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Absolutely. By the time I was finished I was shaking and sweating all over my body, the mere thought of writing those is enough to make my heart pump hard enough to be visible under my chest. What do other people think?
it's crazy cuz on some days I feel so wicked smart. hehe.. you're doing a find job of squashing that feeling. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! yeah, spookz, it's the thought that counts. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! and, Pollux, you must certainly get into your writing if you are experiencing such bodily goings-ons. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! your stuff is good.
The whole purpose of both poems is to impress a girl, actually...Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! In this writing class we're going to share everything we're supposed to have written at once, she'll read it eventually and hopefully go nuts.
I never could see in something I never believed, But you are the only piece that would fit my empty eyes. Please—, I want to hold you again, in my arms while we dance I need to connect with the love of my life—
Whats coming baby? Why can’t you save me? I’m deep in trouble and can’t get out myself But I count on the way you feel Inside of my own realm But I can’t get out and I need to give a shout…out…out To the people high above…looking for some silly little scrub So they can topoff their mugs with some barly colored ale. And…That’s…how..I came about..in my home town and stop thinking bout my hell…that I face everyday in my own way…and I can’t get out tonight…with out a fight of life…that I’m prepared to lose in a 1-2-3-KO-me-see and I never wannad be in situation of my…. Whats coming baby? Why can’t you save me? I’m coming out of myself and into…the world The bright lights are twinkling but I can’t stop thinking on my own Bout the way we took it home into the night…into the night…into the night-and we took off byselves in a Chevy I regeared to our racing standards of a bastard that took over me..took over me….took…over….m…e. One step closer and I can’t stand to feel pain of armored hands across my chest and overhead to the black sky of my demise.and I can’t bear to see this guy . And…. Get…a..way-- into the inno-cence. That I can’t prouncesoran To the race and out of place Can’t stop wishing about my own kitchen in the attic of my old caustic house The scathing of my lathe-and pain-in-the-rain of one old happy man just smiling while he’s holding back the faint. Get…a..way-- into the inno-cence. Of a frightened little dog looking for hogs that it can chew and spit ‘em later-in-my-lather for my dirty, nasty haters-of-the-nation. :bugeye: I don't know what I was on when I put that one down Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I never could see in something I never believed, But you are the only piece that would fit my empty eyes. Please—, I want to hold you again, in my arms while we dance I need to connect with the love of my life— sorry grazz it can never be for i am spoken for and my heart belongs to another Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
No words No words will suffice when good is being sacrificed. The wounds they cut deep, trouble is all you'll reap. You think you know it all? I've got news, all fools fall. Think you are king of the world? All I see is stupidity unfurled. Selling false hope, snake oil, and lies. A hypocritical wolf in a sheep's disguise. I loathe you, you make me sick. You're nothing but a bloodsucking tick. You childish egotistical piece of toxic waste, slither back from whence you came posthaste! ©2000
Ripped Apart My heart is heavy, your words sliced deep. Broken into pieces, my spirit treads a fine line. On a road going nowhere moving at light speed, I see the truth of what I am through your eyes. No more words, no more chances, all hope is gone. Decisions change everything, all I said meant nothing. ©1999
vague the night has become clear two minutes ago, and, for some reason, your words seduce me. no bach in the warm air, just trois gymnopedies. there was a recondite, now fulgurous, emotional emanation, inexorable quintessence. have your quite words built this rustic confidence? i thought it would be today but then the sublime night faced us, and its exuberant beauty did not bring your presence among shadows. and i do not believe you will observe the quivering hope, the silent doubt, waiting for an answer. sometimes life inhales a mist of scenes of an extricated disorder. sometimes the souls just do not form curved nor concentric universes. one just has to feel and cope with the silence and pretend, and ask, is there anything more casual? the rhythm is broken, fine irony. i think i may love you satie is gone now, i feel relief. -storni (1/18/3)
