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Noah Vail

CatMomDu

stacked and proud

Sweetie-Pie

Marissa2

Hippichick

Purple Gurl

Adrian DeVine

Any Troll I Can Copy

Write In

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5263 Apr 14, 2015
waiting
seeking
taking all reasonable steps.

found
by
the
conundrum
muse

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5264 Apr 14, 2015
After that long loss they stumble home
with an empty locket and box of ashes,
stand crying on each other in the kitchen,
spill half the box into her hands
and out across the unwashed counter
trying to fill the one with the other.

The heart’s no locket–that’s the other,
the brain, which holds memory like a home
holds light. The heart’s instead a counter,
soft slab of worn wood, oak or ash,
where each cut keeps living, known to hands
that know grain from not, that clean the kitchen

unstacking what gathers in the kitchen
and waits. It holds everything other
than itself: the shucked vegetables hands
have torn and not touched again, unhomed
cups still empty, that overflow of ashes
muddied in the water beading the counter.

All the heart knows how to do is count,
putting one and one together while the kitchen
waits to be cleaned, taking a fleck of ash
at a time. It doesn’t have shortcuts, any other
tricks for the unused plates at home
beside the sink but to pass them singly, handed

back into the open cabinet. And hands
know better than the brain how to count
them down to nothing, how a home
is that sum of adding and subtracting, kitchen
empty then full in its own time like another’s
breath. They know how to gather the ashes

already spilled and try them again, ash
settling into the locket grain by grain, hands
better than the heart for this. And something other
settles into the silence in the walls, starts counting
to itself, a small voice going out from the kitchen
into great holes between stars, and at home

another darkness in the grain of the counter:
ashes caught in the small cuts of the hands’
kitchen like shadows carving the corners of home.

***

~Daniel Priest

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Almost Half Way There...

#5265 Apr 14, 2015
Hope you don't go HML..but sometimes we cant help what happens...just know I for one will miss you...you are the best thing that came from me coming to offbeat/weird..I am so glad you are in my life now..I love you sissy..always will...God bless you and my buddy..see you in person real soon..girls day out (hugs).keep playing and having fun on the threads..

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5267 Apr 17, 2015
lustful nights sinfull days

love is passion that never fades

joyus from the heart

sensuality and sin

love is forgiving pleasure

from feelings deep within

joy of the moment

in the orgasmic lair

the vulcan eruption

that sleep s in there

power of emotion

the tenderness too

the fiery moment

you came too

the tide of emotion

that swept through you

with sensaulality and passion too

“"*" Always Thinking "*"”

Level 8

Since: Nov 12

Hoosierville

#5268 Apr 17, 2015
If Princess Hey likes you, you can't be all bad. LOL

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5269 Apr 19, 2015
Hoosier Hillbilly wrote:
If Princess Hey likes you, you can't be all bad. LOL
I hate the way an "Unfriend" can bring you to tears....
The non "Like" of a photo is equal to death.....
The way a "Tweet" is not meant for birds...
How taking pictures of yourself is now a thing....
The words typed by phone...
Is now a way to make you feel alone...
Now I'm not even old I grew up with this...
But for a world now at our fingers....
I think we forgot how to use our feet...
To walk to our loves...
To simply say words....
I am not a hypocrite I know it's what I do....
The world has changed to make things easy and simple....
But a thing like love hasn't changed for a while....
Everyone is always on line saying "Anonymous" things....
"Liking" memories they never took part in.....
"Poking" at someone to get an Emoticon response...
I guess a technological advance.....
Means a human feeling recession...
I guess if love was a valued currency...
We would all be broke somewhere...
Between Happiness and Forever.....
andet1987

Chicago, IL

#5272 May 11, 2015
to make comments and defend my comments.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 1

Since: Mar 13

...lightly salted...

#5273 May 11, 2015
andet1987 wrote:
to make comments and defend my comments.
...like a kkk flyer left on someones windshield...
andet1987

Chicago, IL

#5274 May 11, 2015
Enzo49 wrote:
<quoted text>
...like a kkk flyer left on someones windshield...
wrong. i am never a KKK member. i am not qualified. only whites qualify there. even if i was white, i won't participate there.

have you noticed ? i respond to Black posters with respect. i play games with them. i am not a racist. the only time i make comments is: if the poster is making ridiculous claims. ok ?
andet1987

Chicago, IL

#5275 May 11, 2015
Enzo49 wrote:
<quoted text>
...like a kkk flyer left on someones windshield...

another thing, i like Whitney Houston and feel sad about her daughter. i am never a racist. ok ?
Glory Be

United States

#5276 May 11, 2015
andet1987 wrote:
<quoted text>
another thing, i like Whitney Houston and feel sad about her daughter. i am never a racist. ok ?
This comment is dumb. Defend THAT.

“Vintage 1949”

Level 1

Since: Mar 13

...lightly salted...

#5277 May 11, 2015
andet1987 wrote:
<quoted text>
wrong. i am never a KKK member. i am not qualified. only whites qualify there. even if i was white, i won't participate there.
have you noticed ? i respond to Black posters with respect. i play games with them. i am not a racist. the only time i make comments is: if the poster is making ridiculous claims. ok ?
You sure blew that respect all to hell after thinking you insulted me by saying I'm black! LMAO!!!
Bye!
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/weird/TURHM5Q...

“Vintage 1949”

Level 1

Since: Mar 13

...lightly salted...

#5278 May 11, 2015
Glory Be wrote:
<quoted text>
This comment is dumb. Defend THAT.
Holy shit!!! I actually agree with you on this!
...scuse me while I chew on the barrel of this 1911...

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5284 Jun 28, 2015
Hot,
Humid,
Awake,
Sweating,
My body unshackled
from the smothering confines of nightly fabric,
I lie exposed and unveiled
to the peeping eyes of the erotic night,
The throne of my forested desire
throbs with a pulsating fire,
My body yearns,
It turns here
and there
twisting the silky bed sheets,
I reach for the pillow
and
press the soft coldness
to my feverish face,
My love for
you Kate
will never ever ebb,
I want you here
to calm my stormy sensuality,
I am no longer the captain of my libido laden ship,
The wanton crew of my stirring soul is tossed
upon lusty seas,
My sails seep with love's liquid lechery
and my fleshy mast is gorged and passionately perspires,
It stiffly smoulders and itches and rises upright
and the tip drips with aromatic moonlight,
Let me rapidly stroke
and come with all pistons pumping into your curvaceous Chinese port,
Oh, my husky darling, throw wide open your harbour's shapely thighs,
Let me plunge my craving anchor deeply,
Oh! so wet and sweetly,
Let the sultry fireworks of our carnality unify and our universes combine,
Bliss! Oh, how I do so much dream of you,
Yet...
My tongue is parched,
My lusty lips are dry,
My throat hungrily burns,
Oh! caress me, lick me, kiss me to life,
Offer to me the hypnotic narcotic of your honey
and let me suck upon your delicate dates
moistened with the milky nectar of paradise,
The air of your smooth touch alone
would cool my licentious temperature,
In the dawn I would surely rise
to face the new day
with a wicked smile making merry upon my chaste face..........

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5285 Jun 29, 2015
She says she loves me
But the meaning is artificial
Like a prosthetic leg
To help her walk again
She clears her throat ready to talk again
But the I love you doesn't reach me
I'm to busy shooting harpoons at the moon
Trying to reel it in
With the recycled words she gave me
Fishing for her love
Only to have the bait stolen
By the hate I harbor within
It trickles to the surface
Leaving behind evaporated acid in the air
I wear her I love you
But it cracks easily like cheap leather
Turns brittle in the cold weather
Flacks off and disintegrates before touching the ground
But I still love it when she says I love you

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5286 Jun 29, 2015
A crossbreed will evolve its truth:
Such facets crafted my design.
I re-exchange, manipulate
Until the age, true fashion finds.

Postmodern wars are pedigrees,
I transpose notes to aptly fit
A sequence feigned mathematically—
Given new meanings I have writ.

It’s not an art, which fates betide,
It has suppressed no cataclysm.
The scheme to cancel and destroy—
We’ll never be obliterated.

The architect contrives such things,
The artist coins it impromptu;
But hybrids can construct those things,
New definitions—institute.
Dr Knowitall

Goshen, IN

#5287 Jun 29, 2015

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5288 Jun 29, 2015
I didn’t fall in love. I fell through it:

Came out the other side moments later, hands full of matter, waking up from the dream of a bullet tearing through the middle of my body.

I no longer understand anything for longer than a long moment, or the time it takes to receive the shot.

This kind of gravity is like falling through a cloud, forgetting it all, and then being told about it later. On the day you fell through a cloud ...

It must be true. If it were not, then when did these strands of silver netting attach to my hair?

The problem was finding that you were real and not just a dream of clouds.

If you weren’t real, I would address this letter to one of two entities: myself, or everyone else. The effect would be equivalent.

The act of falling happens in time. That is, it takes long enough for the falling to shear away from the moments before and the moments after, long enough for one to have thought I am falling. I have been falling. I continue to fall.

Falling through a ring, in this case, would not mean falling through the center of the annulus—a planet floats there. Falling through the ring means falling through the spaces between the objects that together make the ring.

On the way through, clasp your fists around the universe:

Nothing but ice-gravel.

But open your hands when you reach the other side. Quickly, before it melts.

What did I leave you?

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5289 Jun 29, 2015
Who says it's so easy to save a life?

In the middle of an interview for the job you might get, you see the cat from the window of the seven-teenth floor just as he's crossing the street against traffic, just as you're answering a question about your worst character flaw and lying that you are too careful.

What if you keep seeing the cat at every moment you are unable to save him?

Failure is more like this than like duels and marathons.

Everything can be saved, and bad timing pre-vents it.

Every minute, you are answering the question and looking out the window of the church to see your one great love blinded by the glare, crossing the street, alone.

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5291 Jul 2, 2015
Backslide, the tongue, tracing the stitches on the
Toltec pyramid I've erected to you.

I've begged permission,
let me walk into it's depths,
desecrate it,
splatter this semen
across the inner walls in hieroglyphics
that spell out the simple joy of our shared muscular spasms.

The hair on your
arms,
back of neck,
belly,
is standing erect.

I can feel it.

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