardless.

Uggg:cool:

And I adore you for it. *snuzzles you* (that's a snuggle combined with a nuzzle).

A
 
Group Uggg has been a bit quiet lately.

My apologies to those that like to keep track of me here. My work got really busy for a while and in lit my creative juices have been tied up in some really sexy, fun SRP stories.

But it has been in the back of my mind to write a poem again soon so I promise it wont be long. They come when they come and I just have to catch them as they fly past.

I'm poised and ready with poetry net in hand:D

Love you all.

Uggg:rose:
 
Give me the gentle green and the great blue.

I can smell the jungle everywhere here
Street corner snakes slither for the shadows.
Ugly cold light spills from the door of a bar.
Inside, raucous chemical merriment maintains the illusion,
The illusion that everything is okay.
Its not.
Its far from okay here, now.

Reptiles infest every corner of this environment,
Stealthy, sinister and always watching.
Foul odors assault the night stalker and innocent walker,
Democratically in irony.
Bile humors rise to match the aromatic decor;
Excrement litters the jungle floor,
Biological detritus some of it walking.
I can take no more.

Sorry folks channeling some dark energy tonight.

Uggg:rose:
 
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I do feel sorry for snakes being portrayed as slimy, when they aren't at all!

Yea I was thinking of that while I was writing... But I needed the metaphor. The poem is clearly about people and the character is what is slimy.

That did strike me as a bit of weak point with the poem though. Just needed to get some yucky out.

Uggg:rose:
 
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