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[Trixareforkids]

Damn Pen! I really like that one. It really give the feel of driving down the road while cruising memory lane and the feeling we all get of 'what the hell happened'.

Really fucking nice!

 

[pensivepoet]

Thanks trix
Wishin for a Woodstock
Another revolution

 

[HarryHill]

By God, the apples are in the bucket,
less the ones that have already fallen,
a few left above for the deer,
despite Ma'am's protests and reach.

The sweat bees were there in force,
harvesting a bounty from uncovered skin,
sting at whim as I toiled,
by God they got their due.

 

[KathrynWM]

I rain
inconsistently
against your perfect notion
how do I feel
why
make me feel
amazing to so so
easily and it been proven
replaceable
I rain
need to be wrung out



(I feel and that is all) -Kathryn WM

 

[todski28]

I would taste the dew scattered
droplets your rain offers
that I may feel as you do feel

That every drop wrung
from amazing to so-so
would run down my chin
as greedy gulps have you spill
over my chest
and I be awash in you

 

[KathrynWM]

Thanks For Another Lesson

When you decide to leave
you leave me all alone
I know this from experience
and this time I will grow

What I mean by that is
I will never be here again
stuck inside your positioning
I will be the manipulator of my own making

There is no need for you to wait
until everyone leaves
to tell me you are leaving
I already know
because I've just started breathing

 

[KathrynWM]

I would taste the dew scattered
droplets your rain offers
that I may feel as you do feel

That every drop wrung
from amazing to so-so
would run down my chin
as greedy gulps have you spill
over my chest
and I be awash in you

I like this very clever

 

[Aynmair]

I would taste the dew scattered
droplets your rain offers
that I may feel as you do feel

That every drop wrung
from amazing to so-so
would run down my chin
as greedy gulps have you spill
over my chest
and I be awash in you

Loved this - the sensuality of it. Very nice.

 

[todski28]

I like this very clever

Glad you liked it, I did use your words

 

[KathrynWM]

Glad you liked it, I did use your words

So -so- Much! Very cool

 

[KathrynWM]

S-i

by Kathryn WM

Are you scared-
that on Sunday nights,
I'll be good to you,
between our sheets?
Or are you indifferent?
There's a difference.
Why can't you just be good to me?
The way you lay there in the dark, looking at my hips in search of, your heart.
My body is forgetting how good it felt to be touched.

It's all making a monster of me.
Why leave me wet and tangled up in the walked on and worn down sidewalks?
I'll never make a name for yourself again. I promise.

Believe in me when you say goodbye. Because hello haunts me.
I can un-know all I want to it seems but I can't un-know what you wanted and promised. What you intended to do and didn't.

It's mean.
I mean, it isn't.
Are we there yet?
Of course not.
Now I've had it.
With you-
now whom shall remain nameless.




https://38.media.tumblr.com/ab36ac58a388a94df88aeee0e827a1d2/tumblr_nafjzhF7sx1sp9yvto1_500.gif

 

[HarryHill]

"
So what's ol' Harry been up to," you ask, then glance up to see his apocalypse torn ass: hair in dreads of twigs n leaves, face out of a nightmare, rivulets of filthy water streaming onto a beard discolored by eight inches of sediment from the bottom of a pond.

and you look into the eyes like white marbles on the grim swamp creatures face, raw zombie blistered forearms, the teeth gnashing from pursed lips, then decide, you really don't want to know.

 

[todski28]

"
So what's ol' Harry been up to," you ask, then glance up to see his apocalypse torn ass: hair in dreads of twigs n leaves, face out of a nightmare, rivulets of filthy water streaming onto a beard discolored by eight inches of sediment from the bottom of a pond.

and you look into the eyes like white marbles on the grim swamp creatures face, raw zombie blistered forearms, the teeth gnashing from pursed lips, then decide, you really don't want to know.

Truly awesome Sonics in this Harry, as well as all the imagery crashing together, sick in both meanings of the word.

 

[butters]

"
So what's ol' Harry been up to," you ask, then glance up to see his apocalypse torn ass: hair in dreads of twigs n leaves, face out of a nightmare, rivulets of filthy water streaming onto a beard discolored by eight inches of sediment from the bottom of a pond.

and you look into the eyes like white marbles on the grim swamp creatures face, raw zombie blistered forearms, the teeth gnashing from pursed lips, then decide, you really don't want to know.

hey
swamp monster
come kiss me wi' yer zombie lips
till my eyes roll back n i'm dirty with you
i'll pick out your crown of twigs
lead you into warm water
make you forget your blisters


grrr

 

[HarryHill]

Truly awesome Sonics in this Harry, as well as all the imagery crashing together, sick in both meanings of the word.

I don't have a pic so I guess it really didn't happen. what is it about poets? when even the most outlandish things befall them there is some small portion of the brain composing

 

[todski28]

I don't have a pic so I guess it really didn't happen. what is it about poets? when even the most outlandish things befall them there is some small portion of the brain composing

I hear that, the muse I'd a persistent and demanding mistress, one who shoves her way into the limelight at the oddest times.

 

[HarryHill]

hey
swamp monster
come kiss me wi' yer zombie lips
till my eyes roll back n i'm dirty with you
i'll pick out your crown of twigs
lead you into warm water
make you forget your blisters


grrr

ty
My poor bathtub

 

[todski28]

by Kathryn WM

Are you scared-
that on Sunday nights,
I'll be good to you,
between our sheets?
Or are you indifferent?
There's a difference.
Why can't you just be food to me?
The way you lay there in the dark, looking at my hips in search of, your heart.
My body is forgetting how good it felt to be touched.

It's all making a monster of me.
Why leave me wet aind tangled up in the walked on and worn down sidewalks?
I'll never make a name for yourself again. I promise.

Believe in me when you say goodbye. Because hello haunts me.
I can un-know all I want to it seems but I can't un-know what you wanted and promised. What you intended to do and didn't.

It's mean.
I mean, it isn't.
Are we there yet?
Of course not.
Now I've had it.
With you-
now whom shall remain nameless.




https://38.media.tumblr.com/ab36ac58a388a94df88aeee0e827a1d2/tumblr_nafjzhF7sx1sp9yvto1_500.gif

Though it seems actions born of cruel intention
to walk out amidst the high heat of summers burn
the ignition point that lays in the dark between breaths
and heart beats staccatos
this is not indifference, this is controlled
cravings that remain nameless
swell
from loins that blush in thought of why
and left wanton wet but never forget the
touch of hands as their prints etched in muscle memory

because those thoughts keep the pot on boil
the sensual that

pauses

builds a coiled spring to catapult
your lips
your lust
into the nameless monster
that howls an echo
howl
where I am yours to consume
as food for desire
come
feast.

 

[KathrynWM]

Though it seems actions born of cruel intention
to walk out amidst the high heat of summers burn
the ignition point that lays in the dark between breaths
and heart beats staccatos
this is not indifference, this is controlled
cravings that remain nameless
swell
from loins that blush in thought of why
and left wanton wet but never forget the
touch of hands as their prints etched in muscle memory

because those thoughts keep the pot on boil
the sensual that

pauses

builds a coiled spring to catapult
your lips
your lust
into the nameless monster
that howls an echo
howl
where I am yours to consume
as food for desire
come
feast.

great piece of writing

 

[KathrynWM]

orange blossoms

the last man to whisper
i often imagined
in the quiet
bending back-over
a subject of veins
to relax and let go
mouth perfect and open
where the blues seeped out of
a gap
with that gleam
gapes into a grin as I sleep
the world lays inside my mouth
tastes like lemons

-kathryn wm

 

[HarryHill]

Somewhen, where time and geography are elastic,
malleable to such a degree... I falter,
and in doing so sculpture a faint shape of Somewhen,
but when I try to touch it with my hand/mind/tongue
a ghost wisps away
..
There's always mischief afoot when bing comes to play
and even when you say what you mean
there's an area that's usually grey
where nuance stretches to a fay shift,
crosses from some dimension to this

 

[KathrynWM]

It is 4:30 in the morning and I am crying.
It really sucks when you get used to handing out favors after weeks and months of silence.
It really sucks when you get used to being called “hot” or hearing “you look good”.
Instead of hearing “I love you” or “I am so lucky” or “baby” just… “baby”.
It really sucks feeling so alive and then- almost as fast, so dead without any notice,
but this IS NOT a “woe is me” poem. This IS NOT a “poor little old me” speech. NO!


It has been so long- I can’t even remember the last time someone called me beautiful.
It has been so long- I can’t even remember the last time someone stared at me like stars.
And I am wondering how long it has been for everyone else? And if anyone is saying the same thing….


I want to say, you are so beautiful and if I could I would look at you like stars
on a hot and buggy, August, backcountry, side of the road, Oklahoma night. I will lay there with you, just staring at how beautiful you are and thinking about how I could spend the rest of my life getting eaten by mosquitoes or answering your mysterious questions and never get bored.


It has been five months or more since I have been touched and, I would more than likely act poorly if you tried. That said, this IS NOT an invite.
This is me trying with what I have left to help the next person like myself.
For those of you who are tired and broken and losing faith at an unfathomable speed. Where I cannot let go of my body, I wish someone would have told me this just so I could experience the words to gain some reprieve or comfort. So here it is…


Yes I will look at you like stars. On the dark ride home my heart would race from whats to come. Or what I hope anyways. Neither one of us will think there is an end to the stairs ahead that lead to our doorway. The hall is dimly lit as we finally get past the door and make it into your much too low to the ground bed. Now we are in that space where the sun and the moon are both out. Which is perfect. I want to crawl on top of you. Have you unhook every inch of me- and I would take each rib from its cage, until your chest gives a full view of your surviving heart and I will thank God or whoever for your life silently as I listen to you breathe. I will make love to you in your entire mess of sadness. I will make love to you during your chaotic tears and marvel at what is so beautifully unbroken, to all that you have left and tell you I love you softly as you sigh in relief and come join me for another day.

I say to every person out there who may feel like me in this space between darkness and day. Crumpled inside their own skin and lonely- so completely lonely…


Even though I don’t even know you- I love you, for all that you are and all that you’re not. For who you are and whom you will become. I will not only look at your beautiful form in the darkness of secret night but I will think of you also in the light, inside the brightest most public of places, just please know that I am here. Even if this only helps this one time please know that you are not alone in your feelings of grief.


I am here. I think I’ve loved you longer than I have or will ever be alive. I am here, feel me wrap myself around you like an ampersand or question. I will stay like this with you.


Sleep well honey

All of my love
Never goodbye but
always goodnight.

P.S. I know its hard but I thank God you are alive tonight

-nobody should ever feel like this
Kathryn WM

 

[cripple92996]

ff

kath I feel the same way. Lets try to be friends

 

[butters]

Somewhen, where time and geography are elastic,
malleable to such a degree... I falter,
and in doing so sculpture a faint shape of Somewhen,
but when I try to touch it with my hand/mind/tongue
a ghost wisps away
..
There's always mischief afoot when bing comes to play
and even when you say what you mean
there's an area that's usually grey
where nuance stretches to a fay shift,
crosses from some dimension to this

the faltering hand sculpts somewhen
but the pliant mind
paints somehow
and a kiss on the wind
of hummingbird wings
leaves a ghost
a ghost
of a trace
to follow home

grey light stretches
the fey shift in spectrum turns
till all golds and lilacs
plums and darling moon-haloes
new moss and old
reveal our accessible dimensions

 

[UnderYourSpell]

It was, so posting here too.
.
Blue pitter patted but the hard earth
turned her brand new coat
into nothing but brown rivulets
that although quenching
did nothing for her pristine face
now covered with dripping mascara
until she could take no more of this
ignominy and went to weep
among the green.