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[JodieToday]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Start 0235 – ended 0316 <-- edited or added the “pot” in at 0326 during proofread -2-14-24
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Haley’s Experience

Her first real orgasm I’m just sayin’
filled a chasm now with some playin’
a void riveted in place there for years
but give it some time and you’ll sometimes (replaced “always”) find
no sex may be (replaced “is”) better than tears (because “is” is too absolute)

gone was her ex
but what came up next
was memories from yesterday’s nights
now some thinks it is
while some thinks it aint
but majorities don’t make things so right ← (replaced “all” @ 0335)

facing that girl in the mirror near daily
turns observations into some consternation
looking older but wiser is Haley now
and ain’t nothin’ wrong in masturbation

First time with ‘ol Frank I'm no liar
she sucked his crank down by the fire
‘neath Day-Glow posters lava lamps and black lights
pot cranked up her first time desire (“pot” was edited in at 0326 to further amplify the 60’s)

and no matter the scheme that you’re on
gone were all Bohemian
ways to live out her (replaced “one’s) life (since this is her experience)
everything changed
it seemed so arranged
after she was a wife

now Frank’s all long gone
and now she’s with John
or with Bella and it kinda depends
on just how the mood hits her
and nobody bullshits her
or misconstrues words she doth sends ← (replaced “mishears all the”) @ 0343

 

[Lyricalli]

Your voice has always soothed
the savage me

It doesn't reduce or excuse
the treachery
just helps mute some of the noise
so I can sort
the jangle of voices
arguing in my own head

I've spent some time flipping
through images of those
you've dressed in my clothes
though you told me they were locked
away in a closet
because it hurt so much
to see them

I can't deny it stings
to see the things you've lent out
or just given away
but the real pain that will stay
with me
the kind that twinges
and never really leaves
is knowing the parts of you
that you crumpled like paper
and threw away

 

[42Below]

Sitting on my bike
looking at the stars
wondering how
you are going;
knowing one day
I will join you

 

[42Below]

Sitting on my bike
looking at the stars
wondering how
you are going;
knowing one day
I will join you

Missed opportunity:

Sitting on my bike
looking at the stars
wondering how
you are going;
knowing one day
I will ride with you all
to the end of this road

 

[HarryHill]

had to look up Bradfords

I think it's a pear tree or something.

Small fruit
ornamental
thorns.
self seeding.

 

[Winter_Fare]

Ever since I learned that
Birdsong is bad language
I sing along

Dawn and dusk I belt out
My wordless heartfelt disgust
But it is beautiful to someone

It's a numbers game
A biological imperative
For symmetry and meaning

You have to cut out the words
They only get in the way
When you really have something to say

 

[Hotcoffee123]

You know what I want
Only you know
Your handson my ass
My hands on your shoulders
Yiur lips on my lips
Your hips on my hips
Spin me

 

[butters]

the prompt, a phrase by another writer on here:

"I won't stop being the only serious writer here.
I won't stop being the only accomplished poet here."

ego is a monstrous tower
constructed out of weakened glass
and rusting iron
corrosion of the soul

those tears that drip from heights
we others can never ascend to
are nothing more than daily rain
polluted... bitter

so sit atop your shaky monument
it cants and rattles in the wind
proclaim your fame
demand others bear witness

name-drop worn horse-shoes
upon our heads—in borrowed credence
to support your thirst for relevance
for respect, for reverence

but don't be surprised
when you finally look down
and see no crowds
only pale weeds and broken asphalt

 

[4degrees]

I wonder if
It’s today or tomorrow
The years have left me
Wondering
so much about
You

 

[Lyricalli]

In an interesting turn of events
the keyboard player shares your name
and it was his birthday
born the same year as you
oh what fun!

And so the crowd was led in a chant
of your name
over and over and over again
while I wondered anew
if there really are jokesters
behind the scenes
of the universe
who find it most amusing
to taunt me for sport

Then I wondered why
my only real reaction
was a WTF expression
and a small shake of the head

Am I finally just over it all?
Or is there soething waiting under cover
primed for a time when I can process
and feel
the chef's-kiss level of fuckery
that was your parting gift

 

[Lyricalli]

Why bother wondering anymore
it's clear that there are pranksters
somewhere in the ether
another day, another show
and the bass player....
comes from your hometown
which I'm nowhere near

I briefly thought
that it's just not safe
to leave my house

Then I just laughed
flipped the bird at the sky
and kept dancing

It was another beautful night

 

[4degrees]

I wish I coulda known you
For more than just a minute
But you were something good that I chased away

A lonesome heart is bleeding
Calling sharks in for a feeding
But all I ever fed you was a price to pay

I blink and watch a year pass
I put it on the tall stack
Of all the years that came and went on my own

Time knows how to tell time
It disappeared with mankind
Every time I listen to
Mother Love Bone

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Wordless

there's a vacuum left
where fingers poked thin fabric
sixty-nine years of teenage drama
didn't he said, she said, emotion-bled

then, everything was alright
when feet dangled in thick air
sixty-nine to go, love's unfolding
a yet unsad look said, can we wed?

vapor leaked from every angle
whenever limbs became untangled
sixty-nines bring you close, by far
stripped, unclad, but no words to add

(live writing in Undead Poets Society)

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Unclinged

Escaping your happy, safe place
the best decision I made
it's add-on wings only
but I learned to work
their ups and downs
from the abyss I walked
to new heights of breath
liberty in my lungs
your tight embrace pales
beside the dawn of new

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Pincushions,
freaking,
blood-soaked
pincushions,
wielding a million stainless steel pins
and a roll of band-aid
I clearly can see
on any romance author's desk

you think a happy end's close
just another corner away
but it's just another sting

by now, I'm a medical miracle
all the heartbreaks should have
Diagnosis: Internal Bleeding
been fatal

but no

because those literate surgeons
so know how to cord you together
for the next emotional breakdown

some demon, please, take 'em all
by the darkest hour
to the 42nd ring of hell!











and bring them back at five past
I want that sequel to my daily death
and new tissue box.

 

[4degrees]

I miss you so much
The ache tears at my guts
When I remember you
You knew, you knew
I couldn't not cry
But you didn't get tired
And I'm so damn sorry
A million times I'm sorry
I promised you, and then I held you down
I'll never forgive myself

 

[butters]

the things we tell ourselves

creations born of vacuums
imagination
the burn to understand
all we don't
or cannot—yet

tales that evolve
as knowledge grows
and lightning's relabeled
as more than Iškur's rage
Zeus' tantrums
Raijin, Indra, Perun or Thor
being froggy

and how total solar eclipses
are a matter of mathematics
yet still cosmic to experience
silencing birds and raising hairs on our necks

we seek understanding
and understand the power of naming
the power of words
how they can soothe
and, sometimes, absolve us
from blame

how we need to be the authors
of our own stories
to continue writing our existence
beyond 'The End' assigned
by life's biographer
the vastness of un-being too much
for simian brains such as ours




edit explanation: i couldn't leave that T of 'The End' not itallicised when the rest was. just couldn't :eek!

 

[butters]

that ineffable space

is there a name for it—
that space between frames
between in and ex-halation
the flare of one synapse
and the next?

non-moments upon whose momentousness
the nameable and countable depend:

that micro-second before a big bang
the period of pent energy
just before tectonic plates release
the pivotal point before clouds loose their rain...
the ineffable space of time it takes
moisture to evaporate
from a dying woman's eye.

 

[butters]

vulnerable

nakedness
isn't something Eve and Adam worried about
at first
and babies certainly don't give a shit

but once we grow used to something
be it clothes
guns
or rings

we fear the threat
of being stripped
we shiver
sure of our vulnerability

 

[sanjuinmood]

 Submission

I gave her all I could
my naked self
on bent knees
as I crawled
to her needs
I shall abide
and I shall heed
was all I said
as I commit
my whole self
to her remit

 

[4degrees]

Take me way up
I'm floating on your cloud
You make things dreamy
With your magic ways
It's less hard to hate
Myself as much
When you are here
Only sometimes

 

[sanjuinmood]

Submissive Surrender

A domme, a queen, her reign supreme,
A love so deep, a passion's dream.
He bows before her, his heart laid bare,
A willing servant, beyond compare.

Her words, a command, a guiding light,
He follows blindly, with all his might.
His actions speak, a silent vow,
His devotion's depth, he'll somehow show.

A naked soul, before her throne,
His love, a treasure, forever known.
She respects, she loves, she misses him,
A bond unbreakable, a sacred whim.

 

[Kadyia]

Nights y Sueños

I miss our nights,
Te extraño.

Why does it hurt so bad?
Si no te piras.

Your smile fucked me up,
Tu risa me volvía loca.

But I still got love,
El tiempo nos jodió.

I thought we’d be forever,
Pensé que esto nunca se acabaría.

I’m broken,
Ahora estamos bien perdidos sin amor.

Life’s so damn cold.
El camino está bien frío.

I’m lost,
Sin tu voz, sin tu dulce melodía

I’ll wait forever,
En mis sueños, te encuentro.

 

[butters]

Told You So

we tell ourselves stories
tales of futures yet to pass
limited only by imagination

from the rose-perfumed
to the stench of burnt rubber
pristine seas of trees
to shattered glass and torn steel
peaceful coexistence
to total annihilation

for those of us who live
to see the pages turn
our stories reach their natural conclusions
human nature's smug in validation
no matter how awful the ending

 

[butters]

the unbelievable thinness of our atmosphere

when you reach such altitudes
nose-bleed heights
perspective curves
and the bigger picture
emerges—
we are planetary

in rarefied air
lungs grow grateful
for acts of intercession
as the id floats—
a go-pro strung out
on the whim of a balloon
expecting to burst at any moment
but expanding, still, horizons