my newest favorite muse....
"Take a stone from the beach and put it on my pocket to keep
Photo me in the roots of a tree lying on a bed of fallen leaves...
Make a circle on my hand and tell me all the things that make you sad
Searching for the words know that when you find them theyll be heard." ~p.j.
GIMME, GIMME, GIMME....
post a poem.
i have a deadline coming up & i need to get cracking on some portfolio plumping poetry...inspire me my muses...
i'll show you mine if you show me yours-
i clutch shards of shattered promises,
your shameless prose-
used to slice pale skin from
unsuspecting bones.
voyueristic, prying into my veins,
red blood.
(your hands), the color of shame.
embers glow on the bed of ashes,
bridges burned by careless matches,
tossed over upheld shoulders.
you never turned around to watch while you destroyed-
everything that we created,
all desires gone unsatiated,
though you tortured with anticipation,
of pictures eager limbs had painted.
golden days we swam through intertwined,
shutter shook, half drunk & still uptight,
undiscovered yet you violated chambers of my mind.
layer stripped from layers, love,
i held you right where i hold this grudge.
now write me a poem fuckers.....
"Take a stone from the beach and put it on my pocket to keep
Photo me in the roots of a tree lying on a bed of fallen leaves...
Make a circle on my hand and tell me all the things that make you sad
Searching for the words know that when you find them theyll be heard." ~p.j.
GIMME, GIMME, GIMME....
post a poem.
i have a deadline coming up & i need to get cracking on some portfolio plumping poetry...inspire me my muses...
i'll show you mine if you show me yours-
i clutch shards of shattered promises,
your shameless prose-
used to slice pale skin from
unsuspecting bones.
voyueristic, prying into my veins,
red blood.
(your hands), the color of shame.
embers glow on the bed of ashes,
bridges burned by careless matches,
tossed over upheld shoulders.
you never turned around to watch while you destroyed-
everything that we created,
all desires gone unsatiated,
though you tortured with anticipation,
of pictures eager limbs had painted.
golden days we swam through intertwined,
shutter shook, half drunk & still uptight,
undiscovered yet you violated chambers of my mind.
layer stripped from layers, love,
i held you right where i hold this grudge.
now write me a poem fuckers.....
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i'm an affection whore too. too bad boys don't get to pander to that as often as girls. my skin tingles and my arms ache a lot. it was teh very very very nice this past weekend. sort of makes it worse.
-pb
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Lola Montez
grace
tripping the life fantastic
on highwire of faith
wouldn't you know it
all these memories are coming back
and lovng methodologies
smile remnants spilling out from
underneath this couch
this bed
my divine heart
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