sortacurious
Je suis prête
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BeBe, wow. So powerful. 
Poetry for killing time
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Devil'sChild
I have what you want
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BeBe81 said:
I fuckin love this BeBes.
Devil'sChild
I have what you want
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BeBe81 said:<bows>
Wow, thank you so much!
*blows you a kiss*
You are welcome. Was that your own words? If so even more amazing. Either way great job.
Devil'sChild
I have what you want
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BeBe81 said:<blushes>
Yep, all my original work. I wasn't for sure if I was going to post it, but I am so excited that you liked it. It is a honor. Thank you, sweets!!
Ok the BeBe cool factor just blew the roof off. That was perfect. Almost as good as you. Wonderful doll.
Devil'sChild
I have what you want
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I love one and adore the other
can a man pick and choose?, or should one bother?
One brings a heart happiness and thrill
the other brings him love and a baby girl
Can we not be happy with what we have gained
or do we strive and push for more then we have attained.
Is jealously something that I choose to fret about
*shakes my head* nah of course not I have no doubt.
Do I laugh at your attempts on me and mine
or should I let you go and watch you fade away with time.
One man's death is something so tramatic
your issues are much less problematic.
I love your words and what you say
forget all the rest and lets enjoy our day.
can a man pick and choose?, or should one bother?
One brings a heart happiness and thrill
the other brings him love and a baby girl
Can we not be happy with what we have gained
or do we strive and push for more then we have attained.
Is jealously something that I choose to fret about
*shakes my head* nah of course not I have no doubt.
Do I laugh at your attempts on me and mine
or should I let you go and watch you fade away with time.
One man's death is something so tramatic
your issues are much less problematic.
I love your words and what you say
forget all the rest and lets enjoy our day.
Devil'sChild
I have what you want
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BeBe81 said:You are making me turn crimson, sweets! Thank you once again!!
*grins* I bet you look good with a blush doll. Just saying. Always welcome.
CicatrixESP
Fumbling toward entropy
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Freeform
Well, this is very freeform.
Very.
Very.
Very.
Freeform.
But, I THINK this is what the thread is about...need work, I know...smells a bit too.
Splayed endless.
Organs on indecisive surgeons rely with a stutter sputtering on endless days of laborious breath in the catchment of broken hearts. The animalistic politics of now and then to then and thenner to nower to tomorrow to tomorrower.
And what of alive? Is it a feeling or a state?
This thought I thought is as useful as the number 13 on a clock; Like pockmarked movie stars and their mercenary talk.
Like presidents from a mentally retarded stock.
Like captives worried about their locks.
Bent and bending and moaning and groaning, citing remorses, like lovers who get charlie-horses. Living like whores holding babies on street corners, selling everything, but nobody’s buying except for buggers and snakes who dry dates on window sills made of hate. We’re all Lincoln in a theatre where no-one has our back. Tested daily by work that needs working, numbers that need crunching, burgers that need selling, fat that needs thinning, veins that need pumping, life that needs something. There are homos that are sapiens, and ecces that are homos that, either way, are crucified somehow by those who testify “ecce sapientum” who marry conviction to corruption as those who liken kindness to seduction.
For every degree of freedom lost I want a refund at cost, ‘cause freedom that exists is the difference between security and risk. The currency of mercy can be the currency of fate, but has a poor exchange rate. Gold has better chance if your asking the girl to dance to Abraxas along the nexus of a knife edge in 6/8 time, the waltz of Mephisto, from here to San Francisco.
Powerhouses invade houses and flout the rights which it espouses, flossing danger from their teeth under the premise to protect the weak. At home the freeze is on but who cares when the heat is on, for them at least--for us the pipes leak, the window creak, the outlook bleak we try to speak, but are numbed and drowned by the winds of change harnessed by those who wear the crown.
And now there a soldier lies, splayed endless under surgeons’ knives, who stutter and sputter for endless days, labouring intently to save this one from ebbing into the tributaries of the catchment of broken hearts where death plays its severest part.
Well, this is very freeform.
Very.
Very.
Very.
Freeform.
But, I THINK this is what the thread is about...need work, I know...smells a bit too.
Splayed endless.
Organs on indecisive surgeons rely with a stutter sputtering on endless days of laborious breath in the catchment of broken hearts. The animalistic politics of now and then to then and thenner to nower to tomorrow to tomorrower.
And what of alive? Is it a feeling or a state?
This thought I thought is as useful as the number 13 on a clock; Like pockmarked movie stars and their mercenary talk.
Like presidents from a mentally retarded stock.
Like captives worried about their locks.
Bent and bending and moaning and groaning, citing remorses, like lovers who get charlie-horses. Living like whores holding babies on street corners, selling everything, but nobody’s buying except for buggers and snakes who dry dates on window sills made of hate. We’re all Lincoln in a theatre where no-one has our back. Tested daily by work that needs working, numbers that need crunching, burgers that need selling, fat that needs thinning, veins that need pumping, life that needs something. There are homos that are sapiens, and ecces that are homos that, either way, are crucified somehow by those who testify “ecce sapientum” who marry conviction to corruption as those who liken kindness to seduction.
For every degree of freedom lost I want a refund at cost, ‘cause freedom that exists is the difference between security and risk. The currency of mercy can be the currency of fate, but has a poor exchange rate. Gold has better chance if your asking the girl to dance to Abraxas along the nexus of a knife edge in 6/8 time, the waltz of Mephisto, from here to San Francisco.
Powerhouses invade houses and flout the rights which it espouses, flossing danger from their teeth under the premise to protect the weak. At home the freeze is on but who cares when the heat is on, for them at least--for us the pipes leak, the window creak, the outlook bleak we try to speak, but are numbed and drowned by the winds of change harnessed by those who wear the crown.
And now there a soldier lies, splayed endless under surgeons’ knives, who stutter and sputter for endless days, labouring intently to save this one from ebbing into the tributaries of the catchment of broken hearts where death plays its severest part.
BeBe81
Tree Hugger
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Retrospect
Remember New York,
skipping along to our own beat.
Recuerde Leon,
hiding in shadows of the Cathedrals.
覚えなさい Tokyo,
harajuku styled as we sang karaoke.
Remember London,
Eurostaring to city edges.
Cuimhnigh Dublin,
holding hands running barefoot on hills.
Rappelez-vous Paris,
dancing in puddles during the pouring rain.
Remember Los Angeles,
we met outside the bank of America.
記住 Shanghai,
tears flowed over Xiang Xiang's death.
Erinnern Sie sich Frankfurt,
discovering Museumsufer like bandits.
Remember Philadelphia,
friends gathered with love and we were free.
Herinner me Brussels,
got drunk with a few pints.
вспомните Moscow,
laughing as we repeatedly fell on the ice.
Remember Toronto,
splashing wildly in that fountain.
Ricordi di Rome,
faking Latin and playing Caesar.
기억하십시오 Seoul,
practice Zen in Temples sneaking North.
Recorde Rio De Janeiro,
skinny dipping and building sand castles.
θυμηθείτε Athens,
channeling Athena while sipping tea.
Remember Sydney,
carved our names along the rocks.
تذكّرت Kuwait,
opened our eyes and shield them again.
Minns Stockholm,
sat at that cafe with all our promises hanging.
Remember the airport,
my plane departed from yours.
Remember the last glimpse,
as my hand slipped out of yours.
Remember all the miles we covered,
all the miles we still have to go.
Remember the word 'distance',
only controls our locations and not hearts.
Remember the sun and moon,
rise above both our skies.
I remember,
just how small the world is.
I remember,
just how large our love is.
I remember.
Remember New York,
skipping along to our own beat.
Recuerde Leon,
hiding in shadows of the Cathedrals.
覚えなさい Tokyo,
harajuku styled as we sang karaoke.
Remember London,
Eurostaring to city edges.
Cuimhnigh Dublin,
holding hands running barefoot on hills.
Rappelez-vous Paris,
dancing in puddles during the pouring rain.
Remember Los Angeles,
we met outside the bank of America.
記住 Shanghai,
tears flowed over Xiang Xiang's death.
Erinnern Sie sich Frankfurt,
discovering Museumsufer like bandits.
Remember Philadelphia,
friends gathered with love and we were free.
Herinner me Brussels,
got drunk with a few pints.
вспомните Moscow,
laughing as we repeatedly fell on the ice.
Remember Toronto,
splashing wildly in that fountain.
Ricordi di Rome,
faking Latin and playing Caesar.
기억하십시오 Seoul,
practice Zen in Temples sneaking North.
Recorde Rio De Janeiro,
skinny dipping and building sand castles.
θυμηθείτε Athens,
channeling Athena while sipping tea.
Remember Sydney,
carved our names along the rocks.
تذكّرت Kuwait,
opened our eyes and shield them again.
Minns Stockholm,
sat at that cafe with all our promises hanging.
Remember the airport,
my plane departed from yours.
Remember the last glimpse,
as my hand slipped out of yours.
Remember all the miles we covered,
all the miles we still have to go.
Remember the word 'distance',
only controls our locations and not hearts.
Remember the sun and moon,
rise above both our skies.
I remember,
just how small the world is.
I remember,
just how large our love is.
I remember.
wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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Love is more than a song
Your words can no longer touch me
Your hands taught me long ago
That your words are just lies
Lies that fell on my ears softly
Lies that I wanted to believe
But now I know
This Little Girl is all grown up
And I know, I learned
That Love is more than a song
Don’t sing to me anymore
Don’t get down on one knee
Don’t use the word sorry
Love is more than your songs
Love is more than words
Love is bigger than you and me
Because now I now
This Girl is all grown up
And I know, I have been shown
That Love is more than a song
Does it make you crazy to wonder where I learned?
Does it take away that surge of power to know?
That I am immune
That your words don’t make my heart pound
That you can’t make me melt
Your teary eyes used to make me forget
But now I know
I am more than a girl
I know that isn’t Love
Love is more than a song
I am free now
My heart is mending
I am not afraid
And I am not stopping till I have it all
I have gotten away
And I am not going back
Because I know, I have learned
I am not your girl
Love is bigger than you and me
Love is more than a song
Your words can no longer touch me
Your hands taught me long ago
That your words are just lies
Lies that fell on my ears softly
Lies that I wanted to believe
But now I know
This Little Girl is all grown up
And I know, I learned
That Love is more than a song
Don’t sing to me anymore
Don’t get down on one knee
Don’t use the word sorry
Love is more than your songs
Love is more than words
Love is bigger than you and me
Because now I now
This Girl is all grown up
And I know, I have been shown
That Love is more than a song
Does it make you crazy to wonder where I learned?
Does it take away that surge of power to know?
That I am immune
That your words don’t make my heart pound
That you can’t make me melt
Your teary eyes used to make me forget
But now I know
I am more than a girl
I know that isn’t Love
Love is more than a song
I am free now
My heart is mending
I am not afraid
And I am not stopping till I have it all
I have gotten away
And I am not going back
Because I know, I have learned
I am not your girl
Love is bigger than you and me
Love is more than a song
bronzeage
I am a river to my people
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Lover, stay longer.
Juliette's nightingale sings,
ignore Romeo's lark.
There are sides of our pillows
unused, let's not be wasteful.
Night’s sweetest portion
pursued by twilight’s cousin
improves our embrace
with her chilled breath, fanning
coals into flames, seeking fresh fuel.
Rake back the ashes
of sleep, rekindle our fire
with the vigor gained
by our short rest, which hones
the razor and softens hair.
Let the sun find us
entwined lovers, believing
us unseparated
during his absence, his orange
face greened, jealous of our heat.
Juliette's nightingale sings,
ignore Romeo's lark.
There are sides of our pillows
unused, let's not be wasteful.
Night’s sweetest portion
pursued by twilight’s cousin
improves our embrace
with her chilled breath, fanning
coals into flames, seeking fresh fuel.
Rake back the ashes
of sleep, rekindle our fire
with the vigor gained
by our short rest, which hones
the razor and softens hair.
Let the sun find us
entwined lovers, believing
us unseparated
during his absence, his orange
face greened, jealous of our heat.
SheRemembers
Don't wait too long...
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Absolutely gorgeous.
That's one of my favorite parts of R&J, even more than the balcony scene.
Thank you!
That's one of my favorite parts of R&J, even more than the balcony scene.
Thank you!
bronzeage said:
wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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thanks.
veryblueeyes
Poseidon's Wench
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atmas said:
I notice. Just sayin'
