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the sky drags to a close
this vault keeping out
the sunlight, it is another
death, the darkening
isnt all there is
to dread
 
i was reading comments left on my poem, taking up space, well, marias poem :mad:

it is so easy, so often to forget love and caring even when its all around. ITs no secret I have problems, I dont try tohide. I get depressed and cold dark weather makes it worse.

I just wanted to say to those who read my poem, but who cared enough to take the time to say something, that you all just mean so much to me and i Know I dont deserve you, maybe I wish I did. I just wanna say, you have kept me so entertained by your salacious banter, and yes, arguments are amusing too.

sometimes I just feel so left out, like behind a screen that I built and nly I have the ability to remove. thanks for letting me peek in.
 
normal jean said:
i was reading comments left on my poem, taking up space, well, marias poem :mad:

it is so easy, so often to forget love and caring even when its all around. ITs no secret I have problems, I dont try tohide. I get depressed and cold dark weather makes it worse.

I just wanted to say to those who read my poem, but who cared enough to take the time to say something, that you all just mean so much to me and i Know I dont deserve you, maybe I wish I did. I just wanna say, you have kept me so entertained by your salacious banter, and yes, arguments are amusing too.

sometimes I just feel so left out, like behind a screen that I built and nly I have the ability to remove. thanks for letting me peek in.
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You really don't deserve us. Well, you don't deserve me. No one really deserves me. Everyone wants me but... NO! No one will have me, because I am so special that even the air tries to be fresher for me when I breathe it in. When I walk out onto my porch in the mornings, wearing my jammies and my disturbing bed hair, the sun moves closer just to warm my ass up a little. I don't even think I'm worthy enough to be with myself! But never mind all that. I guess this all about you, you greedy woman. Your post should have been about ME.

I hate winter. I used to get unbelievably depressed in the winter. Not so much now. I feel like an outsider here on the forum, most of the time. We're all screwed up. :D
 
After living in north of latitude 53 for a while, now, I've discovered that if you're not a vampire you should invest in plenty of those sun therapy lights.
SAD is a valid physiological and psychological illness. It has to be when its effects screw our lives over so profoundly. I nap, I eat and I hate company all freakin' winter.

But, on the days when the sun adds a sparkle to the snow and frost I am full of energy and life and then I write happy, winter poetry.

soooo, NJ and eve... come into the liiiiiight...
 
*walks in shaking off the dust pulling cobwebs from her hair, yawning."



Hibernation is over, winter is back :nana:


...how is everyone doing?" :kiss:

~Sabina
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
*walks in shaking off the dust pulling cobwebs from her hair, yawning."



Hibernation is over, winter is back :nana:


...how is everyone doing?" :kiss:

~Sabina
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Ahh, the surest harbinger of snow: Sabina emerges from her den.

Bears awaken ravenously hungry-- how are you?

:kiss:
 
I ground is hard and frozen outside with beatiful white crunchy frost on the grass, I have a warm cup of coffee and my nipples are hard from the cold under my black camisole. I think I am doing great... :D
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
I ground is hard and frozen outside with beatiful white crunchy frost on the grass, I have a warm cup of coffee and my nipples are hard from the cold under my black camisole. I think I am doing great... :D
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I think LL Bean makes a polarfleece cami. :D
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
I ground is hard and frozen outside with beatiful white crunchy frost on the grass, I have a warm cup of coffee and my nipples are hard from the cold under my black camisole. I think I am doing great... :D
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Now that makes me loves winter!
 
flyguy69 said:
No prob-- I've got wings.

Saves a lot of time in the lift lines, too.
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I would give you a run for your money baby...but maybe you could give me a ride to the top first :devil:
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
I would give you a run for your money baby...but maybe you could give me a ride to the top first :devil:
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Now there's money involved? You didn't say you were that kind of girl!
 
i went to the farmer's market thursday and bought two boxes of peppers. jalapeno and banana.

I pickled them friday, well, not all of them, they were big boxes. I dont like pickled peppers, but hubby an d the kids devour them, so they must be edible.

cant help but remember the old kerosene pickle episode of Andy Griffith. Im sure they would tell me if the the pickled peppers were nasty...
 
I need to find a new way to write erotica. Not just the usual porn in fancy language. I want to explore the realm of light, or lack of, as I transcribe the feel of skin on skin. It's always hot, wet and exotic, don't you find? There is absolutely nothing sexy about the cold and dry everyday. I would love to find how to explain the shocks of brilliance behind my lids when that particular bundle of sensual is coaxed into emerging from behind the pink curtains sheilding it from too much.

Too much touching, living -- hell, just too much sensation, simply from daily living nevermind that glorious moment lips seal around it and that velvety tongue runs against it's too vibrant package of pink and berry frills.

I hate it when the glory that is sexuality becomes this humdrum routine... :catgrin:
 
Just this evening I finally got to watch a movie I have been dying to see.

I had read the book and was sooooo excited. Boy what excitement. I will not go into detail ( to save the suspense), but let'me just tell you. If you like an adventure, sorta mystery that makes ya think. Try reading, watching The Da Vinci Code. Politics, religion aside, it's an awesome book. The movie as usual, left a lot out but I would still give it my five.
:nana:


Ya'll know what I am talking about right. You hear about a good book/movie. Just cannot wait to read/see it. Then finally the big day arrives ... Some go belly up and ya think why in the world did I put myself through this ordeal of wanting to read/see this. BUT this one didn't do that. Kept me guessing and thinking the whole way through. Yes, I did figure it our before the penny dropped but what a ride ...

:rose:

~ just me
 
in memory and thanks

My daughter asked me to post this where someone mightread it. I choose here. If this is not appropriate content, Im sure the mods will delete it. thanks

~~

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE";

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY HOME."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."


~~~~



This poem was written by an unnamed Soldier. The
following is his request.

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon
and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to pass on this small seed or remembrance
 
A friend threw me under the bus tonight. A good friend. I ended up getting in trouble. I'm not worried about the work; I'm most upset about the loyalty issue.

It saddens me to think that friendship is so disposable.

I think of lost friends I've had past, and their present indifference makes me wonder if they were only interacting with themselves in the first place and I was merely a medium of response (the basic nod and smile model).

The menu at this pity party is blueberry cheesecake and banana milk.

p.s. Christmas sucks.
 
clutching_calliope said:
A friend threw me under the bus tonight. A good friend. I ended up getting in trouble. I'm not worried about the work; I'm most upset about the loyalty issue.

It saddens me to think that friendship is so disposable.
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boolean friendship



sometimes it's money AND friendship
but sometimes it's EITHER ... OR ...
now money is your friend
i understand
​



senna jawa
1987-02-27



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EITHER/OR



in the narrow space
between the sheets
there is love
or
corruption


​


senna jawa
1986/87



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p.s. Christmas sucks.
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as suggested by some of my poems :)
 
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