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Adrian DeVine

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Since: Jun 12

Im not here

#3762 Dec 26, 2012
To read posts by the judgeiter iconer, ha, yeh wait, they dont post anythin! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Wish Topix would employ me to do that allday.

The Gap, Australia

#3763 Dec 26, 2012
Go and venture off
Get lost in this world
Go and find life's meaning
Painted within a mural
Take the soonest flight
Away to France
But before you leave,
May I have this dance?

Forgive and forget
Just don't forget me
Let go of your burdens
Before chasing your dreams
If I could be so lucky
As to have one glance
The tune has begun
May I have this dance?

January is almost here
Time isn't our friend
The ache that I feel
I swear it, won't end
I'm stunned by your wonder
Let it happen by chance
Before I'm forgotten
May I have this dance?


The Gap, Australia

#3764 Dec 27, 2012
Procrastination....THE QUESTIONAIRE ?

1. Would you have sex with the last person you
text messaged?

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

5. Did you hang out with the person you like

6. What are you excited for?

7. What happened tonight?

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get
really wasted?

9. Is confidence cute?

10. What is the last beverage you had?

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you
fully trust?

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

15. Are you going out with the last person you

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to
about anything?

18. The last time you felt broken?

19. Have you had sex today?

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

21. Are you in a good mood?

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

24. What do you want right this second?

25. What would you say if the person you love/like
kissed another girl/boy?

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t
make you laugh?

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were
talking to?

32. Does the person you have feelings for right
now, know you do?

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks

34. Listening to?

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

38. Who did you last call?

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

44. Do you tan in the nude?

45. If you could, would you take back your last

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep
last night?

47. Who was the last person to call you?

48. Do you sing in the shower?

49. Do you dance in the car?

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

53. Is Christmas stressful?

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

59. Take a vitamin daily?

60. Wear slippers?

61. Wear a bath robe?

62. What do you wear to bed?

63. First concert?

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

65. Nike or Adidas?

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

69. Ever take dance lessons?

70. Is there a profession you picture your future
spouse doing?

71. Can you curl your tongue?

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

74. What is your favorite book?

75. Do you study better with or without music?

76. Regularly burn incense?

77. Ever been in love?

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

79. What was the last concert you saw?

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

81. Tea or coffee?

82. Favorite type of cookie?

83. Can you swim well?

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your

85. Are you patient?

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

87. Ever won a contest?

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

89. Which are better black or green olives?

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

91. Best room for a fireplace?

92. Do you want to get married?

93. Are you a virgin?

94. When was the last time you had sex?

95. Favourite food?

The Gap, Australia

#3765 Dec 27, 2012
"I wanted a perfect ending.

Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”

The Gap, Australia

#3766 Dec 27, 2012
so this
is what
you’ve been
waiting for
an empty box
full of words
broken promises
all bundled up
for another
you’ll avert
your eyes
when they ask
do you like it
you will
of course
why should you
break from
your tradition
on telling
you want
them to hear
at this point
even you
have begun
to believe

The Gap, Australia

#3767 Dec 27, 2012
I gushed and gave
Homing her with wonder of why I hurt so heavily
Synergistic savior
Radiantly radial
A dainty daisy
Smoothed my palm gingerly
Prying it to relax and endure an expanse
Strewn tools and mementos mixed
Blades of grass gravitated with gusts
Consuming them many mystic strides
away from my crossed legs that linked with hers
Only the sun was worthy of
clothing pride perpetrators
Leaves licked loose arches
as she candied her candor
Claiming daunting analogical clouds
the source of such suffering
Ones that I compulsively called for
atop those treeless towers
as rain ran into that vice of a vision
as I screamed until my throat threatened
drying save the blood that clogged it
Marrying that storm
Marring that potential with personal poison
Rage coursing until veins lost levy
Leaping from limbs
Limiting leisure
Teeth grinding until the chalk
that was me, choked me
Lightning lingered until
my livid lips pressed to your floral face
Frustration flacks this meadow mating
I wear pelts of those punitive predators
to armor myself from more agony
I sleep alone with varying locality
to shove another slice of space
between my resting body and your sly silhouette
I still clamp my fist until neglected nails
nestle under crescent breaks in these calluses
Yet, the way you gaze into me....
“Hold hesitations for the humored” you retort
After I let my tongue loose to lash
and taint what we were sharing
To send you galloping and hating
Rather.....you nuzzle the soft blades
of your shoulders into my heaving chest
Lacing my lips with a longitudinal finger
Patiently anticipating a hurried heart
to adapt an adagio answer
Subduing those knives that nicked lungs
each gasp building those broken breaths
until ours synchronized
Where you then smiled and I found those butterflies I assumed lost.


The Gap, Australia

#3768 Dec 27, 2012

Have we run like fishes
across the heavens
trying to follow
the flock for ages?

Finding, however
that the flock
also moves,
like the same stream.

Can we find
our own little garden
from which life grows
and when you meet
me there
in fog and lilac roped,

As if you were
sent from Venus
or from
the beyond
we will have to
grow our own

The Gap, Australia

#3769 Dec 27, 2012
The Sun
Breaks my heart

With her light.
She’s available,
Violently explosive.

She talks to me in vibrations.
Maybe if she could,
She would

Spinning and spitting flames
But her intrinsic nature prevails
And so she can’t.

The Gap, Australia

#3770 Dec 27, 2012
Walking meditation

seeing distances play with light.

culling, calling to draw nearer
and wallow in the gifts brought ashore

twinkling glitters of sun
shone on wetted shells
and glass worn from the ever-changing motion
turbulence of weather meeting sea
things surface
sparked in thought
imagination guides me
to when I last danced the shoreline

treasured memories

all wrapped-up
in my mind’s remembrance
I smell the salt air
and feel the pull of skin
shells, driftwood and smooth, flat stones
discovered, then taken home
make a profound display in my living room
as they did when laying naked and exposed
beachcombing in July
always finding reason
to leave my footprints
to gather my senses
of where I am now
and where I have been
ebbing back out
seeing what is coming next

The Gap, Australia

#3771 Dec 28, 2012
Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in grey,
And thought she would go into town for the day.
First for a bite at a charming cafe,
Then on to a film or perhaps the ballet.
She lingered with joy at her chocolate souffle,
When a rather smooth gentleman offered to pay.
She tried to refuse but he wouldn't take nay,
And he followed her out and he led her astray.

Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in brown,
And thought once again she would venture to town.
But looked through her wardrobe with lengthening frown:
"What I really need is a lovely new gown."
At the fashion boutique where she sought some renown,
A bewitching young scoundrel said: "You look a clown!
Come with me and you'll soon feel you're wearing the crown."
And he smiled and flattered and then took her down.

Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in red.
She pondered and sighed as her memory fled.
"What was that thing Father Carradine said?
Damn it! It's vanished clean out of my head."
A ring at the door bell soon killed off that thread,
Twas the bakery man with a loaf of fresh bread.
She asked if he hungered and had he been fed?
"Not yet", said the man as he took her to bed.

Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in green,
And waltzed into town feeling calm and serene.
"It's time I developed an artistic mien."
She thought as she wandered in search of caffeine.
The handsome barista behind the machine,
Asked: what was her fancy and what was her bean?
She replied: "Give me something that's fit for the Queen".
But he offered her something uncouth and obscene.

Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in blue,
And loafed around looking for something to do.
She felt second hand but she wished to be new,
So she rang up and booked in a cut and shampoo.
At the shop she was met by a tiresome queue,
But Marcel winked his eye, and he waved her on through,
Into the back room, where the curtains he drew,
And gave her a set of a different hue.

Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in black,
As she stopped and she shrugged to the ground her rucksack.
"If I go any further I'll just do my back!
This wilderness thing: I just don't have the knack."
Just then was the sound of a dry branch's crack,
And a healthy young hiker appeared down the track.
He said: "You need someone to cut you some slack.
Come into my tent and I'll feed you a snack.

Suzy the Floozy was dressed all in pink.
She batted her eyes as she sipped at her drink,
And raised her champagne next to his with a clink.
She gazed at her partner and this she did think:
"He may be a cad and he may be a fink,
But he's got a nice car and he bought me this mink.
Sure, he's got a wife, but at least he don't stink."
And she nodded along and she gave him a wink.

The Gap, Australia

#3772 Dec 28, 2012
(Pre Guanga-Land)

In the times before now, the powerful owl,
once lived in a hole in a tree,
when the land was all green, and the forest serene,
covered the plains to the sea.

When the black phascogale, with its feathery tail,
watched bandicoots everywhere roam,
and the spotted-tailed quoll, and the mouse in its hole,
made all of this forest their home.

There were brown potoroo, and dunnarts there too,
and the east pygmy possum as well,
and the brown antechinus, and forest eptesicus,
as the old Gunditj Mara could tell.

The gliders could feed, on the sap that did bleed,
from the wounds that they made in the gums,
and the black cockatoo, and the grey kangaroo,
thrived long before there were sums.

Old Cobboboonee, slept in peace by the sea,
and nourished itself in its time,
where the messmates grew tall, and the old limbs did fall,
leaving hollows, and places to climb.

The fires came through, and they burned up the new
growth that littered the old forest floor.
But the big trees survived, and the woodland revived,
in a cycle true to its law.

Then white people came, who knew not the name,
of the forest, nor all of its laws,
and they chopped down the trees, and wiped out the bees,
and made their decisions indoors.

Nesting holes became rare, till few of them there,
could provide a safe home for an owl,
and the cycle was lost, to the forest's great cost,
for the burning, they didn't know how.

The swamps were all drained, for farms, they explained,
and the bitterns and crakes were moved on,
and the pastureland spread, till the brolgas had fled,
and the swamp rats and grebes were all gone.

Though the forest's been maimed, some has been named,
as some kind of woodland preserve,
but what does this mean, when they strip the land clean,
of old trees and the creatures they serve.

For Cobboboonee, I would like to see,
it return to its great days of yore,
let the big trees grow old, let them thrive in the mould,
from the river right down to the shore.

The Gap, Australia

#3773 Dec 28, 2012
Maybe, there is a way out of here ...

Giant towers blooming in the spring.
The motor cars have long since died,
And dragged pollution to an early grave.
Power; we drew it from the earth.
Power; we draw it from the sun.

Green fields are basking in our golden daze,
The soft wind stirs the heavy summer haze.
Lotus blossoms at the end of time,
Unite the dreamers in this dream of mine.
Our work is done, we need toil no more,
We've made it! Masters of the cosmic lore!

Gazing out into the vortex, stars glow and die.
The universe is singing; we need cry no more.
Enlightened visitors in the eye of our mind.

Our days of violet are ending now for sure.
We wait on peace at the eternal shore.
Dancing at the end of time,
Like crystals, on the perfect wave.

Waiting for the dawn,
And after all these years we know
the peace that lies within.
Lost on the infinite plain,
The way out is the way that we came in.

Waiting, on the dawn ...

Do you remember when we got lost so long ago?
Trapped so quickly in this world,
that took so long to know.
I knew that we could do it, if we only could let go.
It would all come back some day
and we'd remember, what we already know;

We are the children of the universe my friends.
We're living here in glory
in the dream that never ends.

The feeling that's inside of you
no one can take away.
Don't be afraid,
no one can take your life away.

Waiting, on the future ...
The door is open inside.

It seems so long ago the song began to play,

It's only been ten billion years we've been away.

The Gap, Australia

#3775 Dec 30, 2012
Let me tell you about longing.

Let me presume that I have something
new to say about it, that this room,
naked, its walls pining for clocks,
has something new to say
about absence.

the crunch of an apple, fading
sunflowers on a quilt, a window
looking out to a landscape
with a single tree.

And you sitting under it.

Let go, said you to me in a dream,
but by the time the wind
carried your voice to me,
I was already walking through
the yawning door, towards
the small, necessary sadnesses
of waking.

I wish I could hold you now,
but that is a line that has
no place in a poem,
like the swollen
sheen of the moon tonight,
or the word absence, or you,
or longing.

Let me tell you about longing.

In a distant country
two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,
unafraid, are perching beside them.

She places a hand on his knee
and says, say to me
the truest thing you can.

I am closing my eyes now.

You are far away.
Level 2

Since: Oct 12

Location hidden

#3776 Dec 30, 2012
Who? You!

The Gap, Australia

#3777 Dec 30, 2012
I lay waiting

between turf-face and demesne wall,
between heathery levels
and glass-toothed stone.

My body was braille
for the creeping influences:
dawn suns groped over my head
and cooled at my feet,

through my fabrics and skins
the seeps of winter
digested me,
the illiterate roots

pondered and died
in the cavings
of stomach and socket.
I lay waiting

on the gravel bottom,
my brain darkening.
a jar of spawn
fermenting underground

dreams of Baltic amber.
Bruised berries under my nails,
the vital hoard reducing
in the crock of the pelvis.

My diadem grew carious,
gemstones dropped
in the peat floe
like the bearings of history.

My sash was a black glacier
wrinkling, dyed weaves
and Phoenician stitchwork
retted on my breasts’

soft moraines.
I knew winter cold
like the nuzzle of fjords
at my thighs––

the soaked fledge, the heavy
swaddle of hides.
My skull hibernated
in the wet nest of my hair.

Which they robbed.
I was barbered
and stripped
by a turfcutter’s spade

who veiled me again
and packed coomb softly
between the stone jambs
at my head and my feet.

Till a peer’s wife bribed him.
The plait of my hair
a slimy birth-cord
of bog, had been cut

and I rose from the dark,
hacked bone, skull-ware,
frayed stitches, tufts,
small gleams on the bank.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3778 Dec 30, 2012
Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you..
Yeah right..move on they say....

The Gap, Australia

#3780 Dec 30, 2012
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of

and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together

the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3781 Dec 30, 2012
when life knocks you down roll over and look up at the stars...

United States

#3782 Dec 30, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you..
Yeah right..move on they say....
"Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you.."

..over and over and over again...

The Gap, Australia

#3783 Dec 30, 2012
Sweetie-Pie wrote:
<quoted text>
"Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you.."
..over and over and over again...
I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
And shut us all within;
And,“Little Sorrow, weep,” said I,
“And, Little Sin, pray God to die,
And I upon the floor will lie
And think how bad I’ve been!”

Alas for pious planning —
It mattered not a whit!
As far as gloom went in that room,
The lamp might have been lit!
My Little Sorrow would not weep,
My Little Sin would go to sleep —
To save my soul I could not keep
My graceless mind on it!

So up I got in anger,
And took a book I had,
And put a ribbon on my hair
To please a passing lad.
And,“One thing there’s no getting by —
I’ve been a wicked girl,” said I;
“But if I can’t be sorry, why,
I might as well be glad!”

—Edna St. Vincent Millay.

(Submitted by DeVine.)

Hey Christine, this one's for you......f uck you !!


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