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RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 12:26:44 PM   
SinLee


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From: Jersey girl, back in jersey
Status: offline 		fragility

shattered pieces of my soul
scattered across the floor
wondering if i have the strength
to pick up the pieces
i take hold of one of the larger parts
trying to push it back in
but it splinters between my fingers
turns into dust, blinding me
i crawl around trying to find
anything i can still use
but it all crumbles around me
shards of my soul cutting through
slicing my skin
my heart bleeds out
and i realize
i can never be whole again

sinamynlee


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 1:48:57 PM   
    suzybeth


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    Forsaken
    His heart beats strong, his heart beats true.
    An apologetic denial, pierces my soul completely through.
    The love that was mine now belongs to someone new.
    The fault lies with me an admission made by few.
    I failed him as wife, lover, and friend.
    I should have known this is how it would end.
    I knew it was coming my eyes open wide,
    The feeling of dread buried deep inside.
    I no longer responded to his needs, causing him to follow his heart wherever it leads.
    My world is entirely broken,
    no truer words have been spoken.
    I'll love him until death, surely even with my last breath.
     
    ©Elizabeth Young 2008
     
    Denial
    An ostrich in the sand is what I have been.
    The signs were all there and I refused to believe.
    Is being loved forever an idea too hard to conceive?
    A fool no greater has ever been found.
    My hopes and dreams now trampled upon the ground.
     
    ©Elizabeth Young 2008
     
    Untitled
     
    i live for those around me 
    i think i always have.
    years ago when i was just a child,
    they used me up and never gave.
    so why should life be different now
    when all i've known is to bend and bow.
    as the years have passed by,
    i've learned to fend for myself.
    i may have learned, but i don't apply,
    my mind  a ravine, no; cleft.
    should i continue on,
    just for the sake of those around?
    or finally succumb and smirk below the ground.
    could it be worse than what i've lived through
    i think i could handle it even if it was equal to

    ©Elizabeth Young 2006
     
    I Cry
    I cry tonight for the loss of a friend,
    My tears fall; like leaves in the wind.
    The salt is bitter to taste,
    The fondness I felt shall go to waste.
    Someone special is leaving;
    Now my heart is grieving.
    The tears slide from my face,
    To rest upon my heart
    with an empty space.
     
     © Elizabeth Young 2005


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 2:06:59 PM   
    Hippiekinkster


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    Sunlight dawning in
    I have caught my second wind
    let's make love again

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 2:15:38 PM   
    Raechard


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    Just another nobody looking for that somebody.
    A soul lost in a sea of confusion.
    A mind wrapped up in self delusion

    Looking for that warm and welcoming place to be
    Looking for that special human to be with me
    Spending so much time alone drains the soul

    He forgets what it is that makes him whole
    He starts to wish he was someone else entirely
    And so starts to emerge the liar inside of me

    The judgement begins of his many sins
    People fail to see what he had to be
    They don’t understand because they are perfect
    As far as he can see.

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    Need for air:
    I am the air you breathe, the things you seek the things you need. 
    I know all about your dark desires, the way you lust, your need of trust. 
    I give my soul to you hoping that you’ll trust me too. 
    I promise to keep you safe, to find the things you seek and realise that you are unique.
    Our bond is formed from these desires
    There is no going back except for liars.

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    Contradictory poetry.

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 2:19:14 PM   
    Raechard


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    Oh the buttons the buttons
    Why is the edit button next to the quote button
    Don't they know I'm likely to press the wrong one and quoteth myself.


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 2:53:58 PM   
    SinLee


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    Status: offline     		This one i wrote at 16 on a napkin in red pen in germany, the only thing that was changed since the scrawling was the title... it's one of the few of mine i will admit to actually liking...

    Satan's child

    christen me with burning desire
    let me baptise you with carnal fire
    let me clense you as i push you in
    let yourself submit to our sin
    as you feel your passion begin to swell
    i welcome you to my fiery hell
    the level of depth has yet reached seven
    as you pull yourself away from heaven
    the pearly gates close you out
    as i let temptation swing about
    my body a temple, the bed is afire
    as you breathe in my soul entire
    center of hell is frozen ice
    you learn as i let my voice entice
    they say satan was once blessed
    as you serve me my yearning guest
    moans reach your throat hot and wild
    satan was a woman, and i her child
    eyes black as night, voice as a bell
    as i welcome you to the seventh level of hell
    you find your truest, indeed - only fear
    when one last time you pull me near
    you feel it there in my kiss
    and more so in your ecstatic bliss
    you've one last chance to forsake
    one last quest, a choice to make
    appease god, be welcomed to heaven
    or the goddess in hell, level seven

    Sinamynlee

    btw, suzybeth, very powerful, and raechard nicely done :)


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 3:21:30 PM   
    subtee


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    ORIGINAL: Hippiekinkster

    A modest Haiku for Subtee:

    Sunlight dawning in
    I have caught my second wind
    let's make love again


    Thank you. And in return:

    Cedar Rapids is
    Rapids that pretty much blow
    Going straight to bail

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 4:57:13 PM   
    HopeLost


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    cool breezes of spring
    your memory blows through me
    i used to blow you

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 5:15:20 PM   
    cjan


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    Who said this about love I do know
    People are fine and sheep are divine
    But iguanas are numero uno

    *bows*

    My name is Manolo
    I live on a rancho
    I work for two pesos a day
    I come home to Lucy
    She gives me some poosey
    And takes my two pesos away

    *bows*



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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 5:25:51 PM   
    Hippiekinkster


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    quote:

    ORIGINAL: subtee

    quote:

    ORIGINAL: Hippiekinkster

    A modest Haiku for Subtee:

    Sunlight dawning in
    I have caught my second wind
    let's make love again


    Thank you. And in return:

    Cedar Rapids is
    Rapids that pretty much blow
    Going straight to bail

    AH hahaha c'mere, sweets, I have a nice big warm towel to wrap you up in.

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 5:33:30 PM   
    babygirlangel


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    Wings

    Struggling between seeming darkness and light
    She reaches for wings with which to take flight
    Her heart beats an unending rhythm of desire
    To be free of herself, to go ever higher
    Her lungs burn with the need to cry out
    Her despair more complete with each lost bout
    Her steps unsteady as the path disappears
    Each step taking her deeper in the mire of her fears
    Her eyes once clear, dark and clouded by sorrow
    Never daring to hope, nor look toward the morrow
    Lost and forlorn she lifts her head to scream
    Tears caressing her face in two hot streams
    Still she moves onward, hoping for wings
    Till the tears are no more and she begins to sing
    Broken, soft and low the sound emerges slowly
    Each note stronger, filling her heart solely
    Her eyes again clearing, able to see once more
    The skies not so dark, shining brighter than before
    A trace of a smile now plays upon her face
    Driving despair and anger back in their place
    She lifts her head, only this time to sing
    Outstretches her arms and with each note -
    Finds her wings


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 5:51:46 PM   
    suzybeth


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    Status: offline     		Everyone's poetry is so enjoyable to read (even the silly ones about the Dom from nantucket ;) ), Thanks for sharing a piece of yourselves.

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      btw, suzybeth, very powerful, and raechard nicely done :) ~Sinamynlee



    thanks :D

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 5:54:04 PM   
    suzybeth


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    quote:

    ORIGINAL: babygirlangel

    a modest offering...

    Wings

    Struggling between seeming darkness and light
    She reaches for wings with which to take flight
    Her heart beats an unending rhythm of desire
    To be free of herself, to go ever higher
    Her lungs burn with the need to cry out
    Her despair more complete with each lost bout
    Her steps unsteady as the path disappears
    Each step taking her deeper in the mire of her fears
    Her eyes once clear, dark and clouded by sorrow
    Never daring to hope, nor look toward the morrow
    Lost and forlorn she lifts her head to scream
    Tears caressing her face in two hot streams
    Still she moves onward, hoping for wings
    Till the tears are no more and she begins to sing
    Broken, soft and low the sound emerges slowly
    Each note stronger, filling her heart solely
    Her eyes again clearing, able to see once more
    The skies not so dark, shining brighter than before
    A trace of a smile now plays upon her face
    Driving despair and anger back in their place
    She lifts her head, only this time to sing
    Outstretches her arms and with each note -
    Finds her wings



    very nicely put, and your siggy happens to be one of my favorite songs.

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 5:57:27 PM   
    babygirlangel


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/13/2008 7:48:20 PM   
    Hippiekinkster


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    decanted Petite Syrah
    nude before the fire
    Body glistening from the heat
    ready for whatever comes
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Hand in hand we walk
    trees in fragrant flowering
    a perfect moment.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    It is said the universe has aged
    some 12 or 13 billions of years
    And in all that time never at all
    has there been so rapturous a day
    as the day I saw you first.

    Glowing brighter than a thousand suns
    happier than a Coliseum of children
    laughing at the gaily-painted clowns
    at the  Celestial Circus of the Gods

    Warmth radiating like the unseen
    rays of the perfect campfire
    warding off the cold of night
    and melting the frost of my heart

    The song of your smile absolutely
    breath-stopping harmony
    perfectly pitched and resonating
    sublimely angelic chords.

    Hovering unseen above the water
    the River Spirits thirstily savor
    the transcendent tastes that are
    the sweet Saturnalia of your spoken song.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Iridescent drops
    cascading down your body
    freshly bathed for me.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Under the soft waterfall we embraced
    hot wet bodies intertwined, interlaced
    Island sun warming the sweet mountain stream
    lubricates our lips together we taste.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Bavarian wheat beer
    you kneeling, mouth wide open
    I share my water.

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/14/2008 5:58:52 AM   
    favesclava


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    Status: offline     		well, i almost decided not to post. a lot of these are quite excellent.
    this i wrote the first time Master kissed me.

    please dont kiss me like You did
    makes me feel like a girlfriend
    slave is all i want to be
    please i beg change the kiss
    dont hold me or look at me like i'm the only one
    puts the wrong thoughts  in a girl's mind
    slave is all i am,
    all i want to be
    so please dont kiss me like You did.

    i posted this in my CM journal. Master sent me a message, "I will kiss you any way I want to."
    i ws fighting my growing love for him then and was very much overwhelmed by the sensation of His deep  slow kiss.so much so i cried and cried not from sadness but to this day i cant figure it out. seems like a lot of reasons for the crying
    i still get weak when He kisses  me

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/14/2008 6:04:56 AM   
    GreedyTop


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/15/2008 1:45:29 AM   
    favesclava


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    Status: offline     		thank you GT. i will post more later. right nw i have to go get the sunay paper and doughnuts. it was something my dad did for us growing up. missing my daddy very much today on father's day

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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/15/2008 5:00:07 AM   
    SinLee


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    Status: offline     		When I cry...

    Alone, vulnerable, I come to you
    My eyes still dripping with unending tears
    I wonder what my fate is coming to
    Thinking, dwelling on my unfounded fears

    You gently carry me inside your room
    I wonder why you care for me at all
    My own self doubt, my own self loathing loom
    My eyes stay transfixed on the bedroom wall

    You lay me down carefully on the bed
    Wrap your arms around me, holding me tight
    You quietly bend down to kiss my head
    You softly tell me, "It will be alright."

    I look up at you, my eyes still crying
    Try to believe, but my soul is dying.

    Sinamynlee


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    RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? - 6/15/2008 5:02:29 AM   
    suzybeth


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    Status: offline     		*whispers* SinLee that is very touching and hits a few spots within me. Thanks for sharing

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