The Gap, Australia

#5283 Dec 30, 2012
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

— Pablo Neruda

(submitted by DeVine.)

The Gap, Australia

#5284 Dec 30, 2012
Lying here quietly beside you,
My check against your firm, quiet thighs,
The calm music of Boccherini
Wahing over us in the quiet,
As the sun leaves the housetops and goes
Out over the South Pacific, quiet—-

So quiet the sun moves beyond us,
So quiet as the sun always goes,
So quiet, our bodies, worn with the
Times and the penances of love, our
Brains curled, quiet in their shells, dormant,
Our hearts slow, quiet, reliable

In their interlocked rhythms, the pulse......

In your thigh caressing my cheek.


“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5285 Dec 30, 2012
noone knows what they have untill its gone..then they wished for things different but too late then its over and she has gone forward alone....

The Gap, Australia

#5286 Dec 30, 2012
You are not beautiful, exactly.

You are beautiful, inexactly.

You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.

So close, in the personal quiet
Of a windy night, it brushes the wall
And sweeps away the day till we sleep.

A child said it, and it seemed true:
“Things that are lost are all equal.”

But it isn’t true. If I lost you,
The air wouldn’t move, nor the tree grow.

Someone would pull the weed, my flower.

The quiet wouldn’t be yours. If I lost you,
I’d have to ask the grass to let me sleep.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5287 Dec 30, 2012
not the one that got away only the one you fail to keep..:O)..

The Gap, Australia

#5288 Dec 30, 2012
Blizzards of paper
in slow motion
sift through her.
In nightmares she suddenly recalls
a class she signed up for
but forgot to attend.
Now it is too late.
Now it is time for finals:
losers will be shot.
Phrases of men who lectured her
drift and rustle in piles:
Why don’t you speak up?
Why are you shouting?
You have the wrong answer,
wrong line, wrong face.
They tell her she is womb-man,
babymachine, mirror image, toy,
earth mother and penis-poor,
a dish of synthetic strawberry icecream
She grunts to a halt.
She must learn again to speak
starting with I
starting with We
starting as the infant does
with her own true hunger
and pleasure
and rage.

The Gap, Australia

#5289 Dec 31, 2012
You live like this,
sheltered, in a delicate world,
and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book… or you take a trip…
and you discover that you are not living,
that you are hibernating.

The symptoms of hibernating are easily
detectable: first, restlessness.
The second symptom (when hibernating
becomes dangerous and might degenerate
into death): absence of pleasure.

That is all.
It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this (or die like this)
without knowing it.
They work in offices.
They drive a car.
They picnic with their families.
They raise children.

And then some shock treatment takes place,
a person, a book, a song, and it awakens
them and saves them from death.
Some never awaken.

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#5290 Dec 31, 2012
There once was a vampyress named Mabel
Whose menstrual cycle was stable
But one week in four
She'd sit on the floor
And drink herself under the table

The Gap, Australia

#5291 Dec 31, 2012
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Standing here before you in all my nakedness my lover
Without shame or blush
I offer up my swollen breasts and the heat of my womanhood
Treat me not the missionary
Scoop me up in your arms and throw me to the bed
Give to me your animalistic energy and I will give you mine
May your teeth break my soft delicate skin while my nails mark your body
Bury your face in my Tulip
As I Moan in my raspy voice do not stop
Until I feel the throbbing
There between my legs
The waves coming over me
Until I have released my sweet passion
Straddle yourself over me my love
So that I may kiss you passionately and with wild abandonment
Run my hands across your chest and then your abdomen
Searching madly for your manhood
I find it
In your playful aggression
Throw me a top you
So I may see your face
Looking into your eyes as you penetrate my womanhood
Still wet and silken
Your fingers closed around my wrists
We begin our rhythmic dance
Giving rise to the urges of our primal needs
Dare I say scopare me now
As my lips explore yours
Biting softly then just a bit harder
Movements in unison
Breathe hot and wet
My womanhood screaming
For more
More I say
Screaming all the while scopare me now
I Say
Then I am utterly breathless
Your manhood throbbing
Your seed bursting forth
As I soak you in my sweet passion
When I uncovered your body
I thought shadows fell deceptively,
urging memories of perfect rhyme.
I thought I could bestow beauty
like a benediction
and that your half-pale flesh
would answer to the prayer.

I thought I understood your face
because I had seen it painted twice
or a hundred times, or kissed it
when it was carved in stone.

With only a breath, a vague turning,
you uncovered shadows
more deftly than I had flesh,
and the real and
violent proportions of your body
made obsolete old treaties of excellence,
measures and poems,
and clamoured with a single challenge
of personal beauty
which cannot be interpreted or praised:
it must be met.

The Gap, Australia

#5292 Dec 31, 2012
Her smiling eyes in the glass
Glimmer as she undresses
But what is so amusing
He neither cares nor guesses

As, centered on one elbow,
He stares at her glowing breast.
She calculates, she reckons
How fierce his interest.

Her luminous eyes mirror
What her shrew thoughts assess
Before his arms encompass
The sweet comptometress.

The Gap, Australia

#5293 Dec 31, 2012
She has a dream and she has the same dream.

She says moon and she says moon and both put their she-phones
to their breasts.

She says in my dream I slept between your mattress and box spring
and she nods and she hears her nod.

She says I was in the blue dress before you put it on
and after you put it on, like a soft paper flower she says
and she says yes, like a soft paper flower.

She nestles the phone in her crotch and she nestles the phone
in her crotch and the pubic hairs say it was warm in the dream.

She puts her face against the cool window and they play
where’s my face and she guesses against the cool window.

She says I hung up the phone an hour ago and she says
I hung up the phone last year and we still go on talking.........

she says and she says we go on talking even while I am dead
and even while I am coming back to life.

She is two places at once and she is two places at once
which is four places at once.

She has to go back to sleep now and she has to go back to sleep now.

She says are you asleep now and she says yes and she says are you asleep now and she says yes and they go on talking about being asleep now.

She has a dream and she has the same dream and in the dream....
she is dreaming what she dreams and she is dreaming what she dreams.

Then it rains.

The Gap, Australia

#5294 Dec 31, 2012
Baby, like the essence of a song,
I understand you.....
I understood your language
right from the beginning.

Someone writes
your words in your eyes
I understand as soon as
your glance flies towards me.

I read you in every verse
of the book of emotions
I feel you, I understand you
more than I can express.

The Gap, Australia

#5295 Dec 31, 2012

First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it.

She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.

She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf.

She will say to herself,
“For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned.”

And she will.

Laura Beth

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#5296 Dec 31, 2012
Enzo wrote :

There once was a vampyress named Mabel
Whose menstrual cycle was stable
But one week in four
She'd sit on the floor
And drink herself under the table

Beth writes :

That's hilarious !

Level 6

Since: Jan 12

Location hidden

#5297 Dec 31, 2012
Just sex is that indeed, just
Love... well... that's....


The Gap, Australia

#5299 Dec 31, 2012
The intimacy of you
delving deep
swinging high
jewelled doves
pushing my bones
to a shifting forest

heated feather touch kisses
smashing footsteps
my blood is cursed
dripping honey on your chest

I thought I heard a phoenix cry
in the twilight toes of night
you are divintity my love
and I are your broken eternity

the light grows cold
casting hellish shadows
on my blistered insides

how has this come to pass
your sharp neglect
but it brings a sorrowful blow
the wonders of you
this love so newborn
but ancient in its roots
a bowlful of heartache
only lucifer would serve

I lay in shrieking winds
red spirits whirling palms over me

time passing

days blowing

I pray for some merciful velvet
I am but a dowdy shroud

The Gap, Australia

#5300 Dec 31, 2012
pale brushes,
few hurried,
forced slides
that my quill
now merely offers
it's past ink-perfumed mistress,
now a crumpled beauty.

My paper lies quiet
in its paled glory,
I'd rather be torn than empty

The Gap, Australia

#5301 Dec 31, 2012
And then the rain came down,


broken down bodies
writhing in the hot dirt.

parcels of drunken flesh

into endless spasms

fingers push me

to dance in evergreen puddles

all my layers

set into flame,

with the tip of the tongue.
A bite of the teeth.
A push of some hardness.

with a frothing desire,
it slips...

into place.

The Gap, Australia

#5302 Dec 31, 2012
Woke up next to you, feeling like a ice pop
kissed your vermilion border, gave you my half of the sheets
you whispered in my ear, "No, I want you to be warm"
grabbed your jacket and placed it on my frame
your'e so sweet like two stevia packets emptied on to my tongue
lemons and oranges couldnt be squeezed as good as your huggies...

That one night, in my room, under the blacklight
my jokes were corny but I saw that paperwhite smile glow
along with your hippie acid tripping mushroom posters
remember when we ate out those few times
it made me happy when you enjoyed your food
I liked it when you enjoyed anything
those sparkling eyes your face carried always sunk me in deep
like an anchor approaching the ocean floor on top of hills that are really steep
when you were inside of me, yeah yeah at first it hurt
then it progressed like my grades in junior high
but id like to not see you go now
double negative,

I cant not see you anymore
it felt right, you felt left, so you left
just like the leaves depart from December 21st branches
you should be back soon and I'll wait
when you return, could we remake a copy of our last copulation?
in the backseat of your car or mine if i eventually get one
in your bed or even my own
behind the open house party next to that tree
me on top or you on top of me...

Link your pinky to my pinky and promise that you'll stay
just a little longer so we can grow for a bit
so we can be cacoons and become butterflies together
you can be high all the time,

in the sky I prefer....


The Gap, Australia

#5303 Dec 31, 2012

Praying mantis' fucking

in broad daylight

public lovemaking

with no shame

for who is watching

or maybe

it turns them on

being watched, hmmm

I knew not

that the females

were twice the size

but although large

she is certainly

a beautiful creature

and him

smaller by far

and not quite as attractive

aware of his duty

to the praying mantis species

he is taking one

for the team

I petted her on the

back of her graceful head

with a toothpick

and she turned

and made direct

eye contact with me

as if saying

please let us be

you human purvert

We are making

praying mantis babies

and though

you may not know it

you need us

and I remembered then

in May or June

when I had seen

a praying mantis

here on my deck

no more than

a quarter inch long

barely recognizable

as one of their

noble species

and I wondered with a smile

might it have been her

or him?



Watch this vid

it is true!

This poor bastard

continues to mate

and deposit spermazoidal masses

even after he has

"lost his head"

So I have to assume

that the poor sperm donor

I observed yesterday

is now dead meat


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