You will be ok k8..:) its all good here. not as much hating going on.<quoted text>Yea.. I float around. I am not sure what I am doing. lol
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“another beer ? sure why not”
Since: Aug 12
#4137 Apr 25, 2013
#4138 Apr 25, 2013
Drowning in sunshine,
we are floating towards
oblivion, we don’t even care
what state we’re in, coz
we’re here amongst the clouds.
And gently, oh so gently ‘long the
surface of some heaven when
you notice we’re alone again,
they’re all down there and they
don’t care, just waiting, watching,
wishing they were us.....
“Just an everyday girl”
Since: Dec 09
#4139 Apr 25, 2013
Hey there. Be nice too me OK?
#4140 Apr 25, 2013
Mark the ink that you want to write
Feelings,intention to your soul body and mind
Its the thing that we want to express
Write everything that we want
Spread the words
Ignore the dirts
Just focus on what you want
Living and floating
Like we're on top of the orange pluffy clouds
Moon were covered by the sun when its daytime
The sun that enlightens us to wake up every morning
We are the living soul
Scattered all over the World
Mind make us stress and depress to think of everything
Why don't we put them aside?
And enjoy for a little while
You don't need to force yourself
Just like everyone
Writing Is what we want
Cause every poet has their message to convey.
#4141 Apr 25, 2013
I am addicted.
The atoms of the universe drift apart and violins cease to sound,
the everything we believe we know floating away.
My breath catches in my throat,
choking me as if it was your own hands,
it doesn't burn.
All my color, my shapes,
drifting to nothing
and dissipating into my skin.
Starvation gnaws at me,
But I can't eat,
But I'm only starting,
preparing to exist as ink stains my hands.
I love you.....much more than he ever did.
#4142 Apr 25, 2013
Queen of Emotions,
Brings out passions
For what you never
Seduces the quill
To scrawl about her...
With a fiery crown
Of Blue Diamonds,
On her fingertips...
From her lips...
With a proud crown,
Bringing everyone together
With a swish of her gown...
Turns the Sweet Brier
Into Roses of Love,
Skill to tame...
The wild succumbs,
The cruelly powerful
Kneels down before
Healed the wounds
Of a heart
Fractured by Infatuations,
The Queen of Emotions...
#4143 Apr 26, 2013
We are not one with this world. We are not
the complexity our body is, nor the summer air
idling in the big maple without purpose.
We are a shape the wind makes in these leaves
as it passes through. We are not the wood
any more than the fire, but the heat which is a marriage
between the two. We are certainly not the lake
nor the fish in it, but the something that is
pleased by them. We are the stillness when
a mighty Mediterranean noon subtracts even the voices
of insects by the broken farmhouse. We are evident
when the orchestra plays, and yet are not part
of the strings or brass. Like the song that exists
only in the singing, and is not the singer.
God does not live among the church bells,
but is briefly resident there. We are occasional
like that. A lifetime of easy happiness mixed
with pain and loss, trying always to name and hold
on to the enterprise under way in our chest.
Reality is not what we marry as a feeling. It is what
walks up the dirt path, through the excessive heat
and giant sky, the sea stretching away.
He continues past the nunnery to the old villa
where he will sit on the terrace with her, their sides
touching. In the quiet that is the music of that place,
which is the difference between silence and windlessness
#4144 Apr 26, 2013
We cannot push ourselves away
from this quiet, even in our sprees
of inattention, the departing passengers
stubbing out their smokes, arrivees in tears,
lots of cellophane, the rumpus over parking.
Wind scrapes leaves across the road,
first flashes of snow, it is dark then
it’s really dark. Forgive me for not
writing for so long, I’ve been
right beside you, one of the vaguer
divinities blocking your way with its need
to confess all its botched attempts at love,
what started the whole mess. I love this place,
its absurd use of balustrade, the chairs
that dig into the spine, motorcyclists
propping their drunk girlfriends in the sun,
men playing timed chess with themselves,
the guarantees and warnings that entice us
to the brink of what they warn about.
But we can do no more than pass through
these rooms and their sudden chills
where once a plea was entered almost
unintentionally that seemed at last
to reveal ourselves to ourselves,
immaculate, bereft, deserving to be found.
#4145 Apr 27, 2013
In the middle of
the darkness of
the drunken stupor of
two a.m. then
The voice of
the cypher of
mumbles to a yelp of
calling out names of
blame and fame
mames that shame....
names that maim a dude
names that click-a-chick
mumbling them to a mass of
She is mostly romantic and
flattering by nature
and suicidual in reality.
After a night of
two many rounds,
and the same
ups and downs....
as the mumbles get drowned
in the mire of
after all your fucking talking...
nothing has been said !
#4146 Apr 27, 2013
It is her weak spot
things they take for granted
ignore or don't see
she loves so hard
she falls in love
failing to notice
their blinding brilliance
they are obivious
she is cosmic light
orbiting freely in space
and wishing to collide
but when stars collide
#4147 Apr 27, 2013
I Come To Topix Especially To Read Posts By Juicylu.
Since: Jan 13
#4148 Apr 27, 2013
I come to read your posts.
#4149 Apr 27, 2013
You http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/8840/aggro... GO AWAY.
Since: Jan 13
#4150 Apr 27, 2013
Don't be like that.
#4151 Apr 27, 2013
Why http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/8840/aggro... ?
Since: Jan 13
#4152 Apr 27, 2013
#4153 Apr 27, 2013
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I found another picture of you
Hey PsychoDUMBO have we not told you over and over again to quit doctoring pics from your personal album and posting on Topix?
Since: Feb 13
Step Into My Realm
#4154 Apr 28, 2013
Love Lies Bleeding....
#4155 Apr 29, 2013
The pear I keep painting is green.
Sometimes it casts a long shadow
like a woman in a hall.
Sometimes it sits inside its shade
like a dancer turning.
The darkest line where object meets surface –
the way the stem indents into a dip of fruit –
a white highlight at the highest value
and blue-black at the deepest.
I’ve lost pigment all over my body.
My face is a canvas of lights and darks.
Night where the pigment stayed and day where it fled
around my eyes, my nose, my lips,
and places of high use and injury –
elbows, knuckles, or places where it hurts....
and a heart lies bleeding
#4156 Apr 29, 2013
In every dream reason takes leave of absence.
Super-ego falls to the ground.
I slip into a back room, change
into something more fitting,
a red cape, or gossamer wings,
and fly from the cocoon of my life
to a transcendent place, that
like a tantalizing translucent bubble,
orbits my book of days
daring me to break free........
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