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Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3828 Jan 19, 2013
I want to show you something
That I know you'll never see.

I wish I could make it clear to you
All the things that I can't forget

(The best days of my life, you gave so much to me)

The orbit, the world, all there is;
It all revolves around you, it seems.

It's like you are the moons, and the sun,
and I'd frozen, and then burned.

As you are floating beyond the clouds
you no longer seem to see the sky

(Yes, that same sky we used to stare into until we fell asleep)

I know it can never be the way it once was;
where there had been love visible to the naked eye.

I know I will no longer hear the stream's flowing
even if I were ankle deep.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#3829 Jan 19, 2013
When nights are cold and stars are few,I close my eyes and think of you.A silent hope, a silent tear, a silent wish that you were here..:O(
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3830 Jan 19, 2013
I poured my heart into an empty glass
Couldn't look foward
Too busy drinking to loves long past
Broken shards of my heart
Cuts worse than a razors edge
Effects of wrong love
No more is my solemn pledge
Trust is for the unsuspecting
Blind to the consequences of giving all
So hard to gather yourself again
After that painful four letter fall
Every so often you see your reflection
God places your image in another
Faces them in your direction
But myself too ignorant to recognize my image in plain sight
Will forever be alone on this journey
I trusted my mind with what's left
since my soul couldnt see what was right
In front of my eyes
I let it go
Yet in still I try
Forever wondering...
Did I miss a chance
To connect my soul with its missing puzzle piece
Alone cursed to wander...freelance
Well let me finish my glass
Empty with sorrow
So I filled it with regret
Drunk on that four letter word
Thought I released the past...
Seems I haven't..just yet
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3831 Jan 21, 2013
There are no hidden diaries filled with distracting secrets.

Only beautiful objects that clatter to the floor on touch — accusatory.

It was the chocolate muffin that reminded me of the day’s particular despair. It’s dark brown heaviness clenched, stayed.

Un-lodge. Dislocate.

Each day is pried loose like a bit of shine gummed up against stone.

Each night chiseled jangled nerves like the last tooth inside the hollow of a mouth’s cave.

There’s a moment of give; of unexpected ease.

Read into it what you will. The unpacking of each day........

And it’s re-packaging at the end.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#3832 Jan 21, 2013
You may not be her first,her last,or her only.She loved before she may love again.But if she loves you now, what else matters? Shes not perfect you arent either and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes,hold on to her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day ,but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break and thats her heart. So dont hurt her. Dont change her. dont analyze her and dont expect more than she can give.Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there..

this was written by Bob Marley an very nice indeed..
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3833 Jan 21, 2013
Hurt heart thumps through stark torrent’s spew, pain's veins pump vain despair,
why wishing-well what world would do when one’s no longer there ?
Why worry who will bed or woo, misled wed base affair,
each age sends stage page scene anew, pent rage vents spleen, sad snare.

Once wraith what faith may comfort, who contentment finds ? Aware
are all their nightmare fall supplies no paradise, skies fair.
Dank dark doom leaves grieve hung with dew, shaved, stumpy trees stripped bare,
gibbering ghosts, grey-greenish hue shade shiver in sharp air.

Life’s dream team options, once bright blue, tarnish too soon, to wear
down most, ghost host, who must crust rust, while few pad out lust’s lair
beyond the seemy rhyming schemes of blushing Baudelaire -
whored guilty conscience safely stored, bribes poured for greased palm tare.

Burnt bridge of sighs quite cuts in two split city's spirit spare,
and therefore, by extension, too, links life to - God knows where.
Wan lie acquaintanceships one knew, affection two should share,
while once exciting avenue of life seems impasse where
old vaunted haunts time's rimed review now daunts. For void prepare.

Is life just bitter pill, missed cue, in chaos swilled to bear
hate's weight, tears, fears untimely due where conscience cries beware !
Is life strife rife where favoured few waste privileges rare,
compared to who pimp scrimp limp through misfortunes most unfair ?

Is life rewarding revenue splurge surge merge urge shows heir,
or drudge through sludge where cudgel slew Earth goddess Gaïa's .
Is life return bienvenue or one way ticket scare
descending into maggot stew, hell burned urn's ashen layer ?

Is life some sort of déjà vu, self-referencing stare
through mirror that, whate'er ensue, backs to black disrepair?
Is life sharp knife, fine furs, long queue, stores' gaudy glitter glare -
or superficial residue, fast sacrificed false flair ?

Is life’s brief leaf, grief sheaf shoal reefed, half-hearted whole, farce flare,
or black hole disbelief, soul thief, ploughed under everywhere ?
fixed rictus grin whose rigour grim begins tale’s tail-end tear,
sin’s karmic spin where lose not win cues feud forebear forswear ?

Is life pride ride soon set aside, tried sentenced, treatment square
too rarely met, signed with forget-me, knot loose noose to bear until at last will's pain is cast to wind of change none share,
which willy-nilly blows away race, trace face-value's layer.

Is Life a story book that takes wake's glory down ? Truth blare

becomes when ignorance, dumb drum, would triumph everywhere.

Death steals love's breath as Time's wheels churn, night's nothingness prepare,

stars silence scream, beg, borrow theme for no tomorrow fair

as dusk drains life's dawn husk light wains, the darkness within no clair

de lune or moonlight tune croon swoons, see cemetry pied à terre.

None raindrops know 'neath purple sky, fame pops, life stops right there.

Beware where ego's overblown for bonus billionaire
whose bogus option package acts as sham incentive, where crass top brass brash lop-sided cash expend on solitaire to grace cute hand who wedding band pretends was never there.

Beware star system beaut’s short skirts, beau’s silk shirts, suits mohair,
soon boom turns bust must break both bank and back of proletaire
when pensions' dust proves worthless, earth polluted by oil flare:
as oil slick spreads some feather beds that nest eggs gilt prepare.

Once whole, now sole, soul sees right through coal hole's lacklustre air
where honest labour’s revenue few faithfully declare
as greed grinds need to feed seed funds, tax shelter debonnaire,
scheme pyramid, insider bid, mid hid guilt’s laissez-faire.

Forlorn men boxed, with scarce a clue, worn faces, torn white hair,
from uniformity of view hurt turns, spurned everywhere.
Nor karma new, nor whisper, prayer, imaginary dare,
splash, lonely bubbles - struggles through.

.......... Will anybody care ?




“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#3834 Jan 21, 2013
Princess Hey has my vote today!!

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#3835 Jan 21, 2013
Dont hold on because you think there will be no one else.There will always be someone else.You've got to believe you are worth more than being repeatedly hurt by someone who dont really care..and believe that someone will see what you are really worth and treat you the way you should be treated..

TY C.C.im not trying to impress anyone or send it out to anybody just another thing I found in my little book..wanted to share is all..
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3836 Jan 23, 2013
"THE BROTHER I DID NOT HAVE."

We were not brothers, but we were close.
Death, first son of his mother
And I, we made one.

As an eldest brothers would, he’d constantly advise,
prod, goad me toward my good.

He was brusque, even mocking, but without guile.

Most people found him hard: in fact,
my close friends called him Bone
(secretly) and told me he was too exact,
severe in his perspective, he was cruel.

Perhaps he was, I never noticed.
I followed, hero-worshipped him because
he was calm, wise, deep in the ways
of everything which lived – each leaf, bird, beast
or man.

He taught me how to see.
There was a clarity, each thing was haloed
when Death, my brother Bone
pointed it out to me.

I never was alone.
I loved him, for his cold light that showed
the truth in things.
I miss him now.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3837 Jan 23, 2013
Let your latticed shades relax,
And flow on, you tender trees
Drown out the pavement,
Your outpouring will sniff off the sun’s burner.

But my eyes will light up as lamps,
Their joy is in your soft whispers that
dances in night’s tranquility.

The Tree…
One branch only
Crying, crying, crying,
Its tears becoming a wood.

The leaf, green,
calling me.
The leaf, when I call it,
is yellow.

The green branch
Approaches,
approaches the black face
of the earth,
approaches.

Why?
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3838 Jan 26, 2013
You claim a flag of tolerance
It’s waved with pride and flare
But little you see
Your hypocrisy
A hate that soon will be made bare

A victim of social intolerance
You yell it from all the street squares
A great parody
Of what’s meant to be
Yet love is still not found there

Your war has shown to be odious
The tactics employed don’t seem fair
A mask made for me
To bind what is now free
And silence the hope I now bare

Vengefulness takes hold of ignorance
And blindly proclaim to know where
Life’s road leads to see
True identity
Yet peace has eluded me there

Truth Indeed is self evident
If you would just truly but stare
A sweet harmony
To find and set free
An image of love that’s impaired

Yet Love has its own set of imminence
We’ll all see it when where all there
But I know I’ll be
At last free from decrees
Of societal judgmental glare

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#3839 Jan 26, 2013
We were given two hands to hold, two legs to walk, two eyes to see ,two ears to hear but why only one heart? Because the other was given to somone for us to find...!!!
Level 6

Since: Jan 10

Location hidden

#3840 Jan 27, 2013
Princess Hey wrote:
We were given two hands to hold, two legs to walk, two eyes to see ,two ears to hear but why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone for us to find...!!!
Beautiful.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3842 Jan 27, 2013
Your hands are larger than mine.
With business-like nails and veins
that slide down between the tendons
blue-grey and still as the canals
between venetian streets.
The web between thumb and forefinger
is soft yet could hold a robin’s egg
hammocked there in safety,
without a tremor to disturb it.
Your fingers have strength.
Picking through newly dug potatoes
that you bring to me in triumph.
Holding out your left hand
while dark soil sifts and follows your footsteps
as if the garden would keep you for a longer time.
Left-handed people have different skills you smile,
flexing fingers like a crab.
Then gently touch my face and delicately tweeze
a leaf from my hair.
And in the evenings silence
you slide music into the air.
Playing a guitar that lies the wrong way
and coaxes the last sigh out of the day.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#3843 Jan 27, 2013
The static explosion
of spiralling branches.
The black shape
of the old schoolroom
lit from within with gold
against the enormous evening sky.

A stirring.
That familiar feeling of something
familiar. And a yearning.
But not for those branches
and not for that light
and not, really, for that sky.

Can we trust our own responses?
The marks in the snow
are not hieroglyphs –
there’s no help there,
nor in the blank face of the horse,
its empty eyes.

That day in the Dales,
I struggled to sense a thing
in the cold, clear air –
but driving home
a glimpse of trees on a ridge
and my heart leapt up through my skull
and out through the sunroof
skywards.

ADRIAN DeVINE

The Gap, Australia

#3844 Jan 27, 2013
I could have kissed you
under cherry blossoms,
pale petals drifting down
like the trees wanted to
pretend they could be
snowclouds.

I could have kissed you
in the rain, drenched to
our bones and not even
caring that the skies
opened up above us
and tried to wash us out.

I could have kissed you
in a clearing in the most
secluded woods, with
just the sound of wind
rustling through the leaves
and a few voyeuristic
finches peeping at us.

Instead, I kissed you
in the parking lot of a
Waffle House, just shy
of two a.m. in the middle
of a hectic week, with
our waitress grinning
at us from the other
side of the window,
because, honestly,
how could I not?

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#3845 Jan 27, 2013
ADRIAN DeVINE wrote:
I could have kissed you
under cherry blossoms,
pale petals drifting down
like the trees wanted to
pretend they could be
snowclouds.
I could have kissed you
in the rain, drenched to
our bones and not even
caring that the skies
opened up above us
and tried to wash us out.
I could have kissed you
in a clearing in the most
secluded woods, with
just the sound of wind
rustling through the leaves
and a few voyeuristic
finches peeping at us.
Instead, I kissed you
in the parking lot of a
Waffle House, just shy
of two a.m. in the middle
of a hectic week, with
our waitress grinning
at us from the other
side of the window,
because, honestly,
how could I not?
Still plagiarizing there a drain?...
Reported...

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#3846 Jan 27, 2013
Adrian. WERE you NOT banned??.... You rascal.
Shhhhhhh....
ADRIAN DeVINE

The Gap, Australia

#3848 Jan 27, 2013
Colorado Chick wrote:
Adrian. WERE you NOT banned??.... You rascal.
Shhhhhhh....
I have been building in the dark
Crafting a monument of stone and clay perfection
Tight and square and empty
Dedicated to no one

Building the monument on my own face
Proving to society who I am who I can be
The clay has become familiar
A dull second skin
But it's still not me in the mirror

Beads of sweat gather beneath my mask
The clay is so heavy, weighed down by reality
Truth beats my heart faster
Beating up a heat
A heat that threatens to melt this once sculpted facade

This life is a story
Of blind craft and misplaced will
Of foes and friends with x-ray vision
I am no longer the sculptor

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#3849 Jan 27, 2013
ADRIAN DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
I have been building in the dark
Crafting a monument of stone and clay perfection
Tight and square and empty
Dedicated to no one
Building the monument on my own face
Proving to society who I am who I can be
The clay has become familiar
A dull second skin
But it's still not me in the mirror
Beads of sweat gather beneath my mask
The clay is so heavy, weighed down by reality
Truth beats my heart faster
Beating up a heat
A heat that threatens to melt this once sculpted facade
This life is a story
Of blind craft and misplaced will
Of foes and friends with x-ray vision
I am no longer the sculptor
You are the thief of others poetry...
Reported...a drain...

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