A bleeding heart lie dying, pleading, please, have mercy. And though I reside mostly in the dark corners of my own hopeless romanticism, I cannot let go. While I believe that humanity is much less than humane, that compassion is almost non-existent, I cannot let Romance be Dead! I still draw in the heavy humid air and feel it deep in my bones. A...
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I wait for you in the twilight between the shadow and the soul. Fiery anticipation diffuses into the strange newness of each others flesh. Coming to rest in the electric ambiance of your sleek body, I felt the current of desire pull and pull through me. Your hand cups the long smooth muscle of my back. My heart presses against my lungs, and I forget...
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nightvixen:
speechless................. 
thelastasthmatic:
*poke*
I live alone.
It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It prove's you're still alive.
I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from our minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more than what they were.
And is the...
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It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It prove's you're still alive.
I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from our minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more than what they were.
And is the...
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ambellina:
If only I could make love to poetry... *sigh*
I leave in twooooo dayyyys.... Call me!!!!
I leave in twooooo dayyyys.... Call me!!!!
thelastasthmatic:
"to lie down in the darkness"
nice.
and thank you,for the inspiration...
nice.
and thank you,for the inspiration...
Take the photograph,
It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,
I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
Is it you I want,
or just the notion
of a heart...
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It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,
I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
Is it you I want,
or just the notion
of a heart...
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thelastasthmatic:
where are your words?
It was green, the silence; the light was moist;
the month of April trembled like a butterfly;
and you, passed through noon,
through the regions of the south,
my sea of hills and stones.
You went carrying your cargo of lost flowers,
petals battered and abandoned by the wind,
but your hands, still white, untanned by the afternoon,
gathered the blooming stalks that grew in...
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the month of April trembled like a butterfly;
and you, passed through noon,
through the regions of the south,
my sea of hills and stones.
You went carrying your cargo of lost flowers,
petals battered and abandoned by the wind,
but your hands, still white, untanned by the afternoon,
gathered the blooming stalks that grew in...
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thelastasthmatic:
"tell me that is you in a kilt!"
that's me in a kilt...
that's me in a kilt...
cassie11:
Mums seems to be so much cooler about it tho...ya know and since my mom knows it helps cus im way closer to her but still me telling my dad is so going to be far off
The afternoon shadows
gather as the day goes home.
And now the in-between time
before the night
after the day.
A wind is coming up
and we'll be warmer by ourselves at home.
I cannot look at you
reflected by the glass in your hand
much longer.
I want to be alone with you,
I want my thighs to speak your name
so softly only...
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gather as the day goes home.
And now the in-between time
before the night
after the day.
A wind is coming up
and we'll be warmer by ourselves at home.
I cannot look at you
reflected by the glass in your hand
much longer.
I want to be alone with you,
I want my thighs to speak your name
so softly only...
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deadly_photo:
That painting reminds me of Fusili's 'Nightmare'
deadly_photo:
And William Orpen
It was late
and I had your words
burning
through my veins.
The cool
crisp
evening breeze
that touched
my crimson cheek
could not
be still
my restless
heart.
I craved
your mouth
your
hands
your hair
silent and starving
I hungered
for your sleek laugh.
You spoke
and the inflection
of tone
peeled
the dusk
from the day.
Softly
Slowly
the darkness
crept in...
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and I had your words
burning
through my veins.
The cool
crisp
evening breeze
that touched
my crimson cheek
could not
be still
my restless
heart.
I craved
your mouth
your
hands
your hair
silent and starving
I hungered
for your sleek laugh.
You spoke
and the inflection
of tone
peeled
the dusk
from the day.
Softly
Slowly
the darkness
crept in...
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thelastasthmatic:
must be a swell guy to inspire your words...
sweetavi:
my aspirations are not as ambitious as yours. i don't have your gift.
Sing to me of never-winter mornings
When you can't find your way back
I'll whisper to you through the dead of night
You'll remember that's when I'm alive
Call for me when the road gets too long
And the sunset keeps beating you home
I'll scream to you through clouds in the night
About lights that remind you of here
Bleed for me someday if...
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When you can't find your way back
I'll whisper to you through the dead of night
You'll remember that's when I'm alive
Call for me when the road gets too long
And the sunset keeps beating you home
I'll scream to you through clouds in the night
About lights that remind you of here
Bleed for me someday if...
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ambellina:
Wow. I am completely infatuated with your style of writing.
sweetavi:
i really like your fantasy. i've experienced that but i was too careless with other soul. when your fantasy is fulfilled, hold on with both hands and never let go.
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[Edited on Apr 18, 2005 5:47PM]
I keep expecting you
to fade
to wake up one morning
and not care
so I
keep myself
one carefully measured step away
in anticipation
of your loves decline
so when your cheek turns
and your attention
wanders
elsewhere
my heart will not be left
all awkward
hanging
from an elastic thread
you forgot to pull off
your old pair of socks
for its in...
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to fade
to wake up one morning
and not care
so I
keep myself
one carefully measured step away
in anticipation
of your loves decline
so when your cheek turns
and your attention
wanders
elsewhere
my heart will not be left
all awkward
hanging
from an elastic thread
you forgot to pull off
your old pair of socks
for its in...
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sweetavi:
beautiful words
oldskoolpat:
hi sweetie. i saw your pics in the fetish group. i thought they were very pretty. hope your week is going good. 
All the words I wish your fingers could feel
all the times Ive wished
you could know
the silent sorrow
lying stiff in my throat
like cold
and broken teeth
I wish you could hear
the child that cries
in my flesh and makes
my bones ache
I wish you could speak to my fear
I wish you could hold me
in your arms like...
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all the times Ive wished
you could know
the silent sorrow
lying stiff in my throat
like cold
and broken teeth
I wish you could hear
the child that cries
in my flesh and makes
my bones ache
I wish you could speak to my fear
I wish you could hold me
in your arms like...
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jessewestend:
i wish that words had more power
and that they could hit you
like atom bombs
warming your heart
from its frigid state
and lighting eternal
the glimmer of hope
you show when you come.
I wish that this couch was our bed
that this was our home
I wish you could call me a pig
for bringing home the bacon
instead of making some dough
i wish you still loved me
but i'm sure you know.
[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 3:04AM]
and that they could hit you
like atom bombs
warming your heart
from its frigid state
and lighting eternal
the glimmer of hope
you show when you come.
I wish that this couch was our bed
that this was our home
I wish you could call me a pig
for bringing home the bacon
instead of making some dough
i wish you still loved me
but i'm sure you know.
[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 3:04AM]
sublimewords:
Gais Grace
Gais princess gives me pause she makes my hormones roar.
My life gets brighter every time she glides in through my door.
Emotions return to me from somewhere deep within.
I seek out any chance I can to see her sleep again.
I speak her name from time to time,
To keep her image in my mind.
Her grace takes place in outer space.
I feed and need love from her face.
A kiss, such bliss, her lips like lace.
thanks for sharing your poetry red, it's my favorite part of SG. plus your passion really comes off the screen, and no thats not just a line because i want to screw
[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 4:52PM]
Gais princess gives me pause she makes my hormones roar.
My life gets brighter every time she glides in through my door.
Emotions return to me from somewhere deep within.
I seek out any chance I can to see her sleep again.
I speak her name from time to time,
To keep her image in my mind.
Her grace takes place in outer space.
I feed and need love from her face.
A kiss, such bliss, her lips like lace.
thanks for sharing your poetry red, it's my favorite part of SG. plus your passion really comes off the screen, and no thats not just a line because i want to screw
[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 4:52PM]
I'm such an idiot. Well, not really, but talk about hopeless romantic. I said hi to my neighbor a couple days ago, knowing that I was opening the flood gates and he'd come talk to me. Sure, I thought, why the hell not? He's handsome, successful, a single dad. And I'm so tired of stupid guys. Stupid stupid men. So anyway, this guy makes up... Read More
redwinterroses:
Sorry this isn't very poetic. I'm a little frustrated. I'll make it up to you. 
junko:
Sex shouldn't be any other way.
& Your poetry is amazng.
& Your poetry is amazng.
redwinterroses:
Best of my innocent pics
Just added you to my myspace friends list. Thanks for the add. I'll add you here, even though I'm leaving SG in a few days (I have a bit of an addiction and it's starting to intefere with my productivity in the real world). But just in case I ever come back, so I'll be able to find you and your writing again.