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Roxie Darling
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Since: Jan 13

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#2233 Jan 14, 2013
Grace Nerissa wrote:
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Thanks for brining this thread back once again, was it
by CHANCE or CHOICE?!!
This was before the poetry Blog.. but faded away then..
Today's your lucky day...it's back.

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Roxie Darling
Level 6

Since: Jan 13

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#2234 Jan 14, 2013
"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth..."

Since: Dec 12

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#2235 Jan 19, 2013
When the days have taken their toil on me

On my body

On my mind

It is in your arms where I take refuge

Those strong arms that are always open

For me

I find comfort there

It is there that I am safe from the chaotic world and all itís chatter

When I lay my head upon your chest I feel your strength and energy

You renew me with your love

Your hands stroking the tendrils that have fallen madly around my face

As you whisper,ďits ok baby Iíve got you: Iíve always got you.Ē
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#2236 Jan 19, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
When the days have taken their toil on me
On my body
On my mind
It is in your arms where I take refuge
Those strong arms that are always open
For me
I find comfort there
It is there that I am safe from the chaotic world and all itís chatter
When I lay my head upon your chest I feel your strength and energy
You renew me with your love
Your hands stroking the tendrils that have fallen madly around my face
As you whisper,ďits ok baby Iíve got you: Iíve always got you.Ē
Shall I flatter thee with all of my praise
Or would you not warrant words of any
Fashion as what is fashionable stays
Not for long in time since our minds do see
How all things change, arising and ceasing
This becomes that and that becoming this
Do we ever glance that look, love's easing
From the banalities of chasing bliss
Loneliness erodes my being apart
Day and night I am victimized by my
Own ignorance from my ignorant heart
Longing only for our love to not shy
Away from what blessings may be at hand
Yet we are still but lonely grains of sand.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#2237 Jan 19, 2013
I am you.
I am your shadow.
You are mine.
A stone unearthed in this frozen ground
Covered in snow.
Gazing at the flower growing up, surrounded
By life
And sunlight abundantly.
The stone whimpers in the cold.
Dancing figures in the twilight of mere existence.
Twirling in a haze of endless color and ceaseless charisma.
Stillness in the night.
The biting flogging of time and circumstance
Detached
From all inside and without.
Being comatose inside a tomb made of ice and desire.
Waiting,
Watching,
Weeping.
The rock, he twitches in the uncomfortable onslaught.
The flower loses a petal. In the fullness of life
She
Lowers her head in
Invisible agony. Torn by the choices
Made without reason.
Loneliness.
Time stands still.
The eyes of many are unaccustomed
To
The eyes of the few and the broken.
The grins of the ignorant shine like
Stars.
Glistening in the proverbial
Conundrum.
The rock and the flower split open
After, eternity follows.
The figures, mere candlelight,
Embrace and kiss.
Together.
Forever.
Nevermore hesitant to the desires which
Overwhelm and
Breathe purpose.
Two flames become one.
Meaning uncovered.
Intertwined lovers.
Breathing in shudders.
Blind to all others.
I am you.

Since: Dec 12

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#2238 Jan 20, 2013
Homunculus Nebula wrote:
<quoted text>
Shall I flatter thee with all of my praise
Or would you not warrant words of any
Fashion as what is fashionable stays
Not for long in time since our minds do see
How all things change, arising and ceasing
This becomes that and that becoming this
Do we ever glance that look, love's easing
From the banalities of chasing bliss
Loneliness erodes my being apart
Day and night I am victimized by my
Own ignorance from my ignorant heart
Longing only for our love to not shy
Away from what blessings may be at hand
Yet we are still but lonely grains of sand.
No my love I need not the flattery of words

Only your arms to hold me

Your breath upon my neck to remind me I am still alive

Soft caresses upon my skin

Sweet kisses upon my pouting lips

No, love, this moment does not warrant words

It only warrants the steady gaze of my eyes looking into yours

Their depths of perfect blue

The troubles of the day slowly drift away

There is only you and me in this moment

This lovely moment frozen in time

Your face a beautiful painting

Have I told you I adore you

Can you see it in my eyes my love

Feel it in my gentle embrace

In heartbeats that beat in unison

Sit here on the seashore and let the sand sift through our hands

Love me here under the stars

Remind me that I am a woman

Let me show you love

For my heart is open

Awaiting your love

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#2239 Jan 20, 2013
*sand sift through our fingers.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#2240 Jan 20, 2013
I
want to
write more things
that use this sequence.
Symmetrical, rhythmic pattern:
First one, then two, then three, then five,
ultimately eight,
then falling
back to
one.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#2241 Jan 20, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
*sand sift through our fingers.
Time is, in essence,
nothing more than a grain of sand.
A speck infinitely small,
yet when culminated with a million more of its own,
and held captive in a symmetrical,
beaker-bottomed glass contraption
with the focal point creating quicksand
out of thin air upon flipping,
that grain of sand becomes a model
for keeping track of what escapes us at every turn.

Time...

I used to believe that time was irrelevant,
and trust me, I thought it so,
but as my future becomes my past,
I realize that time slips fast,
there's too much time that I just let go...

This viewpoint, among many,
can be seen in a positive way.
I lived my life as free as an inmate,
where time was nothing but years upon days.

But now I see there is a problem
with my conception of time spent and wasted, alike.
I've failed to see past my own imperfections,
as a car might fantasize it's tires surviving the spikes.

This problem persists,
as the days draw near,
of my future departure
since I can't call her dear.

But dearly I'll miss her,
the way she'd glance at me,
her eyes like galaxies,
her body, a rosary.

If I had the time,
I'd pray on every bead,
I may be post-religious,
but I know an angel
by the stare she steals from me.

I do find it funny how time
never really mattered to me,
because now it seems that time...
yes, time is my enemy.

Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#2242 Jan 20, 2013
And here we are
in this house of time.
Drowned in each other's tears.
Love turning into hate.
Hate turning into love.
Proportional, with our hearts juxtaposed.
The axis of time rocking them off kilter.
Looking back, it has always been this way.
I'm just in your shoes now.
The magnetic cannot run from the electric.
Here we are, bursting with life.
Here we are, eating each other.
Tell me you don't love this.
Kiss me, I'll give you my eyes,
I don't want yours, you're blind now, and they were mine at one time.
I prefer these shoes, I can feel my heart drop when your mouth opens.
Right down to my toes.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#2243 Jan 20, 2013
Remember, that chaos first was a primordial deity,
Chaos; the nothingness from which all else sprang
headfirst and heartfelt, half-naked and handsome,
hook, line and... halibut.

All of this,
every measurable moment,
every particle,
every object set forth in motion
sprang from a void so harmoniously
as if the absence of everything was kissed
sudden
by the presence of something.

Often depicted with wings, a bow, and a quiver of arrows,
Cupid, son of Venus - goddess of love,
Son of Mercury - god of trade,
his story,
almost identical in Greek and in Roman
mythology,
his story, about a couple of gods
who seem so inherently human by nature,
jolted by jealousy,
dumbstruck by beauty,
hellbent on immortality,
his story has been hallmarked
as red hot velvet rose petal fine wine
and symmetrical hearts.
Wrapped in tin foil red ribbons
bitter-sweetly sugarcoated
dipped in thin layer of chocolate
taste-tested and lover approved.

Remember that scene in Hook
where Tinkerbell leaves her footprints on Peter's chest,
well that's you and that's me--
touch me where my heart beats
because I don't ever wanna be a lost boy.
I wanna grow up like a good bedtime story
with morals
and purpose,
I wanna have meaning.

You might say that Cupid found himself.
You might say that Psyche found her soul.
You might say that Tinkerbell was just faking it--
with the clapping.
Truth is, we can never know the whole story--
the complete truth.
Problem is, we think we can
and act like we do.
So the only time we mean what we say
is the first time we say it,
every utterance thereafter is just an attempt
at recreating a moment.

I love you
is a paraphrase
that deserves three separate ellipses
because there's a lot left unsaid.

I (distinctively remember shadow-boxing with)
love (against a star-dotted sky anchored to a
moonlight so vibrant it can only be compared to)
you (and your tidal waves).

And that's where I fell headfirst and handsome.

I (was punched-drunk by a kiss so breathless
that it spiked my dopamine to a volume
that can only be described as) love
(in that every time my neurotransmitters feel) you
(they spin themselves dizzy and dance to your science).

There was a moment in the absence of everything
when I was kissed silent by the presence of something.

Hold me to your breastplate.

I don't ever wanna go back to the void.

Level 2

Since: Jan 13

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#2244 Jan 23, 2013
often forgotten are little whispers

Laura Beth

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#2245 Jan 23, 2013
I wonder who this is with a new sock

Rotflmao !!!!!!!!

Since: Dec 12

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#2246 Jan 23, 2013
Original
CYP

Moral Compass

Shall I set my moral compass to the morality of someone other than myself?

Forsake my own virtues to please one or the many

Let go of all my values and succumb to someone elseís

Should I forget myself in order to satisfy your need to change me to your suiting?

Abandon my inner most desires to your liking

Desert my ideas to take up your own

Relinquish my mind

To

You

Or

You

Or

You

Surrender my essence

Abdicate my dreams

Shall I yield to your views of what is morality and walk out of my own?

Renounce myself and take up your Moral Compass.

No I shall not

No I shall not ever

Not

Today

Nor

Tomorrow

Your imposition is not welcome

Leave my Moral Compass to me

For I have seen your Moral Compass

And

It is not suited for me

PESCreate

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#2247 Jan 23, 2013
Love me as I've wanted to love you too
Want me as I obviously do want you
Need me as one you never knew you would need
Love me, want me, need me and let us plant this seed

Spare me all your words of beauty and flattery
Your southern charms aren't what impress me
Love me as I've wanted to love you
What better way to grow this seed than with the love of us two

Want me because you want my love
Love me like I've come from the stars above
Need me like you never need before
Spare me your excuses when you need to walk out that door

PES

Level 2

Since: Jan 13

Location hidden

#2248 Jan 24, 2013
What bliss could it be that such madness
did blind me?

When love is not madness, it is not love.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Since: Dec 12

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#2249 Jan 29, 2013
Walt Whitman

LET us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to noneóTell me the whole story,
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.

Level 2

Since: Jan 13

Location hidden

#2250 Jan 31, 2013
Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Darkness hid those lovely lies.

Level 8

Since: Jun 08

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#2251 Feb 25, 2013
Knight DeVine wrote:
Who is really inside?
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a hospital in England, it appeared she had left nothing of value.
The nurse, packing up her possessions, found this poem. The quality so impressed the staff that copies were distributed to all the nurses in the hospital.
This poem then later appeared in the Christmas edition of "Beacon House News," a magazine of the Northern Ireland Mental Health Association. This was the Lady's bequest for posterity.......
What do you see nurse,
What do you see?
What are you thinking
When you look at me?
A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit
With far away eyes.
Who dribbles her food
And makes no reply;
Then you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice
The things that you do,
And forever is losing
A stocking or shoe.
Unresisting or not,
Lets you do as you will;
With bathing or feeding,
The long day to fill.
Is that what you're thinking,
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse,
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I move at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ...
With a father and mother,
And brothers and sisters
Who love one another.
A girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet;
Dreaming that soon,
A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty ...
My heart gives a leap;
Remembering the vows
That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to build
A secure and happy home.
A woman of thirty,
My young now grow fast,
Bound together with ties
That forever should last.
At forty, my young ones
Have grown up and gone;
But my man is beside me
To see I don't mourn.
At fifty, once more ...
Babies play 'round my knees;
Again we know children,
My loved ones and me.
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead ...
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread;
For my young are all rearing,
Young of their own,
And I think of the years
And the love I have known.
I am an old woman now,
Nature is cruel,
'Tis her jest to make old age
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living
Life over again.
I think of the years ...
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
That nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses,
Open and see ...
Not a "Crabbit Old Woman,"
Look closer ... see "Me."
~ Phyllis McCormack ~
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
~William Blake
Lauren you are in my thoughts & my prayers
I have only just seen this poem... I thought it was so very , very sad and so fitting......

it actually made me cry....

but I wanted to thank you..... thank you for posting it....

thank you Adrian.... xo

michellepain
Level 2

Since: Apr 13

Location hidden

#2252 Apr 3, 2013
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
Thats known to the artists who have known
True Gods of sound and rhyme;
Of words or tint I did not stint
For I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields in May.

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