JUST SEX and POETRY
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4662 Dec 5, 2012
She stood as on time's riverbank, her face
As silent and unreadable as stone.
She knew that when we left this time and place
Each one would go her separate way, alone.
A parting of the ways we knew would come
Had finally arrived, and things long past
Remembered, as if all had just been done--
The stones and nets we'd thrown had just been cast.
A word, and she was gone. No long goodbyes,
No looking back in vain for things long gone;
She didn't need to leave with fruitless sighs
To let us know she needed to move on.
We knew there were no words we had to say--
Inside my heart, I carry her that way.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4663 Dec 5, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
Life is not always perfect.We will not always get what we want,and though it hurts alot,what should've happened ,happened.Who should've left.
Left and whatever's thrown you off course will always bring you to where it is you need to be.!!!
dont have anyone I'm hurting over "AD" im just sharing my poems from my book I have had for a while..No guy in my life but TY for your concern..its okay Im a big girl..also karma is a bitch too..:O)..
You remember the time you first saw me,
Though your eyes had gone past long before then
As had mine, and they passed you right over
On the day that you knew I was there.
It took time, and it shocked me in coming
To discover I watched you with longing,
But I had to act carefree and happy
For I feared you would see that I cared.

You were there all the time in the shadows
Barely out of the reach of my fingers,
But when grief and unhappiness shook me,
I was quick to find respite in you.
There was suddenly joy--unexpected,
But as welcome as light from the heavens
In my life, and I held to you tightly--
You and pain were all realness I knew.

You picked up my heart from its prison,
You showed me a way of surviving.
I loved you with all of my being,
But I loved and I lived still with pain,
For the love that before had sustained me
Now was making me restless, and fearful
That you wouldn't forgive or believe me
If I said you shared none of the blame.

You will wait in the silence to hear me;
You will listen, but you will hear nothing--
I cannot say the words that will hurt you;
I cannot burn the bridge, walk away.
Now, as it grows late, I grow tired;
I will sleep, and keep thinking tomorrow,
And I pray that my silence will tell you
Everything I can't make myself say.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4664 Dec 6, 2012
I will always
love her.

she is not the woman
poring over apples
in the grocery store;
holding the high collar
of a peacoat against her throat
while waiting for the deathslow
leak of a gas pump;
working at the local coffee shop
with a towel tucked in her belt.

she is not
the girlfriend,
the professor,
the printmaker,
the critic,
the painter,
the painter's
girlfriend,
or
the ex.

but.

I will always
remember

the morning
we lay together
buzzing for hours
on survival of
the night before.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4665 Dec 6, 2012
"I like you, Devine," she said,
through gritted teeth and a bloody smile-
hidden behind the lense of her camera,
she captures his life in black
and white photographs, all beautiful,
all still hanging on a clothes line
to dry. she cries mascara stains on
her prose, all about me, all poetically
tragic in the worst kind of way.

"It's been years now," she says,
over the phone to a face she
barely remembers. she doesn't
develop her own pictures anymore,
and she hasn't worn mascara
since I left. "I miss you, Devine,"
and he breathes an inaudible reply.....

broken promises mean nothing to her.
broken hearts mean less.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4666 Dec 6, 2012
"THE TEAR."

She was strong
And she was pretty -
Gutsy -
With a full voice,
A bonnet of dark curly hair
And rosey cheeks
That glowed at the prospect of
Tomorrows full of laughter and hope.
Her bright brown eyes
Sparkled like new stars -
Twinkling songs of joy
In a glorious night sky.

She was a young child
Housing a wise, old soul
That possessed knowledge
No child should.
In her innocence
She was keenly unaware.
Blind to perversity;
Deaf to the cruel words
That often landed close enough to destroy.

Watching her walk through the danger,
Some thought her disabled,
And, in their kindness,
Wished her to heal.

As she grew,
The blindness was lifted
And her ears began to hear.

She mistook it for a blessing
Because soon enough
What she saw made her wretch
What she heard pierced her heart
Until it threatened to stop giving her life altogether.

She was eight when the innocence left her.
That day, the wise old soul died.
Her voice became silent.
She grew weak from hunger,
Her eyes dull
But for the one shining tear
That would not fall.

All the days of that child,
The one tear
Glistened and shined
But it would not fall.

As she became a woman
With children of her own,
The tears of of a mother
with hungry children of her own
Fell freely
While the one tear of the broken child she was
Remained.
Time and again
She struggled to offer what had already been stolen,
To feed her hungry children.
But where there should have been bread
There was only a stone.

One day,
When the children were crying
And the dishes lay undone,
She heard the voice of the wise old soul
Calling softly through the veil
Of an ancient past...

"Let go of the one tear,
For it possesses the pain
of all broken promises
And every betrayal
Within its tiny parameters
Lives a flood of sorrow
Where today,
You journey to swim
Perhaps to drown.
Let go, child...
Let go, young woman...
For peace cannot surround you
Until the storm that rages
In this simple tear
Rages no more."

With a long, whispering sigh
That stretched across time
The woman stepped out of the flood
And stood,
Finally,
On the water's edge.
At once the storm quieted,
The water receeded.

As she turned to walk away,
She realized that, at last,
Her fists were unclenched.
With a trembling finger
She wiped away the one tear
And felt the release
As it slid past rosey cheeks
And smiling lips.

Today, the wise old soul
Can be heard laughing
When the woman holds her babies.
Once again, her eyes sparkle -
Twinkling songs of joy
That shine in the glory of the rising sun.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4667 Dec 6, 2012
So there’s a demon in your soul and it wears my face.



Welcome to hell, you’d like to think so. You don’t even remember what I looked like then, let alone what I look like now.



You remember what I had to say, but not my voice.



You remember how I made you feel, but not my touch.



You remember choking on me, but not the taste I put down your mouth.



I’m just a convenient metaphor. A symbol for something that maybe gives you a little meaning. A tool. Implement (me).



You lick your lips. You’re so hungry, your starving. Slide it over your tongue and down, deeper, choking-deep into your mouth. You can’t stand the thought of not gagging on the memory of me. Your knees grind into the carpet and your chest rubs raw against my legs.

You can'’t breathe unless your gasping to breathe around me. Your knees rub raw. Gag. Gag and choke. Saliva and sweat. Distend your jaw in desperation, for just a little, just a little more.

Force yourself forward so your mouth and nostrils are filled with just a little more. You fill up, give off heat. Give off heat like you never thought possible.



You’ve never had so much to give in your whole life. You’ve never taken so much, never been so full, so empty, your whole life. You’ve never needed the bathroom so much.



Could you? Would you? Right here? Right now? You’ve never been so full. Your whole life.



So much. Your whole life. Give or take, give and take. Swallow. Deeper. You hear me tell you its ok. Baby. It’s ok baby. Deeper.



You look up at me. Feel the warmth of tears on your cheeks. Hear me tell you its ok.



Deeper. Your whole life.



Your whole life. Your whole, whole life.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4668 Dec 6, 2012
Like their predecessors,
The opulent clouds
Exploded in an extasy of movement
And the crystaline forms
Etched their shape into my inner being.

What
The
Fuck
Does
That
Mean?

An original stanza:
Yet its twins
Are featured:
And featured
Daily.
A never-ending example
Of the empty words
Filling up the home page.

Beautiful words yes,
But filled with inner-meaning?
No,
Usually not.

Please show me something
That means anything
To someone,
And stop assailing my senses
With the bimbo words.

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4669 Dec 6, 2012
JUST SEX and POETRY:

I take the SEX you can have the POETRY ;)
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4670 Dec 6, 2012
juggheaD wrote:
JUST SEX and POETRY:
I take the SEX you can have the POETRY ;)
When I am listless, I type lists
of all those things I love to hate
or people that, as mood insists,
I feel the need to denigrate,
like hoards of misers, clenching fists
and hand-on-heart philanthropists
hot clerics, iced evangelists
those good for nothing atheists
the pious praying, turning cheeks
while old-school sadists tie their wrists
the doomed, with paddles up their creeks
the humble and the hedonists
genomic geeks, phenetic freaks
the flatline graft of fatalists.

Misogynists? Well, that's just sick;
the bloated body politic
pot-bellyache economists
and parasite recidivists
the military, anarchists
ant-eeks that rhyme, not reason, seeks
a plague of ists that off me pissed
agendas hidden in critiques
that hangdog bitch compiling lists.

No, wait, there's so much more to come...

the final throes of tedium;

Much later, squirming in my pit
I ask myself: who wrote this shit?
and screw the fucker up, I swear
explicit lists are not my style
I guess she lost it for a while,
we know the score [I wasn't there].

Still, a badass title sets me free
to post;

et voila -- Just sex and poetry.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4671 Dec 6, 2012
first a flutter - internal butterfly,
then a slow tightening

sigh

of the abdomen, a gradual
corkscrewing of pain

gasp

that wraps itself around
and through, and then

wail

a mighty release, a river,
a flood, and you are

sob

unborn, unbound, undone

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4672 Dec 6, 2012
Knight DeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
When I am listless, I type lists
of all those things I love to hate
or people that, as mood insists,
I feel the need to denigrate,
like hoards of misers, clenching fists
and hand-on-heart philanthropists
hot clerics, iced evangelists
those good for nothing atheists
the pious praying, turning cheeks
while old-school sadists tie their wrists
the doomed, with paddles up their creeks
the humble and the hedonists
genomic geeks, phenetic freaks
the flatline graft of fatalists.
Misogynists? Well, that's just sick;
the bloated body politic
pot-bellyache economists
and parasite recidivists
the military, anarchists
ant-eeks that rhyme, not reason, seeks
a plague of ists that off me pissed
agendas hidden in critiques
that hangdog bitch compiling lists.
No, wait, there's so much more to come...
the final throes of tedium;
Much later, squirming in my pit
I ask myself: who wrote this shit?
and screw the fucker up, I swear
explicit lists are not my style
I guess she lost it for a while,
we know the score [I wasn't there].
Still, a badass title sets me free
to post;
et voila -- Just sex and poetry.
Geez, you don't have any sense of humor. Alright I'll try this,

a wonderland of frustration
there’s no one to help
then there’s so much cool shit
you have to insulate your pipes

just like you have to take your meds
medications have to be adjusted
chemicals help to handle heavenly touch

you have to walk on knives
or shut down in slow suicide
it’s so hard sometimes that heavy lies die
die means the in German
whether you’ll enjoy it is undetermined

by MEKE

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4673 Dec 6, 2012
Have a good day
Bad days are bound to come
Stay focused on good thoughts

Doubts are bound to come
How is it you just walk into negativity?

So frustrated by the thought
Is frustration a good thing?
Is it meant to motivate you to change things?

Better than your circumstances

by Wolfman

(shows some respect to the author)

“Geez..”

Level 3

Since: Oct 12

Greensburg, IN

#4674 Dec 6, 2012
what makes me do this?

I wont tell you
what "this" is ....

imagine ....
let your mind wander ....
thats your perrogative .....

but lets face it,

any notion
that one human `s exterior transmissions,

but interest Is not something
I actively seek

by Drivelicious

(and yes I do read the poem but I don't do plagiarism) Peace and Out!

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#4675 Dec 6, 2012
No im not a bitch,I've just been thru a few things,seen a few things,been there done that.Yes i guess I'm cold now,but only because I once gave a D-- about someone who didnt give a D-- about me.I've built a wall around myself to protect my heart from more hurt and damage.I wont believe you if you tell me you're different unless you stick around and prove it.Words no longer mean a thing now your actions are another thing!!!!

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#4676 Dec 6, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
No im not a bitch,I've just been thru a few things,seen a few things,been there done that.Yes i guess I'm cold now,but only because I once gave a D-- about someone who didnt give a D-- about me.I've built a wall around myself to protect my heart from more hurt and damage.I wont believe you if you tell me you're different unless you stick around and prove it.Words no longer mean a thing now your actions are another thing!!!!
. I FREAKIN' hear ya Chick...ACTION figures... have soooo much more FUN!!! how are ya Chick??

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#4677 Dec 6, 2012
hey Girl Im good.Just sharing some lines..LOL..

Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless!!!!
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4678 Dec 6, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless!!!!
Why Is It That I Care So Much
When You've Been Blind From The Start,

So Amazing Yet So Abused
You Let The Past Tear Us Apart,

You Think Were All Alike And Were All Dogs
So Im Trying Hard To Maintain,

Exposed You To Nothing But Real
Though You Think I'm On Games,

Trying Hard To Win Your Heart
But These Days Got Me Stressed,

You Say "Fuck Life" And Put Yourself Down
But In Reality Your Blessed,

If Only You Could See The You, That I See,

You'll Understand Why I Always Tell You
Your Amazing And Sweet,

Your Truly An Angel Sent From Heaven
I Just Wish You Could Tell,

Deserving Nothin But The Best
Yet, You've Been Living In Hell,

Lay Back And Forget The Past
And Let Better Days Clear Your Mind,

Cause With Me I Can Promise
That Heaven Ain't Hard To Find.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4679 Dec 6, 2012
She said:

"I never thought someone would make me feel fire down below again......

The heat from your stare is making me saturated.
Its hard to breathe I attempt to leave
But something has me stuck

Such a well oiled machine of pure lean you are
so much confidence in your walk
The smooth way in which you talk makes me pay attention,

Listen
To the harmonious sounds that linger in the air I can almost touch them

Your words

Whew is it hot or am I just on overload looking at you as you stroll towards me
I can see the bedroom greens sparkling as if they already know they will gaze upon my body.

We are cordially introduced and as I raise my hand to meet yours I tremor wow that never happened before I try to control the urge to hug you and take in your scent.

You sensing my need to be close do just that, approach me like we are old friends

Wow our breathing is ever so slightly quickened and we give each other that knowing look as we part and participate in our surroundings stealing glances from time to time....

Leaving me wondering is this really me can he be mine?

In time perhaps

So sure you’re going to make my panties hit the floor you come over and just ask one simple question that starts this saga, ready to leave

Please I regained my strength and politely tell you I am not ready yet.

I took your number promised I would call and watched you as you walked down the hall,

Wondering if you are as good as you think Perhaps but you turn back and I say in my mind oh shit what now

You show me those pearly whites and invite me to dinner tomorrow night....

I graciously accept who knows what will happen next

Stay tuned baby………But for now I am too wet to move."

Laura Beth

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#4680 Dec 6, 2012
Your one sick puppy Adrian .
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#4681 Dec 6, 2012
We must have loved for the wrong reasons.
Fucked every season, but I like it.

Didn't mind that you savegely took a bite of my heart, chewed it up many times, only to spit it right back out.

Now it looks disfunctional; I'm feeling a bit delusional.

Maybe my sweet kisses didn't matter, maybe we're just both killing each other......

But we don't care, we're at that point where we need to feel that pain to feel sane. Both driving in the same lane, crashed way too many times to count, I cry and cry myself to sleep out loud trying to figure out what this love sick obsession is about...

So many times I tried to leave, so many times she tried to stay away. Our hearts are like magnets, the force is too strong to ignore.

The power of this feeling kicks pride right out the door. Interupts everyday living, as if we're allergic to healing.

This love sickness obsession won't give us a break, takes our thoughts on a journy in which we can't escape... down memory lane, your heart asks mine "Do you remember me? Your first love. But now we're enemies?"

So blinded by the movement of confusion; yet the fireworks that sets our bodies off has us indulging large gulps of lust. Craving more and more like a wild animal hunting on prey.

I pray to God that I should no longer feel this way... But she knows in order for me to overcome; I must go through.....

In order for me to survive I must fight for my life.

But this fear I have living inside is eating me alive; and the same thing I want to stop feeling is the same thing that wakes me up each morning.

The same feeling that has me smiling through out the day, the same feeling that makes me feel like I'm worth something and I belong to someone.....

Maybe I'm in love for the wrong reasons, maybe I'm not. Whatever this is, it's beyond anything average.

I'm quite content living in Hell;

I sometimes get a taste of Heaven... When I'm with her.

Dear first Love, I'm not quite over you.

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