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Poetry
"The Tramps" The Rides Have Gone Away Again, At Least For Another Year, Most Stash Away Their Helmets, Chaps and Other Ridin' Gear~~~~ They Claim The Weather's Way Too Cold, or Wet, Which Makes It Slick, Yet Call Themselves a "Scooter Tramp" And THAT Just Makes Me Sick~~~~ See "The Tramps" Are Not Another Name, Ya Get When Ya Ride A Bike, It's "Earned" And "Lived" And "Chosen" And A Different Way Of Life~~~~ It's Not A Name That's "Given", It's The Way Ya Choose To Be, So If You're Called A "Biker", Stay The Fuck Away From Me~~~~ You'll Never Know The Life I Do, Or Ever Have The Heart, That Comes From Ridin' "Snow-Blind", Or So Wet Yer Shit Won't Start~~~~ The Name "Tramp" Comes From Endless Hours, Of Kickin' Till You Cain't, Or Jiggin' Up A Chopper Frame, And Mixin' Yer Own Paint~~~~ It Comes From Ridin' Next To "Bro's", You KNOW That Have Yer Back, Or Sittin' Down 'Long Side The Road, When Yer Scooter's "Blown Her Stack"~~~~ It Comes

Poetry
The Reflection... The woman I see Staring back at me Doesn't seem to know me anymore You'd of thought by now she'd know me better than ever before The shadows of the memories hidden behind her eyes Can only be seen by the reflection that can tell no lies She can see every love that comes and goes Every day with its highs and lows. So how can she not know it's me staring back She should know me even though the reflection is slightly cracked She should know the curve of my imperfect smile And the fact that I lack any real style She should have known that once upon a time I believed in me That my heart was open and free. Why can't she recognize the reflection gazing at her with longing and desire Can't she see that I am so hoping she will remember there use to be passion and fire That forever burned deep and constant; sometimes smoldering, other times enflamed And her heart resisted all futile attempts of ever being tamed Why can't the woman before me se

Poetry
His smile lights up the room As he walks past Only I can see true pain Hidden behind the mask So hurt was he His hearts been shattered On the floor, My fingers bleed as I'm on my knees Trying to pick up the pieces from before Never I fear will he let me in His hearts been rescued again & again Yet I just keep on coming back for more Should I leave this mess upon the ground And just walk away? Or should I gently bleed Piece by piece Until his heart can begin a new day His smile lights up the room as he walks past.

Poetry.....
Long ago in a not so distant past there was an art form known as poetry, It was a beautiful self expression of passion and emotion used to express one's inner most feelings. But now its seems no one has the time or care to grace the world with there unique point of view which is what poetry does. But if people did would someone stop to take the time to read it...... to see it from someone elses point of view???? Is poetry a dieing art or is it still alive?????

Poetic Death
"Poetic Death" Death came twice today, It never fails it finds the way When I leat expect it When I only want it gone Where it was everything is Time is the essence of which I bleed, When bleed I bleed for two Two for two, three for three All for one which I'll never be Now I am all for you, all for me From this view you'll never see I love this hate I hate this love But this roundabout is what we have been dreaming of If I could have it all at once I would die Please don't waste your time asking why Why wasn't the question and never is but it will never be. They say that he who sows wind will reap storm, Well if you sow pain you will reap me Pain is the prospect of the everlasting prodigy If you knew me you would cry If they knew me they would die Just because you asked why. Killing without reason is impossible yes But killing out of righteousness is something we must bless, Is love something one can caress

Poetry
LIKE SUMMER SUN AND OCEAN BREEZE. THE SITE OF BOOBS SHALL AIM TO PLEASE. THIERS NOTHING MORE ID LOVE TO DO. THEN HUG SOME BOOBS THE WHOLE NITE THROUGH. BOOBS ARE GREAT BOTH BIG AND SMALL. I HAVE TO SAY I LOVE THEM ALL. I LOVE THE WAY THEY LOOK AND FEEL. THEY HAVE A CERTAIN SEX APPEAL. SO WHEN IM OUT I LOOK AROUND. AT ALL THE BOOBS THAT CAN BE FOUND.

Poetry
If only there was a way to tell you how I feel, Maybe if you were sleeping id whisper it in your ear, You told me you were insecure maybe I could find the cure, If I could change your insecurities id make them go away, But thats something you need to change inside Baby please dont hide, Ill do my best to tell you each and every day all the things you are, you are beautiful and sweet you are the most caring person I could meet, your eyes are like the stars at night your spirt is that of light, you are wanted and cared for if only i was there to show you more!

Poetry
There something in you baby that got me going crazy.Everytime we speak on the phone you give me butterflies in my stomach.I dont know what to do cause i'm falling in love with you cause the way you making me feel all i wanna do is make love to you and only you!Copyright sanbertski2000@

Poetry
You came in my life when i was down.You came in my life all of a sudden like the sun beaming thru a cloud.You got to know me and i got to know you.Now i can't get my mind off you.You opened my heart in more ways than one.You made me forget about the pain i was going thru and you made me love again.Now all i do is think about you.Copyright sanbertski2000@

Poetry
poetry Beauty of a storm The clouds swell with angar. The sky cry's, pooring out tears of rain. And it falls fast and hard pounding on roof tops,it elegently dances on the tin tops of houses making its own beat to dance to. The darkness claps thunder like an old beaten drumb rumbling and pounding against the night sky. Lightning thumps the ground and with every light it shines so bright it becomes blinding. The wind howls as it rips and roars threw the valley and mountains.The air becomes chowecked with the thick fog as it wraps the whole land in a tight blanket. the dark sky becomes clear and the rain slowly comes to a stop. only now dose it begin to settle down, i love the beauty of a storm.

Poetry
Deaths wings Looking down from afar, from a dark damp room at the cold wet ground. A million little beads of rain fall so rapidly it looks like it will never stop, it just wont stop. The sky is pitch black, and the wind rushes up your bony back, a shiver slithers up your spine, a feeling like death creeps up upon your soul, almost as if it will stop your innocent heart. But you put all of it aside because you have walked into your own tiny little world were the pain and weakness is swept away. You are looking down at the soft squishy ground thats coverd in mud,pondering the thought of arrow dynamics with the taste of flight on your tongue. What if you could fly? You look at the now thundering storm, slowly taking a step outword with every breath. On the window seal you stand, arms open, spread like angel wings. There are two choices you have, just let go, let everything become free? or do you back down? run away again? But before you know it, your legs slip out from under you a

Poetry
feel the silence ahh, the silence. I lay in rest finally. No screams, no tears, no pain, it all drifted away with my body. I lie deep beneath the rocks, dirt, grass, and snow, betwean the layers of mother earths crust.The fealing of silence is so great. I no longer feel the worlds angziety, it all drifts away with the sarrow, away with the uncertinty, it is great to feel the silence. I cannot see, i cannot speak, i cannot hear, but i can feel the silence and it is the most peacefull thing i have found and now i can sleep.

Poetry
Time, we chase it, want more of it, always cravying for one more minute , its like being in a time worp on fast forward. we chase after it because we are affraid that someday we may not have it. The gift of sight, we charish it, be greatfull for it, some are not as lucky to enjoy the power of sight. We read everything from words to eyes with our sight , we would be lost without our sight . Smells, smells are wanderfull . If we couldn't smell we couldn't emagine, and if we can't emagine we are not alive, so be greatfull and thankfull for all of what we have.

Poetry
rant life was going to fast spun me round like an aircraft, jeted from here to ther never bieng able to stop; so I exploded. now I'm finding my self piece by piece, but my sanity I could not keep. so in the end life is to fast slow down and look at what has past.

Poetry And Such
Tell me if there's something wrong, I can't seem to decide I seem to be on this merry-go-round, please get me off this ride My life just goes in circles and things just don't seem right And yet, I keep on struggling and holding on so tight What is it that I'm trying to do or, is this what I want Or, was it something other? I can't remember what. Am I to keep wand'ring 'bout trying to figure this out or, will I find the answer to what life is all about?

Poetry Of Mine.
Who Am I? There has never been a time for me that I feel more lost than now I work so hard at finding me, but I can't figure out quite how Am I loving? Am I caring? Do I have a gentle heart? I'm so lost right now, no idea where to start Can I love? Can I hate? Can I live? Do I learn? To find this all out is for what I yearn Do I want to love? Do I want to be alone? These are things I long since should have known I am hurting with my heart full of tears What have I done so far to survive all these years? When I go to bed and I cry Do I really wanna die? How can I find out all these things? Have you any idea the frustration it brings? I would rather live my life searching for a reason why Than live my entire life protected by a lie.

Poetry
Too many words left unspoken. Too many feeling left bottled up. Hurt so many time it seems numb inside. my heart can't take much more, yet here i am. once again putting my heart on my sleeve. for all the world to see. still no one to share my dreams. No smiling face greets me when i walk in the door. no one to tell my deepest secrets. A dream, a fantasy, of my prince is all i cling too. Soon I can't distinguish between dream or reality. The dream engulfs me till one day I accidentally bump into my real life prince.

The Poet's Week
The Poet’s Week On Mondays, I do rather well On Tuesdays, I don’t give it much thought On Wednesdays, I reestablish my pace On Thursdays, not as well as I ought On Fridays, my words sometimes elude me On Saturdays, I find those which I sought On Sundays, I usually give it a rest Lest my ceiling get a little too hot

Poetry
When we look up inside ourselves only to find that the looking glasses no longer reflect what we had hoped to still see instead a stilted view... of what is no longer there What we had allowed others to borrow, taken what should not have been removed. The intangible us, that we alone know is amiss. apart from ourselves almost unnoticed Bonded in layers of tissue paper, what we once knew was familiar still. Feral from the outset, on a shelf swallowed in dust. that which has slipped into sleep Unaware it was supposed to remain intact, dismantled by the sirens steady through the nite. something them, they could not possibly feel. what we should have known to protect.

Poetry
candles flame A flicker of flame blows from a sweet scented candle while it burns out by being smothered with blood. She sleeps for a while surprisingly with a smile. Half alive half deceased. But she crys in her little mind with greif.. Trees in her world are dead and roses are black as coal. and the only bright thing she had was the candle. But as i said before it was smothered by her blood. half happy half sad , but she is glad that she is no longer spied upon.

Poetry
Blank walls His eyes are like burning coals that never go out. He sits and stares with a smirk on his face. Within my heart his laughter flows; flows threw every vain and drip of blood running in my body. He knows he has won once again. And right then and there i begin to slip. I eat, breath, walk, and talk with this painfull evil. And when i sleep he fallows me in my dreams, prancing on my sweet thoughts shattering every inch of sanity. On my wall I see his demons setting in, ready to do what they do best. All the snickering, starring, and strange little voices would soon drive me insane. It soon sends me into a tiny black hole with tunnels of streaming light flowing with such a deep red glow. And when he is finished with his work, when he has completly taken my body and soul, that is when he drops you leaving nothing to grab and pull your self up with. You have nothing left , so he gose and finds another unprotected soul that he can torture for days, weeks, months, even years. Now

Poetry
In the days of old and nights were bold and toilets wern't invented, you left your load beside the road and walked away contented. Now down a hill to take a pill and smoke a righteous bud, the pill was paste the bud was laced and soon you started coughing blood. Saw it cried, later died and was buried in a hole. Took his stash of pot and hash and was buried with his bowl. Now down in hell where satin dwells and things get mighty hot, the devil said to bad your dead and can't enjoy your pot. So he packed and smashed an ounce of hash and put it in your tiny little pipe, he smoked your dope in one great toke and soon his eyes got bright. Yes my friend it's true you really got me stoned so for in return you shall not burn instead I'll send you home. This poem was wrote by my brother and his friends and myself.

Poetry
SELFISHLY OPEN ISOLATED IN A SPACE OF REPATITION DOMINATED BY BUTTON PUSHERS AND POWER HUNGRY SOULS SEPERATED ONLY BY TIME IN OR TIME ON A CLOCK THAT ONLY EXISTS IN THEIR MINDS I STRUGGLE WITH THE SINS I HEAR EVERYDAY OUT OF THE EARS OF PEOPLE WHO LISTEN WITH THIER MOUTHS CONSTANTLY THINKIN BOUT THEIR NEXT WORD BEFORE THE ENDING FLIGHT OF THE LAST BIRD I CAN SEE, HEAR AND FEEL THE IRONY, HIPPOCRACY AND SYNCRONICTY- FLOATING IN THE AIR LIKE A FEATHER ,PLUCKED OFF A TURKEY ON THANKSGIVING, WHOSE BODY MIND AND SOUL ARE ABOUT TO BE SERVED WITH CRANBERRY SAUCE! BY DEEJAY

Poetry
Almost overdose This sudden feeling of grave pain falls into my lap. A black sticky spider web is thrown over me, and an icy chill twist inside my body. My eyes become heavy and harder to open every time I try to blink. They begin to burn as I open and close them. While I lean back my heart races at an explosive rate with an out of beat tone. My body begins to shiver with intense waves of heat rushing threw out me. It feels like i'm lying in a pit of burning coals and spitting fire, but at the same time I freeze. My blood thickens inside my vein's as it begins to stop.My feet burn with a pounding pain rushing threw them with every last heart beat I can feel. It felt like frost bite clinges on to the tips of each and every fingure i have. The room begins to flow in waves of an upsetting motion making faces appear on the bitter walls. They stare and glare at me like they enjoy watching my pain grow. I try to stand up and run but a rush of ringing pain and blackness falls over me,my mind

A Poetic Mind
a poetic mind speaks what normal words cant say.. a poetic mind shows what someone goes through day by day a poetic mind is full of truth and emotion a poetic mind shows so much devotion a poetic mind can say what he has been trying to for so long a poetic mind can say far more than what you find in any song a poetic mind is somethin that functions through the heart a poetic mind helps you when you dont know were to start a poetic mind tells you what the normal mind wont say a poetic mind can pour things out to you any given day a poetic mind is what makes me who i am more than my name a poetic mind allows me to do this so well in this poetic game

Poetry
things keep pulling me apart i try to have the ppurest heart but i never can keep it together i blow around like a feather with nothing no teather so when live get harder im supposed to get smarter find away around the drama but i keep putting myself in it with not one or 2 but three babies mommas. the first i didnt believe it had to be a lie till the day i heard her lil foice cry i dont understand why at 18 i thought i was a grown ass man sign my right over to some bum who i thought could take my place but he jus laught in my face as he threw her mom out his place now shes on the streets with nothiung on her feet i cant see her we dont speak its been 3 years shes grown up has no clue and im the one with the fears 5 years old prolly hard as a rock it was me who put here with this uselss cock BREATH !!!!!! round two i had my wife she was great when we started to date sone it got old her heart grew cold she hated that i had a previous live she wanted me to sever everything with a kn

Poetry
Diamente light bright,glow burns, sight, flows soft, shine, cold, fear sleep, shame darkness diamente ocean calm, whispering rushing against the shore beautifull, gracefull, violent, raging creative, heavily seawater

Poetry
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my dreams to keep... as they are too lonely for one heart bare. Much too cruel to wake and find nobody is really there Sitting here the lonliness moves in just as quickly as the smile fades from my face. With a heart this large & nobody to share.... Needing to have someone touch my face, just let me know they are there. To wake next to love oh how divine!! I know this lonely feeling too shall pass....

Poetry
When I saw you standing there My lungs were suddenly without air A cold chill crawled up my spine Wanting, yearning you to be mine My cold heart began to thaw You held me dumbstruck and in awe Standing there petrified on the spot My heart and soul is what you caught Locked with you in a sweet embrace Your lips like candy to the taste You were unknowing to my true feelings Still these thoughts keep me kneeling You my queen and I your knight My mind still wandering in the darkness of night Waiting to find my first once again

Poetry ~ Something Random
something random tangled limbs drenched in bliss & sweat lay motionless across the bed the moon casts a peace-filled glow & thru the open window wafts in the scent of day old trash & roses where it mingles with the salty sweet aroma of their sex somewhere down the way an angry cat screams as a dog sends it scurryng up a tree & in the corner of the moonlit room he sits smiling crying dying from the picture that they make as they lay together in the bed he made with her he swears he can taste the fragrance that they've made on his lips on his tongue but most of all he hears their love their lies..... his fears over & over again but as lovely as their image is it inflames him enrages him destroys him way down deep these two are now his enemies no longer his lover no longer his friend he no longer has the strength to quench his anger or quell his

Poetry ~ Reach Out To Me
reach out to me do you see me standing here the icy wind blowing thru my hair blowing here, blowing there blowing broken promises & memories everywhere do you care? do you see these tears falling from my eyes dropping here, dropping there making salty pools of grief & despair DO you care? i'm tethered to a broken rope falling aimlessly thru time you were the hands that held it in place but i've tumbled so far i cant recall your face did i ever know it in the 1st place? the heart that once bid me fly has withered in my chest turned black from love denied once upon a time i pinned all my hopes on just your sigh & stupid me i never ever thought you'd make me cry the life i created with my constant sacrifice was all a lie do you see me standing here icy wind blowing thru my hair blowing here, blowing there blowing broken promises & memories everywhere do YOU care? do you see these tears fallin

Poetry ~ Our 1st Kiss
our 1st kiss what will it be like our 1st kiss soft & sweet like a caramel dream firm & deep like like stuff i dunno... like a celluloid dream conjured up in some film major's mind with hard dick dreams of hollywood & the big screen all i know is it will be cuz i got single mid 30's wet pussy fantasies locking lips with you tasting tongues swapping spit hands roaming fingers groping ummmm...so sweet i already know you'll have the flavor of beer & cigarettes, maybe a touch of weed but thats ok by me take the flavor...preconceived mixed with who you are...truly for the taste of you i'm already starving waiting for our 1st kiss it's like smelling dinner cooking all day long with no snack to tide me thru i'm craving our 1st kiss & you craving starving desiring wanting i want to partake of you start with your lips & our 1st kiss moving over in & thru you nib

Poetry ~ This Is Not All There Is To Me
THIS IS NOT ALL THERE IS TO ME Current mood: enlightened Category: Writing and Poetry I AM A TETHERED SPIRIT BRISKLY FIGHTING TO BE FREE CONCEIVED IN LIES, DESPAIR & WHISKEY SHACKLED TO A PAST STEEPED IN STRANGE FRUIT & MISERY A BASTARD CHILD FOR FREE WILL, OF LIBERTY I GREW UP BELIEVING LIFE HAD MEANING WHICH MY MOTHER & THE GHOSTS OF MOTHER'S PAST CONSTANTLY TRIED TO CHOKE OUT OF ME REPEATEDLY TRIED TO CHOKE OUT OF ME THE BEST THAT I SHOULD HOPE TO ACHIEVE WAS SOME "GOOD" MAN WANTING ME WANTING TO FUCK ME SO BADLY THAT HE'D ACTUALLY WANNA TAKE CARE OF ME I'M TETHERED SPIRIT BRISKLY FIGHTING TO BE FREE CONCEIVED IN LIES, DESPAIR, & WHISKEY SHACKLED TO A PAST STEEPED IN STRANGE FRUIT & MISERY I KNOW YOU SEE ME A ANOTHER PALER BEING WHAT'S THE PHRASE REDKNECKS TOSS AROUND SO CASUALLY? FREE, WHITE & OVER 21 BUT THAT'S THE LIE MY MAMA'S MAMA'S MAMA TIMES 3 & SOCIETY USE TO CRUCIFY ME I AM EVERY STEREOTYPE A MODERN WOMAN SHOULD HATE TO BE DIVORCED, WELFARE M

Poetry ~ Let It Pour
let it pour down down down all over, in & thru me washing clean my body, my heart, my mind, my soul, ME the thought sounds so sweet but unlike the rain i hear bubbling in the street a love like that is but a mere dream but man what a dream let it pour down, down, down all over , in & thru me washing clean my body, my heart, my mind, my soul, ME it's a feeling in the air kinda like a buzz in my ear our eyes met & something just clicked somewhere it all became clear but what it is i myself am still unaware it feels real good though in this moment so what may come and what has been man, look me in the eye i just don't care i live in the present this gift that's been bestowed on you and on me this was but a seed planted in the past only blooming as we do thru the strength of our shear will though fertile plain or rocky crest in this moment alone i believe i know the direction that is best & like a compass facing north i see you so

Poetry ~ Hold On
hold on do you see me standing here? i know there are times when i seem a lil lost its all a part of who i am an i'm still finding my path i've seen too much and lost a lil more so i cant always see whats up or down i just force a smile to hide the frown and hang on i go thru the motions when its too much to bare and pray to any god that'll hear i have a lot to share what's not been stolen yet and even though i've known fear i refuse to be afraid i'm still standing here dont get me wrong my knees are black from the weight i bare but i've got a strong soul and a stronger back bone you can push me go ahead an try but i'll push back and i wont cry i'd rather make love than fight any war but life has been a battle for me and still i hold on i travel far and wide if only in my mind cuz my body's chained by poverty and responsibility and they never seem to let up for very long i take the bitter with the sweet and i know that even with the losses i've inc

Poetry
Two As One I am the sand, You are the sea. All of your love Washes over me... I am the moon, You are the sun. In the universe We're united as one. I am the air, You are the wind. You blow in happiness That only love can send. You are the soil, I am the rose. With caring and tenderness Our relationship grows. You are the mind, I am the heart. I know we will never Be too far apart. Thank you ...

Poetry
I feel as though my heart lay bleeding On a countertop. The pain is like a flooded scream That cannot, will not stop. I cannot live, I cannot breathe; Pain is all I do. I cannot think how I can be Long living without you. Ah, God! I want you back so bad That I would gladly die To hold you in my arms again And not care how or why; To hold you in my arms again And tell you of my love, And then go gladly back to dust Should I your heart not move. this is kinda old sorry about the emo-ness!

Poetry And Stuff
I feel odly disconected in a way, like life is slippin write past me and even with my death grip Im loosing ground. Life's ladder looming before me daring me to keep climbing. im scared fear coursing through me, I know what i want from this life, yet what if i can never reach it. would it not be easier to settle then to dream, why reach if what you want seems beyound even you. but curiosty will win over my fear, because i will keep climbing keep living keep discovering what life and it ladder will throw my way and i will dream.

Poetry
Alone in this cold, dark world Falling...Falling...still Falling It wont stop I cant see Darkness... only darkness Freezing, freezing cold My heart slowly beating My eyes starting to get heavy All I hear is my shallow breath fading away quickly I cant hear anything... Did my heart stop? Have I stopped breathing? No.. cant be true... Wait... I see something... Is that light? Hey thats me.. yes my 16th birthday..my first car hahaha.. my first drag of a cigarette. I remember that.. My 21st Bday, what a great night I had Oh yes... my first broken heart. What ever happened to him? My wedding day...Im so happy...so in love... The most exciting day of my life My baby boy... Oh look his first Birthday.. he made such a mess! Aww his first day of school...and his first crush Oh NO!! Wait!! I want to see what happens next... I dont want to be alone in the dark... I cant feel a thing My whole life before me and now its gone... Falling faster now... Darker and dark

Poet
the tears that i have cried..comes from the pain that i feel inside..the hurts is never forgotten although i have tried..but pain brings forth reality that's how you know you haven't died..just a simple smile from someone else who cares now you have moved on and the tears drops dried..to be loved heals the pain you feel inside..pain shall never come back because you have found your soulmate to stand firm by your side..TKO>a lil somethin

Poetry
There is this feeling of deep consideration. Will there be more to this undying admiration Can there be an end to this yearning, only the warm sensation. That is to be felt betwixt her thighs, yet still would I yearn to see these eyes. To which is just another problem when there is a lack of material just imagination. Would anyone be able to steal my heart from your cold clutch which I still can't despise. No I don't Think there will be an end, My mind still my mind has such desperation. Which brings me back to the beginning yet still not winning. For others hinder thy gaming, which will lead to dueling. After the blood is shed I'll lust for her ruling. A deep sense of arrogant triumph I feel when the thought comes strolling. Toward the front of thy mind, yet what do I find. That all is false and it is all a mere dream she'd find to be somewhat unkind. So we'll leave it here, so more spite does not surface. We'll have no need for pills to begin to suppress it from

Poetry
This overwhelming sensation is causing much aggravation. My brain is slowly corroding, and my thoughts are going through destruction. This is the final attempt to get them down, before they get annihilated. My love and hate once was segregated, now are being desegregated. Why does everyone think I'm kidding when I'm being sedate. Everyone seems to misinterpret this as me simply trying to execrate. It's really not my fault I'm pestilential in my secular ways. My secularism is currently blocking out the sun's rays. People are mad because my evil words are causing secularization. From doing so I have gotten rid of mine and caused someone else's aggravation. So I guess my words could be described as a thunderclap. That are constantly causing some form of a mishap. I guess you could associate my secularism with my misanthropic position. For man created religion that's why I'll never make an invocation. Still it all contributes to my mental frustration. Still my beliefs are

Poetry
dark twisted caverns unraveling the way traveling thru unwatched stations never taking time to stop does this journey end or keep playing like an over watched movie time bends unwinds jaded twisted emotionless now i speak to you even if you don't hear my words i have seen you in every light now i see in the one that is right unclouded yet misted it was you who was twisted incomplete yet seen as full as you bleed i watch you sleep and i shall never wake you *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Poetry
plagued dark twisted caverns unraveling the way traveling thru unwatched stations never taking time to stop does this journey end or keep playing like an over watched movie time bends unwinds jaded twisted emotionless now i speak to you even if you don't hear my words i have seen you in every light now i see in the one that is right unclouded yet misted it was you who was twisted incomplete yet seen as full as you bleed i watch you sleep and i shall never wake you *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Poetry
darkness consumes a slowly weakened soul breathing in aching whole the tainted glass shatters turns to shards on the cold wooden floor still your tears fall how can you feel when all is gone? what you've said what you've done slowly fading into darkness you have forgotten all that was right none remember you as light ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2009 Poetry Competition Entry By Sebby
Untitled Desires My answer to a question with no answer... life itself. "I control myself", but do you know what that means? Even though in hard times, impossible as it seems, as you analyze your existence, you interpret a dream. Life has no meaning, despite numerous things seen. Don't forget who you are, or you let that part die, just give it some effort, simply put, you must try, if you quit and think it is ok to give up, even cry, it means nothing to others, to yourself is the lie. Conscious but trapped, thoughts with no end in sight, you're your own leader, accept yourself, it's alright, within all lies deep conflict, don't lose that fight, if your lifetime spanned 1 day, act as if it's night. Don't say "I can't, I don't think I can" not true, someone else out there can do it, so why can't you? it's all just a mental game, no hesitation, just do, if you still want to quit, you fail, your life did too. “I will never give up, until I know it's

Poetry
~The Reaper~ The Reaper answers the door, comfort to make, pain to take. Memories reflected in broken mirrors, twisted and bent. Changes reflected in prisms of your emptiness, a stony silence of painful remembrance. Abhorrent, absent function, alluring in an obsequious, macabre dysfunction. Particles of dust flower where the soul flourished A gruesome effigy to a being that was known. This mechanistic prison of fear; this belligerent dread, for He is near. Parsimonious love brings acquiescence. Broken paths of degenerated nostalgia, the life that never was. That ceaseless, capricious creature answers the door, pain to make, comfort to take. ~Jon~

Poetry
To Come Home To PEOPLE A;WAYS SAY THINGS LIKE "DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE GETTING AWAY FROM IT ALL"? AWA FROM THE LUXURIES OF THE RUSH ABOUT DAYS THAT ALWASYS SEEM TO BE? I KNOW THAT I DO.....I NEED SOMETHING IN MY LIFE THAT IS SOLID AND SECURE AND SOMEPLACE THAT I CAN ESCAPE TO WHERE I CAN CLOSE OUT ANY WORRIES AND OPEN UP TO MORE PEACEFUL THINGS. IM LUCKIER THAN A LOT OF PEOPLE I GUESS FOR I HAVE FOUND SOMEONE...SOMEPLACE TO GO WHERE MY HEART IS ALWAYS HAPPY TO BE AND WHERE I HAVE SOMEONE TO TURN TO....SOMEONE WHO IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF ME AND THE BEST PART OF ALL IS ALL I HAVE TO DO IS JUST COME HOME TO YOU.....

Poetry
ON a road well traveled is this the road for me ? Today I take a different road one I have never traveled before . With it's curves bumps and blind spots it brings me fear . not a fear of death but a fear of life one that I feel apprehensive to explore . But on this road less traveled I make a stop . With this stop I find a piece of mind a seance of need and desire to explore this stop on this road as I am torn do I have a final destination or do I stay and explore this stop on the road less traveled ?

Poetry
~Darkest Gift~ It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of dark desire, wolves vent their loneliness. The thirsting one wakens. Evil shrouds her pale form, a brooding agony. Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of new awareness. I remember her. cr~Jon~

Poetry
Life something that makes you cry, laugh and bleed ! Life their is a beginning and there is death oh such an intament thing ! when do we die ? when we take our last breath ? or is it really when our hearts are mangled and battered ? I don't want to feel any more ! The journey we all take from beginning to end oh the end near or far ? Pain is now my intament companion till the very end with my lover fear of what is around the next corner ? oh the Manja ta of life , live it LOVE it embrace it!

Poetry
Left where you stand. In the darkness. No one to save you. No one to show you a path out. . Appearing from the depths. Amidst the shadows of obscurity. Comes another. . Reaching out to you. Feeling the essence of their spirit. It surrounds you. Consuming your soul completely. . As you are overcome by their presence. Capturing a futile risk. There’s nothing left to mislay. . Submitting your smoldering heart. Every preceding piece of your being, given. It’s a last attempt at life. A last attempt at love. A feeling you’ve longed for your whole existence. . You had given up. . Until this solitary moment. When another has appeared from the darkness. . They stay with you in the night. Hold you close. Refusing to let up. Refusing to give up. . There they stand. Watching over you. Guiding you with their luminosity. . They show you the way. Pushing your poignant past away. Grasping your future. Bringing their love to the forefront. . With their hope,

Poetry
Trapped in my world of confusion, my head spinning and spinning, vision blurred, confusion is what I deserve. Trapped in my world of pain, keeping it all inside, hurt is all I feel, pain is what I deserve. Trapped in my world of anger, vessels ready to explode, blood boiling, anger is what I deserve. Trapped in my world of sadness, crying, weeping, not knowing what to do, sadness is what I deserve. Trapped in my own reality, scared, helpless and empty, not knowing what to do. Nobody will save me, death is all I deserve. alo

Poetry
The Man I Love The man I love is coming back to me. The man I love is all I see. The man I love is far away. The man I love will come back some day. The man I love is sweet and true. Without the man I love I am so blue. The man I love is on my mind. I think about him all the time. The man I love makes me feel so right. His name is Bobby Joe Wright. The man I love is gone today. The man I love chases my gray skies away. The man I love is gentle and kind. The man I love is one of a kind. The man I love has eyes of blue. To the man I love I will never be untrue. The man I love is tender and waarm. The man I love will cause me no harm. The man I love is honest and giving. Without him I don't want to go on living. The man I love is out of sight. His name you ask, Bobby Joe Wright. TO you the man I love I apologize, for you the man I love have opened up my eyes. For the man I love my love grows stronger every day.

Poetic Purge...aka Senryu Part One
subjectoetic Purge...aka Senryu part One post date:2007-09-03 17:26:46 views: 10 comments: 0 ratings: 0 Poetic Purge Current mood: indescribable Category: Writing and Poetry Dear Mr. Blog, With all of the insanity that seems to follow my life, I have been feeling a void lately. The need to be creative, express myself. and purge some of the emotions bottled up inside me has been vast. I decided to start small, by writing a few Senryu. "What is a Senryu",you ask? Well, here you go! (Thanks Shadowpoetry.com for this explanation) The Senryu, also called the Human Haiku, is an unrhymed Japanese verse consisting of three lines of five, seven, and five syllables, or 17 in all. Senryu is usually written in the present tense and only references to some aspect of human nature or emotions. They possess no references to the natural world and thus stand out from the nature/seasonal Haiku. The 5/7/5 rule is rumored to have been made up for school children to understand and l

Poetry
You walked into my life out of the blue My heart not knowing what to do Your voice so soothing in the night Just makes me want to hold you tight My walls once high you made them weak My heart exposed to words you speak I opened up and let you in Only to build them up again You now are sealed deep in my soul My heart is yours for you to hold.

Poetry
(COULD THIS BE?) Since the Day That I met you My heart has soared. Although I just grin and don't say a word. I feel somehow that you know how I feel when I look in your eyes to see the way they twinkle. The way my heart melts, when you suddenly smile, every story you tell, every moment you share. I want to tell you many times, How I am easily lost in your eyes. But, my mind trips and my tongue stumbles. I can't think of the right words to say/ I know my heart's telling me... "LOOK OUT!" I might be in trouble. But when you hold my hand, I'm on top of the world. When you kiss me... My heart swells, my head's in a spin, my stomach starts doing it's own little thing. I like the feeling. Then I get scared... Is this a dream? What if I wake up? This is too weird... I'm not used to this stuff. Could this be Love? Or is it a crush? My mother just smiles and tells me it's cute. My dad say's it's life and love's like a suit. I a

Poetry
living hell as i sit here i see nothing but blood, i wonder whats the diff. between man and mud. looking in the mirror at the beast iv become, who made me into this? can it be undone? i look at the body lying lifeless on the ground, and i wonder wat this person did so bad to be struck down. why am i here seeing this i ask out loud, no one can here me no ones around. who can this poor soul be? im here now so why not earlier could i see is this all a dream i cant tell, its dark and cold in this place, am i in hell? no one here to answer theese questions but me, Me! the body is mine but how can tht be?! who did this and why, i ask looking to the sky. i see no stars no moon, nothing but black, i must leave this place and find my way back. "there is no way back for you", i hear sum1 say "your stuck in the devils playground and here u must stay." who are you i scream and start to shake, but before they could answer from the nightmare i awake...... a poem b

Poetry
ETERNITY My Soul rests upon the shores of hell. I look at the faces of those who fell, Brightly once looked at the sky, for many a year passed, long since it hath been my body did die. This place is dark, but I fear I have none, I came here for the sins I sadly done A streak passes me, swiftly and true, familiar feeling , fills my empty heart Could this be a spirit, could it be you ? Loney it is, watching the River of Souls the waves crashing, ebbs and flows. I reminisce on the mortal times I sit here still pondering this punishment Which sins, which mistakes, which Crimes Memories of years lived long ago, The energies of those who lived come to and fro. I sit here alone , I wonder and ponder, For the feeling I had, once strong, Has but waned, dwindled, I'm now somber. Once again, I look upon River of Souls, Spirits of those who lived crash upon the shoals. I realize now why my fate has become twisted For the devil Himself has come upon me, H

Poetry
I saw a man sitting by a tree com on over here sony he said to me sit on down and have a chat with me he said sony some day your gonna get a gift frome heaven above and your gonna fall In love when you do prommis me you will treat her good like any good man should leave her walking on air let her know you crae cuz If she knows you care she will allways be there by her roses and dont pull way when she wants to rub noses treat her right and she will let you hold her through the night dont be afraid when she says I love you Infront of your friends just I love you to and tell her that your love never ends treat her good like a good man should

Poetry
What is the world coming to? I watch the news and I can't help but cry inside. as I hear about all the people that have to died today .good people are discrimanated against becuz they are different In some little way .jobs are getting few and far between. a worse day this world has never seen. it used to be so serene such a beutiful scene. now I see dirty needles lying there as I walk down the street that stupid shit used to be so discrete. people are being beaten and betrayd by the ones they love. while some still struggle just to finde love. children are being molested abused and abandoned by the ones they are supposed to look up to. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WORLD COMIMG TO?

Poetry
Now, Can I Heal? Wednesday, December 8, 2004 A spark begins down deep within, A raging fire is soon to begin. No time to think, no time to react The fire consumes all in it's path. Seconds have passed, the destruction is great None could have seen what would come in the wake Of the pressures and tasks heaped up to the skies Jammed all together these reasons are why. No time to think, I shove all aside, Just shoving it all to the back of my mind Depression will settle, consuming my soul Will I be left wondering, or dead in some hole? If I don't face this and take it head on To my anger, and rage will I be a pawn So face it I must, though the tears will then flow I'll be crumbled and broken, with no where to go. Lost in the night, alone in the dark Try as I might, I can't light the spark. The hope burns away, the fire burns bright 'Till not even ash is left in this night Despair now deceives me, the lies ringing true. Chained to my sorrows, who can I tu

Poetry
I Will Overcome Sunday, January 26, 2005 Just ignore this empty shell you see, I’m not myself, I’m just a wasted dream. I hate feeling like there’s no way out There’s no where to go when I look about. I’ve lost control, emotions raging high, I struggled so hard, this I cannot deny, To gain control of the broken me, And bottle emotions like a raging sea. Succeed I did for control was mine. I bottled them all up deep inside, And from my mind my cares did flee Whenever they tried to torment me. But all at once the bindings broke. My emotions soon did take control, And now I’m lost within their midst No light now shines through these mists. For so long I searched for the way out Of the raging sea, and the rolling winds. Damned emotions that surrounded me I just wanted it all to end. So conquer I did, these raging winds, and The sea of emotions that controlled me. And by the time I was out and free, I was amazed at the sight that awaited me. A drop of

Poetry
Betrayal Monday, January 17, 2005 Betrayed the blood flows down my back My heart is crushed to powder black My soul is torn, now ever stained With bloodfilled tears the lies obtained I just want to hide away, To crawl into the darkest grave Never again to be found My soul to the night forever bound I can feel the pain within my chest The heart that beats beneath my breasts The vice is tightened ‘round my soul The torment, ever shall it grow? Love betrays, passions burn bright Consuming all within this night The black smoke shall reach the skies Rising from the flowing lies The fiery path tells of betrayal great My soul now crushed, my heart shall break The knife, it sinks within my back The blood now flowing, the night so black The light is gone from the day Now shall I never find my way? The night of torment approaching fast Where can I hide, to escape the wrath Of the hate, the rage that fills my soul How do I stop it, No more to grow? The pa

Poetry
Tender Heat Thursday, January 20, 2005 A gentle face with caring eyes A tender word I cannot deny A hand reached in and grasped my soul To stop the pain, and mend the hole. The tempest and the raging seas Swirled in anger all around me. My eyes looked up and there stood one As brilliant as the rising sun An ear to hear my deepest fear A mouth with words so sweet and dear The arms that fit around me Held me close so perfectly A heart so filled with care and love Is like fresh new rain from up above When I’m in despair, in pain, in need, This heart goes out, to plant the seed Of healing and of happiness To ease the pain, to give me rest. These gentle hands of comfort sweet Have filled the cold with tender heat. By: Rachel M.F.

Poetry
Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar Alfred Lord Tennyson

Poetry
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost

Poetry
Silent wisdom consumes me, As I think about my life, As I dream of one sweet love, That I will make my wife. I want to make her happy, Bring smiles upon her face, Run my tongue across her body, Like sweet Venetian lace. Then I'll light some candles, So the room might have some light, And then I'll rub her body, 'til every muscle feels just right. Next I'll run some water, Make it, as hot as it can be, And then climbs in my baby, the last ingredient is me. I'll wash her hair quite softly, Make it as smooth as it can be, And then I scrub her body, From her head down to her knees. Next I think I'll dry her, every inch the eye can see, And then if I am lucky, she'll dry every inch of me. Now the night is almost over, There's only one thing left to do, If I were like any other man, I'd make sweet love to you. But like other men I'm not, And I will never be, That's why, in the end, My sweet love, will be with me.

Poetry
Monday 15/12/2008 10:21 PM ENEMY OF THE STATE Current mood: blessed Category: Writing and Poetry ENEMY OF THE STATE IS WAY OF LIFE FOR SOME A LIFE STREWN FROM PILLAR TO POST THE CIVIL LIBERTIES ONCE ENJOYED ARE NOW LOCKED AWAY BOTH UNATTAINABLE AND DREAMED OF BY MOST I KNOW I AM ONE WHOM IS CAUGHT UP IN THE BEAST ITS BELLY IS MY DOMAIN THE BADGE BECOMES HY HOST AN ETERNAL VAMPIRIC DRAIN ON MY LIFE BLOOD THIS IS THE SYSTEM WITH ITS IMPERIAL FANGS WALKING ALONG GODS TIMELINE OF FATE AS THE END DRAWS NEARER THESE ITS PANGS TO BE SET FREE FROM THIS FIERCE PERSECUTION MY HEART PURE BORN OF THE LOVE OF GOD ALL THESE TRIALS AFFIRM MY CONSTITUTIONS STRENGTH JUST AS THE WORD PREDICTED IT WOULD I SO LONG TO ENTER INTO FATHERHOOD WITH SO MANY ABUNDANT RICH POWERFUL GIFTS TO GIVE TO SAVE MY SONS FROM A CERTAIN DEATH TO TRULY TEACH THEM HOW TO LIVE THAT IS MY MISSION OF NOW MY WILL AS GOD SEES FIT FOR ME WHICH WILL BECOME SO DECIDEDLY SIMPLER WHEN TH

Poetry...
I want to hurt her, make her feel a pain she’s never known. Her delicacy, I want to shatter. bruise upon bruise, scar upon scar. I will break her very existence, I will damage her very soul. I see no worth of her life, no value to her breath. Their love for her will perish, I will see to her demise. I want to see her blood, watch her suffering by my hands, smell the stench of Death, and feel the thrill of playing God. Her destruction is my amusement, her pain is my pleasure. Every part of me burns with a passion, a passion to see her slow and excruciating end. I want to toy with her hope, and obliterate her faith. The hatred thrives within my veins, she deserves a torturous passing. I see her face so vivid and it sickens me, the mirror shows my rival. Tonight, she will cease to exist, then I can rest easy, knowing that I can finally break free from…Her…

Poetry
Entering Another World Celebrating the darkness That falls most imperfectly Conjuring the dead that awake in my mind Slashing with their little knifes impaling me causing violent seizures and foaming out of my eyes like a devil spawn I cry helpless.. I cry being forced to commit to their ways becoming one one of those things people fear with acid like substance I shoot from my eyes I use it as a weapon fighting against them while enumerating 1...2...3...4 counting furthermore shifting the balance devouring them like a plague a sickness like cancer converting the darkness into light intertwining the two making another world another world..I still live in today.

Poetry
This Tether, bound to my soul, Dragging me backward, Back toward that abyss, the darkness that was my past. Forever straining and pulling against me. It threatens to send me again, Into a place that I do not want to be. Full of blood and stupor. A place of loss and sorrow, of hurt and of pain. Words across a screen, like a cable attached to my heart. Helping to keep me in the light, Holding me steady, keeping me stable. Words of support, and of caring, and of warmth. Words that I look forward to everyday, A picture that i sit and stare at. A feeling that I have long since denied existed inside of me. This and more is what she brings to me. I miss her when we are apart, And cherish her when we are together. She tethers me to the light, and to love...

Poetry Is Magick Manifest
I am inspired by mystery, by passion, by experience. Poetry is my heart and soul trying to make sense of it all, speaking metaphoricaly, and directly from the primal place of experience, my soul. poetry has revealed to me that there is no such thing as "paranormal" there is only the real, the experience and how we share common perceptions and call it comunication. What we refer to as paranormal, is in fact the normal, that we struggle to explain, and express. Perceptions can be decieving, relative to where we are when we try and understand them. Poetry removes these barriers, it is an open conduit from the unconscious, the universal place of experience, what Jung called the universal unconscious , or racial consciousness. poetry is the voice of the spirit. it is prophecy and meaning in and of itself, I believe that Poetry is in itself a "psychic" experience. soul to soul, heart to heart comunication. This is why Bards were sacred, and inviolate to the Druids and celts

Poetry Book
I am finally getting my writtings to the public. I am self publishing my poetry and my childrens story till I can come up with enough money to get them actually published and in the book stores. My poetry books are $20 each. For every 5 copies you purchase you will receive one free copy of my poetry and if you would like a free copy of my childrens story. Unfortunatly my childrens story still needs pictures. A receit will be issued with each purchase and each copy will autographed in case I do become good enough to get scheduled book sighnings. If you would like I will even personalize it for you or a loved one. You can email me at poetfreak1989@yahoo.com but that order will take aproximatly 24-48 hours to recieve. You can email me at 5755192327@vtext.com and i will get it immideatly or you can even txt me at 575.519.2327. I do ask that the money is either mailed or wired before your copy is sent to you. this will confirm that I am getting paid and that I can afford postage if neces

Poetry
Eyes are windows to the soul. A distant place most fear to go. Take a step or two closer if you dare.. Have faith child there is nothing to fear. Look past the eyes and tell me what you see?? You see an angel who spirit is shining through. Smiling on the other side of the glass right at you. Your heart beats fiercly full of desire. What your body is feeling is the warmth of the spirit of fire.

Poetry
i walk this road this road is mine i'm willing to share but i can't see anyone one it why? i hate this road, all alone i hear people all around me why can't i see them must i walk alone if so, how long what must i learn how to love, hate, or accept i never had someone to love i have been alone i hate to hate it is never good to hate i guess i must accept must i accept to be alone

A Poets Life
we are a dying breed society has no use for us we bring no money we bring no offering of what society feels they need all we offer is our passion , soul, and heart our gift is simply us a poets life is filled with passion for life and love but they are not loved they are alone no one loves a poet they love a poets work but never the holder of the words i could write for days and never tire i can pour more passion and life into a word then most but to just feel that love and passion returned is something i know i will never have does sorrow fill me no does anger touch me no do i regret my gift no i know what i am and i cannot change me i am either accepted as such or treated as less then human my love for others is undying i will never stop caring

Poetry
Gravity Sucks I took her home to dominate and posses Her will By design I became her slave By her very submission Conceding her every carnal whim I surrendered my pride and dignity No sense of self or will or purpose I hastened to her call Want of freedom never dreamed; My will completely hers in hand 'til such time as Gravity called it's due and cast from me these bonds of obsession

Poetry N Stuffz
some poetry i've written over the years. not saying it's any good... feel free to tear it apart, i honestly couldn't give a shit. 05-04-03 i am far too imperfect for myself to accepti am far too fragile to carry thisi cried like a frightened child todayand she didn't carebrushed it offchanged subjecti cannot do this much longertired of worrying about everyonetired of remembering everything for everyonetired of being the only one who seems to give a shiti want to stopi want my heart to fall silenti want the world to swallow me whole**************************************************************************************************************facade (06-02-03)this incessant lack of passionlike chinese water torturewearing away my soulone drop at a timethis loveless voidi jokingly call homeis nothing but the placewhere i sleep and try toforgeti remember the warmththe smilesthe hands heldcaring embracesnow impossible from the other side of this roomgoing through motionsfrightened

Poetry
I love to write poetry...PLANES, TRAINS AND AUTO MOBILESPlanes fly high in the sky above land afar in the distance amongst the sky one can see a plane fly high.Trains slither on their tracks, like a snake on land. moving 'bout through an' out mountainous regions that reach the sky.Automobiles roam 'bout freely; with many roads to travel one may not know where a road leads or when it will end.Planes, Trains and Automobiles take people on many journeys high in the sky; through mountainous regions an' along roads who knows when it will end.People make different choices everyday on how to view the world But there is one true way to view the world.....WITH A CLEAR MIND AND A GOOD HEART

Poetry Or Something Along Those Lines
numb to the inside out layed across the floor as if a corpse has replaced thy soul dead to the world yet not new to the dead reality is surfacing and i begin to relize who is this girl that everyone knows so well yet dont really know at all as i lay there i dont even recognize my own self when you fake who you are for so long you tend to believe you are this person until your walls come crashing down your true colors show everyone see's them yet no one will confront you maybe its best this way for people to believe that you are something else than what you truly are more than likely they wont like who you are behind closed doors so i will continue to hide who i really am its worked so well so far so here i go with a smile yet all the lies are right there between my teeth yet people dont look that hard time to face the world with the absent reality -lipstick_n_guns to whom reads dont take everything i say to heart its just food for thought

Poetry
writen with a pen, sealed with a kiss. if you leave me awnser me this, do you love me, or do you not . you told me once, but i forgot. so tell me now, but tell me true, so that i may tell you to. of all the guys ive ever met, your the one i cant forget. god picked you from all the rest, because he knew that your the best. so when i get to heaven and your not there, ill write your name everywhere. so all the angels in heaven can see, just how much you mean to me. if your not there by judgement day, ill no you went the other way . so just to prove my love to you, ill sneak to hell to be with you.

Poetry
Im about to dump a bunch of poetry in here...I want comments dammit! HiHave you met crazy yet?Let me introduce you.Happy, or so it seems on the surface.But what is really flashing in those crystal blue eyes?What is she really thinking?Plotting your murder? Grocery list? Book she’s reading?Mundane tasks to her.Thinking of that person she lives for, the one she loves to hate?Wondering what the weekend has in store?Simply ComplicatedPurplish hair, tattered jeansCollared and choked, in so many more ways than the physical.She always wants what she can’t (or wont) have, and is never happy with what she’s got.She plays the part well. But those that really know her, they see beneath the façade.And the one that should know her best; has no idea. Not a fuckin’ clue.Homicidal maniac. She would kill you in a second. With a sickle. Or a hatchet.Since it’s inevitable that she’s fucked up on somethingDrunk at noon? It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.Or is it one

Poetic Ephifany
embrace me o loving night, i look into the knight skye, and seee why i fell in loveturning from your cousin that burns so bright in the day and reveals everything that should not be, you my night i return to whos surrounds me envelops me and soothes me to allow me to live in your sanctuaryunder your eyes lighting my way under your carpets serenity, while your friends who sparkle with delight, the stars dance wiht us into the waning hours of our limited time love me o night, and kiss me again as you did the first time so that i may never lose the memory of why i so love the cocoon of shadows that shroud all that lurks in the dark but is only illuminated by your grace

Poetry
THE OPENING OF THE TRUNK (BY JIM MORRISO) -Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened & the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to w ander dazed& confus,d searchung here & there for teachers friends. tis what happens when i pen my mind tospiritual meditations to ealive my stres in my life

Poetry About 05-30-09
ALONE IN A CROWD The world starts spinningI feel like a marble in a cupThe air gets Heavy I feel like Giving up The World rushes past mein a never ending upContiniously fallingThe world around me is a rushI reach out for help but no one is thereIm alone in a crowd againand no one seems to care.The people they look at meI can feel it in their eyesThe gaze at me so simplyyes its them i despiseAlone in this crowd againI feel like falling to the groundtheres nothing i can dothe world keeps spinning aroundtheres no one beside meto touch my hands as they shakeIm alone in a crowd againIts not something you can fake.even in the back it is like everyone is aroundthey smile and laughthey touch they kissthey stare they mockunknowingly they jestits nothing intentionalits nothing they can hideIm alone in a crowd againAnd I feel like I could DIEIm so tired of being aloneEverywhere I goeven when im with my familyI know i go aloneBecause im alone in a crowd every single day.And unfortunatly for me

The Poet's Fix
I saw him while walking the highways of Neptune, Id heard that he lived on the moonI tried just to glance without drawing attention, but he caught me faster than soon His whispers were louder than anyone’s yelling and somehow Id caught that mans eyeI fell in love with his laughter from here ever after Id always remember that June He taught lessons in riddles that taste just like skittles and his best friend was old father time Love was his mother and Pluto his brother he spoke of them all in his rhymes

Poetry
The tree was my best friend so I killed him. Chopped his family to the ground, to make myself a home. In this spot lies a parking lot where all dreams go to be forgot. The memory fades, but the stains never wash away Now broken, alone, thrown from my home. Only the devils play.

Poetry
"JUST LIKE YOU" I can see the secrets That you hide behind your eyes I can see the sadness That you bury deep inside I can touch your heart As it crumbles into dust I can touch your soul As they all betray your trust I can feel your shame As you tell your desperate lies I can feel your pain As your courage slowly dies I can taste your anger As you rage against the dark I can taste your sorrow When your struggle leaves no mark I can understand All that you are going through I can understand Because I'm just. . .like . . .you

Poetry
Fly Away In a world of pain You called me up And played the game I did'nt know you'd hurt me so Rip me apart very slow Don't have to dry my eyes; no tears Just twisted wasted worried fear What to do now that your gone Bitter empty played out songs Over and over Time and Again I ask when will this suffering end? Tomorrow or maybe today Probably never That's what they say Continue to pour my heart and soul? Or close up and grow old alone? Decisions made I'm just fed up Sick of trying Done with love

Poetry- Truth Is Utterly Divorced From Reality
Fate must be mistakenOr conducted entirely by deceptionBecause the bravest thing is a dangerous confessionAnd a poor medium creates an unsecured loveTruth isn’t the property of an individualThe individual is the property of the truthAt first I neglected the duties of truthAnd found it left me with unsatisfied desiresCoupled with violent emotionsBut I decided to make a movement towards a larger influence of the worlds forcesI decided to build the foundation for civilizationThere was creative force behind the projectI’m convinced the world creates confidenceA confidence that is utterly divorced from realityAnd I figured Risk must be the production of enthusiasmAnd ones enthusiasm constitutes what they view as realityThough our elders try to penetrate the veil of confusionSooner or later they have to face the factsIt’s the intoxicating mentality of youthAnd when one realizes motives are rarely honestThey will move on without fearThey will move on in the face of compl

Poetry
Through my veins flow words. I turn those words into poems and short stories. I did this one to mark a special occasion in my life. Two days ago I celebrated 21 months with the love of my life. He made the comment it was a nice stepping stone. That is the inspiration behind this poem about the jagged rocks and smooth pebbles of relationships. It's a little wordy. So I thank you in advance for reading it. But, in my opinion, it is my best work to date. Stepping StonesTwenty-one months ago our lives changed for the better.At least in my opinion, I assume you feel the same.There have been many rocks along the way.Some made us stumble, others we’ve leapt over without a thought.This is to commemorate those small pebbles.Pain:From day one we knew this wasn’t going to be easy.True love isn’t simply sunshine and rainbows.Turtles have a hard impenetrable shell.Butterflies start life as ugly worms.We hurt the other to protect ourselves.Failing to realize it does more harm

Poetry
Souls of Destiny It may have been in a dream, So real it seemed. Was it among the stars, So close yet so far. In the breeze, It must have been in the waves on the seas. These are all that brought us to, Our Souls of Destny. Was it in tears of pain, That two hearts became on in the same. It was our souls calling out each others names. We are two Souls of Destiny. I am your soul, As you are mine.; Two Souls bound together forever in Time. This is for you my love. Tabatha Lynn

Poetry #1
Love meLove me 'cause I'm your only oneThat beautiful fulfillmentof sensual concealment...you give me butterfliesFuck mefuck me like you fucked herthat erotic releaseof absolute bliss...your secretive lying eyesHug mehug me 'cause I'll never see you againthat painful sensationof my desperation...you'll be my demiseHate mehate me like you've never hated beforethat sensitive exposureof not having closure...you say your final goodbye -ash

Poetry #2
The unwanted lonerWho's never good enoughan outcastthat had to be toughfrustrated and unforgivenThe simple girlwho's always had it rougha whorethat wants to be lovedJaded and uncertainThe best friendwho's very poetican addictthat's smile is syntheticoutdated and forgottenThe awesome girlfriendwho always wants what's bestan exthat never passed the testunneeded and fallen -ash

Poetry * Slave Of Fear & Others By Marq
I'm not going to go into the details of this blog, however, most that have known me will figured out where and what it stems from. All of the poems represent what I ve dealt with in the past 2 years. But it has finally come to pass... Next problem! This blog scrolls. Slave Of Fear Tragic eyes of a tormented soul Made broken & callous from an arrogant asshole Left terrified, isolated, cynical, and cold Blind to the obvious with no belief in what she’s told Searching for defects & ulterior motives When none exist & she should know t

Poetry
I'm sitting here at my computer screen with thoughts that are still unclear,The Thoughts pass through my mind and deep inside i feel the fear.My Mind is acheing and my tears run dry,I don't know why but it sems i forgot how to cry.Maybe Ive become numb from the Past,Knowing that good things never last.I dont know why but i can't seem to let my heart feel ,Anything that may be real.I dont let any one inNor do i let anything out,This is the way it has to because for some reason im filled with doubt.I see a pattern of times before, a different man, but yet the same door.walking in out i see them leave,So im left with nothing but this broken piece of life,So how am I suppossed to know whats right.They say you can't love until you love yourself,But how can this be true,Cause I look around and find something else.I find that love in you.But because I'am blind and refuse to see,It's not that i dont want to.But its because the pain is blinding me.I geuss this is just a part of my life i must l

Poetry
SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each dayOn the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an

Poetrys
THE WORLD DOSE NOT CLOSE IN YOUR EYES..THERE YOU ARE BORN..WITH THE WEIGHT OF ONE LIP ON ANOTHER.. THERE EVERYTHING FITS..AS IN A ROOM THAT GROWS EMPTIER AND EMPTIER.. YOU.. YOU ARE NOT IN YOUR EYES..YOU ARE HERE.. HINTING AT PRESENCE..IRRESISITBLE..AS IF TRAPPED SOLID.. AS A STATUE..SOMEONE BURIES YOU..FORGETS YOU BEHIND AWKWARDNESS..YES..THE SHADOW IS STATUE.. THE STATUE KNOWS A LOT.. BUT ONCE AGAIN YOU TOUCH WALLS..FACES..AND THE WARMTH OF A CUP CREATES ORDER..MY CUP RUNNETH OVER..BESIDE YOU..BREWING WORDS.. BRAISING THEM.. SINCE YOU HAVE NOT YET STAYED ON YOUR EYELID..YOU ARE HERE..IN PALMS NO GYPSY WILL READ..TOUCH THEM..TUNNEL BETWEEN THESE LINES..MOLE...MAKE YOUR LITTEL SPACE... POETRYS.... FOR THESE ARE MARKS OF OPEN HEARTS..THE HEART OF POETRIES THAT WALK AND ECHO'SPAST PRESENT AND FUTURE...POETRY SONNET'S, REIGNING SOULS EVOLUTIONREVOLVING THE ART ... POETRYS... NATE FUEGO.. FUEGO POETICAS...

Poetic Urge #67
o fubar your mountainous fires of night like sand under a summer dress give up your high virgin and delve into the foe symmetry of your hallowed halls stand and sleep in the misty fog of earl that poet which is enamoured with underground decadence shall prevail in clamours of polyphonic sprees and empathically take fall again in thy enamoured prowess leading the world to an apocalyptic end hapless and insane in the wind and fire... and she, innocent and chaste will return in a glowing and fiery trance in habit of what has come to be and poor sinners will rejoice waving their nations flag then I shall be redeemed --unknown, scribbled on ancient pavement

Poetry Sings
BRING ALL YOUR OLD BURIED SORROWS TO THE CUP OF THIS NEW LIFE... POETRIES SING SHOW ME YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR FURROW, SAY TO ME...DEATH AND BEYOND..BEYOND THE GEMZ THAT DIDN'T SHINE OR, THE EARTH DIDN'T DELIVER THE STONE OR THE GRAIN IN TIME ON TIME... POETRY SINGS POINT OUT TO ME THE ROCK ON WHICH YOU FELL AND THE WOOD ON WHICH THEY CRUCIFIED YOUR WORDZ, BURN THE ANCIENT FLINTS BRIGHT FOR ME..THE ANCIENT LAMPS, LASHING WHIPS STUCK FOR CENTURIES..TO ITZ WOUNDS STAINS INGRAILED POETRIES.. POETRIES SING BRILLIANT WITH BLOODSTAINED HANDS YET I GRASP MY PEN IN AWE...I COME TO SPEAK THREW VERSES PROSE KNOW NOTS VERSING HEAD KNOTS, SPEAK THROUGH DEAD MOUTHS AND IGNORANT MINDS.. THROUGH THE EARTH UNITE ALL IN THE SILENCE OF THESE SPLIT LIPED VERSES.. POETRIES SING FROM THE DEPTHS SPEAK TO ME ALL NIGHT LONG AZ WE JOURNEY POETRIES SONGS THAT HYMM THE ESSENCE OF OUR EXSISTENCE WERE WE ANCHORED TOGETHER, EVERYTHING SHARP THE POINT OF THE KNIFE...THIS IS MY PEN UNBARD IN INK THREW MORTALITIES SIN, TH

Poetry
Poetry Poetry is the voice of my heart Speaking to your thoughts Causing you to feel Whether you want to or not It tells the story of my life From beginning to end Expressing my thoughts in words That you may comprehend There are only a few among us That can make a picture with words However, we go on speaking Until each feeling is heard It gives you my passion The key to my heart Open the door, unlock it Experience my form of art Melissa Lay September 1995

Poetry2
The starlit night is endless, like the heart it is also beautiful. The stars represent a point in space, just as in the heart are the points the people closest to us hold. Everytime you look at the starlit night, remember it could be a reflection of whats inside you.

Poetry From My Book
How do you deal with pain?When it consumes you like the heat of a summers’ dayWhen all your life you’ve hidden it awayThen someone comes along and says it doesn’t have to be that waySays be yourself you are a flowerYou let go, then in a blink of an eye your world turns sourHow do you deal with pain?When you lye in a sea of disparityOvertaken with thoughts of uncertaintyHow do you deal with pain?When all the acts and words you thought to be trueTurn out to be lies simply fed to youHow do you deal with pain?When it comes to passThat preceding daysWere filled with misguided notionsShowered with false emotionsHow do you deal with pain?When all you thought was real in your lifeEnds up in strifeHow do you deal with pain?If what you feel devours you spiritIf everyday you constantly feel itHow do you deal with pain?When expectations of the one you loveSeemed not so far out of reachWhen foreseen acts of the one you loveAppeared as though they would not end up breachHow do you

Poetry * The Master, Mentors
Ok, well this isn't for everyone. It was inspired by a few people.. dedicated to mainly two. At any rate, I hope you enjoy... I may add the video voice over later The Master, Mentors. (Clears throat, and hones voice's serious tone) You ache, you beg, you’ve plead to be freed, From those troubles, woes, & insecurities. Hush .. lend your ear… Now, listen to Me, As I explain the methods to sate your needs. Take My hand, I ll lead, down the path to liberty Yet you must follow, obey, and trust Me to see. Relax, let go… meditate… breathe. Purge the mind, be cleansed… if you desire to achieve. You’ve sought my guidance, Well, here it is… so, try this. Your way hasn’t worked, Time to reflect and be silent… First, plunder your subconscious for internal realizations… (Now transition) To singularly weeding through your existing aberrations… (For transmutation) Then excavate those roots of entrenched implications… (Evoking transfiguration) Discarding to the win

Poetry At A Couth Hour
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. During the fall of my junior year at Stetson (this would by fall 1992, if you want to guess my age), some liberal arts majors on the Stetson Publications Board got together a Thursday night gathering in the Forest of Arden where anyone who wanted to from the campus or community could read poetry, either what they’d written or something they chose to recite. I did most of my own poetry then, I recall; call it an open mike night for poetry. Outdoors, with blankets if you wanted (or brought) them, starting at ten p.m. came “Poetry At An Uncouth Hour”. I was there most nights my junior year and the first

Poetry ~ An Ascendant Diagnosis
Response to one of Drow's status's: 'I live my life, full speed, full throttle, wrap my hand around the mic like a bum around a bottle, my philosophy is take a risk, cause its got to be..my way, or the highway, aint no man stoppin me...' I expounded on afterwards cuz I was feeling it. Imma dub it... An Ascendant Diagnosis Word, care free?... Ya gotta be, Stop me?... impossibly! Life's too short to live a dichotomy I control, I Lead, ma'fuck a destiny... I'm not a slave or puppet to the powers that be. I decide, & I ll thrive, ... carvin my path to liberty Of self & mind,.. I'm jus MarQ intrinsically Sheep follow feebly, indoctrinated …merely, Blind to these facts, an oblivious to see... They're lacking that ability to peer through clearly The facades and ruses that abound, disingenuously Or even the core of their own weaknesses, emotionally Decipher what dwells deep down subconsciously With no knowledge of self, it’s just a cycle of misery Isn't it a damn shame…

Poetry
The Great MarriageThe patterns of life pulse through us allas the crimson fires burn bright.The ancient moon glows over the land,as we celebrate our ancestors this night.An ancient voice whispers on the wind,telling a tale of their plight.Heroic legends and profound love,the triumphant sagas of their life.The drums pulse in the ancient rhythms,as we dance around the circle.Weaving in the oldest patterns,as did this night our ancestors.Soon the euphoria will manifest,and all will be as one.The spirits of the ancestors,The Goddess and man as one.

Poets.
my southern belle "leave me the fuck alone!"i scream"i'm writing, here. i'm writing."and my southern belle says"okay, darlin'okay. i'mma jes leave you alone.i'mma jes leave quietly."and then i realize,i don't want her to leave quietly.i want her to leavewith the sound of trumpets and horns,or maybea bugle blast of announcements saying"make way, make way,the southern belle, queen of poets hearts,is exiting and entering."like the noise my ears makewhen she kisses meand like the sound my heart makeswhen she looks into my eyesand says"this southern belle, darlin'?wants you like no otha'." how i adore old flames.

Poetry
I wrote this for someone special... You know who you are Kinky Call! Another night of no sleep Laying in my bed alone Wicked thoughts cross my mind As I hear the ringing phone I pick it up and hear a voice The voice of the man I need Wondering if he’ll realize I want him to plant his seed The talk is simple “how are you?” Are you lying in your bed As passion grows within me And a fantasy feels my head My fingers start to fondle My nipples harden with desire You ask me what I’m doing And say come light my fire You tell me your cock is hard And I blush as if you knew My fingers touching lower My clit is hard for you Our moans go deeper gasping For the passion to last all night Imagining your cock inside me I fantasize the thought I hear a groan outside my window Then a quick and anxious knock… With a moan and gasp you say to me Baby open the door and suck my cock… I open the door with nothing on And you lean down to kiss me… I say wait, And

Poetry
poem i wrote about me ... A heart is a fragile thing A piece of glass Break it once The shards cut deepBreak it twice The scars are manyBreak it thrice The heart is hardened But I...Ihave been broken A thousand timesI have died A thousand deathsThe shards a many I do not heal They torment me Night and dayThey are all around me The pieces of my heart My broken glassI cannot count them Everything i touch I feel themEverything i feel is painOnce I felt them Cut me deeplyWhen the glass Was freshly brokencut me deep And killed me deeperTore my flesh And rent my soulTrod and trod upon again My glass heart shatteredits pieces Thrown aglittering Upon the groundThe shards surroud me I cannot see them They are to smallBut a Glass

Poetry
The voice of a broken butterfly.A million miles of highway stained black by the sky's tears,and we all sit in obscurity, sliding by with fake smiles.Why do we expect more than we have given,and refuse to remember the kindness in the world.Voices raised with emotion cut deep into our hearts,words that were meant to sting emotionally bleed us to death.They never knew that "you can do it," sounded condescendingwhere there was suppose to be inspiration, and encouragement.Line after line of emotional overcontrol, words instead of fists,why can't the world all practice the same therapy.Instead they, we, us, everyone just stares out a rain streaked window,wishing for the sun in a world where the darkness is permanentlyetched into our souls, no escape.Thoughts you can't explain, and only human degrees choose to listen,the certified insane, teaching us to be complete.Where has our love gone, relationship out of routine, unable to be broken.I want to stand on the edge of the Grand Canyon, and

Poetry
I gave you life, but cannot live it for you. I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you. I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe. I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you. I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you beautiful inside. I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you. I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you. I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish. I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor. I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you. I can tell you about alcohol & drugs, but I can't say "No" for you. I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you. I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God. I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life. I can love you with uncondi

Poetry
blue roses of my love bleed rite thru,loving to find someone newhoping and wishing he came true,but all i see is pain from you,stukk on the past i cant grasp,trying to hold on but im not that strong,trying to find a better kind,waiting to see what i need,looking for u to come true,grasping it tighter i found my way looking for love not just pain

Poetry
wind blowsthe air flowslight happans if u golove will followyou will seeits hard to really leavelife blossoms in this placeyou will find a better escapelove will grow when you breathethat gurl will love you unconditionalygive it timeit will beyou will find what you needwhen you find her let her goif she loves you she will knowif its true she will seeshe will come bacc so let it beit will be done this i knowif not then let it go

Poetry
Love is like magic and it always will be, For love still remains life's sweet mystery. Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange And there's nothing in life that love cannot change! Love can transform the most commonplace Into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace. Love is unselfish, understanding and kind, For it sees with its heart and not with its mind. Love is the answer that everyone seeks... Love is the language that every heart speaks. Love can't be bought, it is priceless and free, Love, like pure magic, is life's sweet mystery!

A Poet's Death Is His Life
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens. There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling. In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying, staring at the dim light of his oil lamp, made to flicker by the entering winds. He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing. He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lops a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness. He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich. He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings. He as noble soul, sent by the Goddess of Understan

Poetry......the Abyss.....
The cold, dark, dank, deep recesses of my mind,The abysmal black hole of my soul.Something is lost in the translation of happiness,Sorrow fills my senses,A longing, a deep wanting,Craving for something unseen.No peace shall be found.No relief, No warmth,Nothing will ease the constant pain.It is like something rain, rain, raining on you,Reliving the everlasting nightmare.No happy thoughts, just deep wretched blackness.Everlasting hatred for this putrid stench of dreariness,That lingers within you.Until one day something brightens your life,Making everything seem worthwhile,And you know now only sunny days shall you have.No more dreary shadows to darken your doorstep.No more gloom to eviscerate your dreams,And you know now all your dreams will come true.

Poetry Workshop 7/2/09
Workshop w/Nicole Prompt: I was taught…& now I know Funny little lessons sprinkled on a childhood veiled in normalcy. Strange how by example sunk deeper into my awareness of conscious than any by the hand preaching ever could. I was taught by stitched up lips that speaking up was sacrilege, that the gaze of our pupils were only meant to be cursory acquaintances. There’s a Grand Canyon gap few are aware of between being taught a lesson and learning one. My misshapen diction that never found a puzzle piece home, always felt worn-in comfortable. Edit by 50% By example sunk deeper into my conscious awareness than any lesson taught by hand in a childhood veiled in normalcy. Speaking up was sacrilege screamed those stitched up lips. My direct gaze never quite catching your pupils’ perpetual dance of escape. Misshapen diction without a puzzle piece home fit me just like worn-in comfortable shoes. Edit to 50 words Examples quicksa

Poetry Workshop 7/16/09
Workshop w/Connor 15 – 10 – 5 – line reduction exercise then down to 6 words Prompt: There is nothing here 15 lines There is nothing here. Finally, the boxes have been inventoried, the memories have been catalogued. Emotional spring cleaning of the torrential aftermath of our separation. At first the realization that there is nothing here was the zipper caught with the fabric of betrayal that can no longer realign its tracks. Conceding that the ignored worn threads foretold of screams that were only eclipsed by the roar of the vacuum of silence. But now, stripped bare of the blindfolds of convenience, we now stand as we once did; as friends without agendas. We can now smile and say there is nothing here. Each prepared to paint on our own canvases. 10 lines Inventoried boxes of catalogued memories yielded from emotional spring cleaning left in the torrential aftermath of our separation. The zipper of our marriage got caught

Poetry Workshop 6/17/09
Windows to the soul Are they really? Do you ever question the validity of this well-worn cliché? Is it as easy to see as the colors and flecks? Or do the eyes require beams of light to unveil the sedimentary layers of truth? Ironic that this phrase gives any comfort at all. Such a desperate need to spelunker into the many caverns of other's emotions, while we still reach to close the blinds lest they see ours.

Poetry
1,2,3,4 slaming fingers in the door watching you cry out in pain seeing the color from your face drain 5,6,7,8 watching the pain I can slowly create cutting you deep and watching you bleed on the floor your tears and blood conjugate 9,10 your only hoping that all pretend but the truth must be told your eyes forever open your skin forever cold

Poetry, Art Work And Etc.
I have traveled oh, so many paths; that you have not yet had to walk.... Learned hard lessens, both old and new; now those wisdoms that i have learned- I got to share them with you . Always let your kindness spread; like the sun that shines down upon everyone.... Embrace those who are bitterly saddened by grief; Respect their dignity, give them a sense of joy- Leave them with a feeling of comfort.... and glad that you were their for them. Forgive all those who want to hurt you; Put aside your pride and listen....

Poetry
One whisper upon your lips, Those Silent words i long to kiss. The hum in your breathe, It's rythmn of silence scare me to death. A hush so suprised, This feeling deep with in what a rush. The stir of silence takes on the meaning of sadness, Yet this is my guidance. The breeze among the leaves, It is singing it's melody to you and me. Chirping birds dance through the sky, We watch them dance on by. Many Stars light up the night, So silent yet so bright. The stir of silence fill the air, I want to reach your soul to consume you with, love and care. So this stir of silence is pure, This stir of silence is our hearts only cure.

Poetry
That look, I am hooked, The sound, I feel you all around. The way you feel, So sensual oh so real. When I kiss you the world around me slips away. So passionate so sweet, Our bodies melt together as they meet. I feel your skin of fire, We slide together with lust. Full filling every desire. You put your hands in mine, As we thrust with a rythmn in time. Sensual touch, I long for this oh so much.

Poetry
Though I love you so much I want you to know Though you mea nthe world to me I'm learning to let you go. You can only become so close to someone befor you let then fall I didn't want to admit it It was easier to lie To hide the hurt and emptiness To smile, instead of cry Because things are very different now and you are not the same For every time you hurt me, another scar is gain... Is this only a game you're playing or is this how it's always going to be? One day you say it's over and the next you're saying how much you need me. I've decided that I'll try, try and find another But the feelings I have for you I'll never feel for any other I just have one more question, Are you willing and ready to sacrafice our love so that we can be just friends?

Poetry
As I watch the rain fall I wait for someone to call Someone to call my name Someone who feels the same As the rain drips down the glass I think about my past All the things people have said to me How all I want is to be free Free from all the pain and fear I've suffered too much these past few years I wish that I was different in so many ways Life has been so hard these past days As I listen to the rain fall I wait for someone to call Someone to say they love me Someone who can set me free Free from worry and pain But tight now I'll just sit and watch the rain.

Poetry
To be free To fly againTo feel aliveTo know deathWhy did he love me?How did he love me?When did he love me?Where did he love me?ConfusionUnanswered questionsNo peaceNo clueA pastA presentA futureNothing knownCluelessQuestionsAnswersLostI need directionI need someoneI need no oneI need everyoneA princessA warriorA kingA peasantYet today I Feel as I Am nothingNo oneNothing in betweenNothing hereNothing thereI walked thisEarth for thousands Of yearsSearching WaitingWonderingWatchingThey come They goAloneIn the darknessTo dealTo acceptTo acknowledgeTo becomeWho I once wasWho I amWho I will beEverything collidesThe presentThe pastThe futureOne by oneThey drop inThen they leaveNo where to been seenGo thenLeave Your good at itAs you always have been

Poetry
Taken away,Destroyed,Thrown,And torn.Where do we turn?Who do we go to?Silent tears and cries unheard.Our innocence stolen.Always afraid.Unsure of who to trust.Everything gone and stolen away.Love is dirty.Everything contaminated.We want to care.We want to trust.But Stolen Innocence is all we have.

Poetry
I am misunderstanding tucked under layers of skin Nameless, an outcast to society’s rules. An heartless soul unfit for love; Your greatest mistake and only passion. I am not man. A constant inhaling machine of hate With optional exhaling sequence to love. Fueled by the flow of deception through my veins. I am not man I repeat. I bleed vengeance, embrace all pain Dream of evil and lay with the devil Beneath blankets of fears and unfaithful tears. . &

A Poets Heart
During your absence my heart dives,So deeply into greys and mist.It's wants for you are long,Ever so many to list. You have captured it with your smile,And forever will own it whole.Forever now it lives for you,Your all it wants to know. To take a poets heart,And mend it as your own.It longs for your mystery's,For all you've ever known. Hold it close to your heart,So thier pulses intertwine.And forever I would hold yours,Ever so close to mine.

Poetry
Tonight there is silenceNo words spokenNo sounds to be heardDarkness encircles meNo light to be seenBlindness over takes meDo I search for the sounds once more?Do I search for the light I once had?What do I do?Have I found something that only other eyes can see?Will I ever know what there is to see?Will I hear that which I once did?Sometimes we don't cherish what we haveThen it is goneNo longer to be had I hate my gifts at timesNow I feel them slipping awayI want themHow do I gain what I have lost?Or have I really lost what I had?Is this just a test that I must pass?Going on is what I haveEyes of a child in growthEars of the child withinI need so muchI want so muchI wait in the open to receive what I need to haveWaitingPatienceWonderingAmazementWonderSightFore sight of what is to comeThe sounds of the past and the futureEverything the way it must beI am the visionary The one that leads those around meThy who brings clarityI see that which I shouldn'tI hear that which isn't talked about

Poetry
Thoughts racing No end in sightTurmoil destined To DestroyComfortable?UnknownSafe?UnknownAm I where I belong?Is there more than what I see?Is there places that hold my future?LostHello?Is there anyone there?Where are you?Who are you?VoicesEchosVisionsUnclearAm I really hearing people?Do my ears deceive me?Are my eyes playing tricks?Am I seeing what is before me?Turning within one circleNo beginning No endFollowing never leadingEyes please don't fail meEars listen carefullyHeart don't lie to meSoul be trueNothing makes senseEverything jumbled within meTricks and games is what I feelAre these feelings true?Have I failed?Did I lose?Is this my fate?What do I do?I know questions are only answered by the one that holds themBut how do I know what the answer is?Will I find it?Will it elude me as it always has?Confusion is not what I have known before nowLost is not what I am use toUnsure is not what needs to beI just don't knowI am feeling feelings of despairFeelings of confusionOf lostOf unsa

Poet
TONIADAILY EFFORTS EACH MOMENT TRY,LOST TO ETERNITY THEY SEEM TO BE.WITH EACH BREATH ON THAT WE RELY,MY THOUGHTS WILL REST WITH THEE.NO MATTER HOW IT FINISHES,YOUR SPIRIT ANCHORS ME.WHILE I KNOW MY IMAGE IS VIRTUAL,YOUR’S IN MY HEART WILL EVER BE.THE ANGELnCHAINS ENTRANCES THE MIND,OF POET THE AGING HARE.FRIENDSHIP FOR US SHALL BE,A CULMINATION OF THAT WE DO SHARE.LET YOUR HEART REST ASSURE,THAT THOUGH EACH DAY MAY END.THAT REGRET NOT LIVES AMONG MY THOUGHTS,I WOULD LOVINGLY EACH DAY CALL YOU…. FRIEND.THANK YOU FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP….YOUR SERVANTPOET

Poetry
i never knew how much love my heart could hold until the day you girls were born. looking down into your precious little faces i knew my life was forever changed. i counted each of your tiny little fingers and each of your teeny little toes. i kissed your little chubby cheeks and even your cute little nose. i cuddled you up so very close, cuddled you skin to skin. i laughed when nana said now that you were out you would try to get back in. when you opened your eyes so big and bright, i knew i always wanted to be there directly in your sight. as the weeks flew buy you grew so very big, just to hear your adorable laugh i would dance a jig. you are all my precious little baby girls, with your heads so full of bouncing curls. even when you make me spend and spend, i will love you until the very end

Poetry
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, 'You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why? when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?' The Lord replied, 'The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY MEMBERS WHO ARE NO LONGER HERE WITH US IN A PHYSICAL FORM, KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH! I WILL ALWAYS HAVE PLACE IN MY HEART FOR YOU!

Poetry
is it wrong for me to loveto desire two parts of the same wholehalf of me is torn it seemsnever quite fitting all the seamsi burn for one i yearn for the othernever quite finding the niche i discoveredtempted by the forbidden fruit it seemsso soft so lush my mind seems to dreamlace and purity soft creamy skinlips red as rubies this is my one sini need to know am i living a liedoes my body desire something that will never be minewill i know can i you temptress of my heartif in this desire i play aparti must sit here and wait till the day that i findif i am missing an angel somewhere in my mind

Poetry
I saw you...and that was enough... To covet your heart your strength your love My vampiric heart began to beat... Needing to feel your lips on me Lust turned to love in our first gaze Setting my mind and my soul ablaze Touture terrifically clouding my mind Wondering if and when your be mine Feeling you feather light hands on my breast Your mouth pressed tight to me I cannot resist Exctasy flooding my very soul I cannot resist I'm loosing control Naked my body pressed tight into you The blood pounding in me so loud as I swoon Pleasure and pain pervade my body Crying out my love to you loudly Feeling you fill me as never before I love you I love you repeats my soul Slowly kissing every inch of your flesh Laying my head down apon your chest This coming together in perfect unison Will be forever now that its begun.

Poetry
Oct. 21- Midnight.- For hours I have watched you waiting for the right opportunity. Finally it came! I snatched you right from the sidewalk without a sound. It comes so fast you probally dont have time to react to the events that are going on. Fifteen minutes later you lie on my table an assortment of tools within my grasp, Not to mention my favorite arrangement of blades. For a minute or so I admire you lifting a carving knife stroking the cold steel across your bare flesh. Nonetheless you make no movement knowing at any minute I could slice you to ribbons. The twisted gleam of a smirk came across my face as I rose the razor sharp blade over my head dramatically in a fashionable manner like a killer does a slasher film. These only words escaping my lips as such. "Lets see what your made of bitch!" The first thrust lodged the blade deep in your skull. You didn't even satisfy me with a scream. I switch blades, again I thrust the blade into your flesh this time up to the handle I pull

Poetry
Thoughts... are like a gentle breeze blowing thriugh thr treetops... on a Summers day Swirling through your mind The memories begin to stir.. like the leaves of a Willow Thoughts are timeless... memories never end... and the wind goes on forever

Poetry
I saw a willow in the field I knew I had to climb to scamper up the branches there and leave the world behind I head up through the treetops just to see the sky above to smell the sweetness in the air and feel my distant love I look below to see the ground and feel I`ve gone too high that`s when the squirrel jumped on my leg and bit me in the thigh I fell from grace and saw the earth and feared the taste of dirt I still recall my final thoughts man this is gonna hurt she nuzzled gently on my ear to wake me from my slumber I feel for bite marks on my leg and ever do I wonder she asks me very softly how I knew our love would be I said because you saved my ass when I fell from the God Damn tree

Poetry
1.standing out thereim not the girl i wasi dont knowim lying.embarrassed.betrayedby myself.young.eager.willing.persistant.ripe.but not sweet.jaded.unsatisfied.the taste of youon my lips.wet and cynical.lost. 2.salt on my lipsi just can't lick cleanoil on my fingersglitter in my eyesair in my lungsfingers on my thighsfeet off the groundhead somewhere elsestomach in knotstied to right hereright now heart beating fastwhisper in my earshow long will this lastskin covered in sweatbones covered in bonestalent wasted soaked bedsheetstorn wallpapersalt on my lipstongue on my lipsand you. 3.why are you always therejust when im walking out the dooron someones lipsin my dreamsin black and whitei am singing your songs nowi am looking for the way outi am ready to forgive youand dying to hold a grudge.you were just what i neededat exactly the right timenow i think about iti cringeyet the longing doesnt fadei still taste yougod you were sweetand i became so sourtainted and wrong.why are you n

The Poet And The Brick
It is not the first time I have had an entry with this name... But it is the last time for me to ever mention the brick again... To those that have no idea what I am talking about and about to call me a total wacko, well I might be but listen up... Serenity, aka "Clothing Optional", a former friend of mine and the girl I used to be in love with, and I have grown apart... At the last entry I mentioned "The Poet and The Brick" I meant her and me, those entries have been removed but this one will stay... I had known Serenity for like 8 years or so I believe, been in love with her from day one and she knew it, since I told her and she did flirt with me... But as time went by, me and Serenity grew further and further apart... I tried so salvage the pieces, this was the first time I mentioned her here as "The Brick", but didn't succeed... Serenity spent less and less time talking with me and finanly I told her that I couldn't try to salvage something that wasn't going to work, it requ

Poetry
Dedicated to my sons Logan And Steven Whispers in the night calling for the fight, Freedom is what they say Blessed freedom will come our way, That is what they pray Too many wars and too many battles, No with true just cause. Harboring grudges, Like a kitten with viscous claws Innocents dieing on either side, Tell me where this is right What right do we have as mortal men to carry the weight of the world within? To create hate were we should love? To believe in no God of any kind above, To lose ourselves within this hate True sorrow is what should fill our plates, We are all humans with the same ended fate It matters not what we believe in, Nor how we look within our skin We all long for the same freedom A world without war, Now that would be something to see, Somewhat of a dream to me I do no clam to understand it all, But I know in time with war we will be our own down fall Brothers killing brothers all because of differences in faith

Poetry
The thoughts that consume my heart and soul, Beat faster with in time. There is no end to this I find, The true confinement is within my mind. Trouble brewing deep in thought, Curses over love lost. Table of time, Why must you be so unkind? When does the preacher make his stop? Chiming to a tune long since forgot. Hark now do the angels hear it, Does it keep the solemn time? In the rhythm of this music, That is were I find my mind.

Poetry
Shimming in the moonlight, Sky is the faith in love that flies. Soaring throughout the mountain side, Heart's wonders do rise. Rare it is still and hard to hold, Like sand sifting through the fingers of your hand. Faith is strong, Yet love remains gone. We fill the void with not so wondrous things, Greed, hate, self hate, is the main. Humans are we a confusing lot, Longing for love, Yet we forgot. We forgot love so long ago what it really means for us all to hold. So softly and tenderly, Like a new born child. Real love is not meek nor is it mild, Real love my friend is so strong and so still;

Poetry
My Friend As the sun dips down to the west, The skies turn pink to a blush color; The wind blows my hair back across my broad shoulders; I look across the beach and find a soaked red rose drowning int he ocean I picked it up and said, I pick you up like I would pick anybody that is down my friend; Dream of Desire Dreams, Dreams, Dreams, show themselves and disappear; They come forth and then leave; When I dream of you, My heart melts into a liquid love to surround you, and never lets you out of my sight; The ocean crashes like thunder, lightning flashes through the dark windy night; The birds scream their flawless echo's across the sea; All that is left is your love heating me with desire; Dream Spell As I look off in the distant blue ocean; As the crystal wind blows through my hair; I dreamed of a next walking up to her and giving her a rose; A rose which was leading my heart out to hers; the beautiful woman grasped the rose firmly; I blacked out, but whe

Poetry...
You tell me about your worries You tell me about your fears I sorrow those days, that I can't calm your fears I think about the future I think about the past I think about those days that we wish could always last Those other days that your in pain that i know i can't release It's all locked up inside your heart and you've thrown away the keys I wish i could take away all your suffering and sorrow I wish I could say for sure that we're all promised another tomorrow The fact of the matter is that we dont know what life brings us So just know that I'm always here for you, no matter what comes at us I'm always here.....

The Poet's Heart.
No uttered words the poet speaks, No skies of golden hue, No tales of unrequited love, They were lost when I lost you. No words to caress his lover's heart, And gone the dreams he swore they'd live, But alone within the poet dwells, No uttered words... none left to give. No music swells within his soul, Just silence surrounds his heart, And the solitude engulfs his world, When the poet and love depart. And lost the beauty he once could see, And the glory he saw each day, Now the poet pens his last farewell, No more love can he convey. But what's the poet's soul to do? To release the love he feels, For he'll surely die and wither, If that love he now conceals. He must hide the hurt and heartache, Just smile to friends and say, I'm fine... love doesn't matters, And deceive them all that way. For a different face he'll show them, To barricade his pain, To hide his shattered spirit, From the love he ne'er attained. But the pain within shall kill h

Poetry
I remember the days years ago When you were still here Still here to dry my tears When I was sad You'd make me feel better When I felt bad As the years passed by I loved you more Til you decided to walk through that door Your work left undone And me still drying my tears As I sit here thinking Painful memories flooding back Still thinking as if you're still here Memories, memories, painful ones In memory of your loving soul ***Side note....I wrote this in 1999...I copied it from the book it's published in...In loving memory of Uncle Brian

Poetry
As the wind whispers The world results in change The clouds float by slowly Always out oWhich always hangs around Always out of range The tree's leaves fall Red, green, orange Beautiful for all As the wind whispers The grass lays down It bows to the sun Which always hangs around As the wind whispers The ocean ripples with life As the wind whispers A smile crosses my face Whispers in the wind Produce a kindred soul We all need somebody Somebody special to love ***Another poem I wrote in 99***

Poetry Feelings
I’m tired of being misunderstood, ... See More nerves are shot, weak – like old wood. I’m tired of being ill, no energy, can’t think, losing my skills. I’m tired of so-called friends, stabbing me in the back, again and again. I’m tired of trying to make things right, i give up – I surrender, no will to fight. I’m tired of seeing others in pain, raises frustration, drives me insane. I’m tired of not being able to cry, i’d melt away, nothing left inside. I’m tired because I can’t feel, walking in a daze – numb this can’t be real. I’m tired of being “strong,” i’m weak, i’m fragile, its gone on way to long. I don’t know what else to say, i’m hoping, i’m dreaming, i’m begging, i’m pleading, please, take this feeling away. Right now… I’m just tired…

.:poetry Of The Body:.
in my mind i'm holding you. and in your way you give yourself over to me while still staying strong within. something i could never do. you never knew the difference between a lie and sincerity as long as it was what you wanted to hear don't believe me for a second. i cannot begin to explain to you the innerworkings of my intricate lie i've begun to believe is my life. in truth, no one knows the real me, not even myself. knowing the enemy is half the battle but the war is nowhere near over even with your arms wrapped around me, i'm distant and wandering. if you looked into my eyes, truly looked, you'd see i was far away. i'm lost in my own thoughts, my own insecurities, yet from my lips fall the phrases you need to hear to believe me. everything will be okay. nothing's as bad as it seems. it can't rain all the time. it's as if i'm really there, isn't it? that's what i'd have you believe. that's what will bring you closer to me. there's nothing i want more right now

Poetry
My love for you so deep and true I take heart in what I do Darkness and madness grow inside My obsession is in overdrive Ectasy sweet like a budding flower Weeds strangle love and make it sour I follow you I temper trust I let my hate empower lust

Poetry
Damn my rebel heart keeps beating But yet my soul lies here bleeding My destiny broken My fate unknown Left to die with my eyes open Seeing your face every time I wake Living my future in the past Living backwards so your memory will last Your voice alive within my mind Remembering you, time after time And every night I spend hours kneeling Hoping my hell isn't real Praying for you to smile at me Come to me, call to me In vain So e

Poetry I Wrote All Myself.
How can you Not Tell?How can you not tell that when you hold me it feels like the world is floating and the sky is olny there for us and when your gone the things i loved and use to know is not there anymore and i dont know wat i will miss the most the person i use to know or the guy that i loved.the olny thing i dont understand is how you cant tell that when u hold me that a tear runs down my face and i love every minute of it and u cant tell the feels that i have for you when yo seeme and u dont care or act like it and make me feel not loved when the olny thing i want is YOU....i just wish u knew that and would love me back again The day my life changed was the day you had leaveno matter where I go...I only wish it was you I would see.your the only one I really wanna see or needlooking into your eyes give me a sight at true lovegave me hopealways wanted the day to pass.come home to see if I got a message from youmy savior of this lifeMade me feel like nothing was wrong in this world

Poetry
How I wish to be a butterfly. Why, you ask? so I can fly free, Free as a butterfly wants to be, No ties to this earth. No strings to hold me, pull me or lead me. How I wish to be a bird, to soar above the clouds, go where I please. How I wish to be a rainbow, beautiful, colorful, larger than life. How I wish to be a tree. Towering above everything. I am the bird, the butterfly, the rainbow and the tree. I am tall, beautiful, and free, So, of all these things mentioned, I wish nothing more than to be me!

Poetry
She raised 11 kids, kept them happy, clothed and fed, Kept them warm, sheltered, a place to lay their heads. Such a kind spirit, so gentle and sweet, There was no problem she could not defeat. There was no task that was ever too large, For grandma knew just how to take charge. She did her best with whatever she had, At times she had to be both a mom and a dad. She loved us all equally, with all of her heart, She was such a strong woman, beautiful and smart. She struggled and toiled all of her life, And not once did she complain of her poverty and strife. Everything she owned, she worked for it all, This was the only way she could stand proud and stand tall. She was blessed with so many family and friends, On whom she could call when she needed a hand. Grandma's spirit was like sunshine on a rainy day, She could smile and melt all the tears away. Grandma said we could be anything we wanted to be, She loved all of us unconditionally. She would never judge, never belittle, or criticize, S

Poetry
Death came knocking at my door, It was half past twelve, I yelled go away What are you knocking for? My mind goes weary, I lose my thoughts, My eyes go blurry, It is not my fault. Again Death came knocking, It was quarter til one, I could not yell out My time has come. No one to lead me into that wayward light, I can not see past it, It is way too bright. Death came knocking, a third time It was almost two, I hurt so much, I don't know what to do, I can't fight anymore. This final time Death didn't knock at my door. No protest from me, I won't hurt anymore. Death ushered me away at half past two... No crying for me because I'm always with you...

Poetry In Motion
One of my poems. Enjoy. TO ENTER THE MIND AGAIN Through the vast ocean, I do breathe Through the valley of hills, I do slumber Through the pits of volcanoes, I do remember Riding the bumpy rollercoaster of time Touching the dark and light Seeing but not knowing which way in between Sliding faster into the unknown depths of space As if falling through the sky I embrace Clutching the air as I fall Being caught by the strong arms of a parent Being let go, just to repeat the process To enter the mind again.

The 3 Poetics You Moldiness Read Before You Do Your Close Pay Per Plosive
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Poet Ty For The Poem
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Poets Are Liars.
AIGHT, OVER THE YEARS I HAVE READ ALOT OF POETRY. THE CLASSICS, AND A FEW OBSCURE WRITING THAT WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE MY LIFE BETTER. MOST OF THEM ARE LIES, AND SO HERE IS A RANT SO OTHERS DON;T TRY AND FOLLOW IN THEIR FOOTSTEPS. FIRST OFF A BIG FUCK YOU TO ROBERT FROST AND HIS ROAD LESS TRAVELED!!! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FOLLOW THAT ROAD? YOU GET SHUNNED BY SOCIETY. YOU LISTEN TO THE OFF BEAT MUSIC, AND YOU DRESS DIFFERENT, AND YOU GET LOOKED AT LIKE A FAILURE. YOU DON;T GET DEEMED AN INDIVIDUAL, YOU GET DEEMED A FREAK. NO ONES WANTS TO DEAL WITH YOU WHEN YOU GO TDOWN THAT ROAD. THEY WANT SHEEP WHO FOLLOW WHAT THEY ARE TOLD. NEXT A BIG FUCK YOU TO DYLAN THOMAS FOR SAVING RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!!! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU RAGE IS THAT PEOPLE STOP TALKING TO YOU. THEY DON'T LIKE HEARING LOUD SPEAKING. HELL THEY DON'T EVEN LIKE LARGE CAPS WHEN TYPING ONLINE. THEY IGNORE YOU. THEY THINK YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE AND PAY NO ATTENTION TO YOU. LAST BUT NOT LEAST, NOT REALLY A POET B

Poetry
Old things are more beautiful than many things brand new Because they bring fond mem'ries of things we used to do... Old photographs in albums, love letters tied with lace, Recapture those old feelins that new ones can't replace. Baby shoes, a teddy bear, a ring that grandma wore, Are treasures waiting there behind a door marked, "Nevermore." Old things are more beautiful , more precious day by day, Because they are the flowers we planted yesterday... Clay Harrison

Poetry..{ Call Me A Emo, Homo, Or A Chick...and I Will F**k Your Girl :) }
I desire to live carefree, not free of care or care less..but rather care free. I dream of a warmth that ignites a fire, a fire that envelopes all of me, that can only be extinguished by the one. I desire to feel as if nothing else matters, as if the world slows and time stops. I dream that a change will come one day...and I might find my dreams and desires. That I shall crawl out of this dark place I have put my self in...is a dream in its self..but a dream that I recall every day.

Poetry
I want to I want to stab you in the heart, and kiss away your pain; Bathe in the blood of memories that drive your soul insane. Inhale all the darkness that lingers in your mind; And drown myself in the bitterness of every tear you’ve cried. I want to slice into your soul, releasing all its rage; Caress away the confusion that binds you to this cage. I want to dance amongst the shadows of every lie you’ve heard; And sing to you a ballot of truth in the song of a mocking bird. I want to dive into your sorrows and drink of all your fears; Swallowing the heart ache you’ve gathered through the years. I want to set your eyes on fire, and lick away the ash; Erasing the illusions that were left there by your past. I want to take you from my dreams, wrap you in my soul; Get drunk on the passion of our story not yet told! I want to turn the page, take all of you in; Devour all that’s left of the suffering you’ve been in; I want to wipe the slate clean, seal this pr

Poetry
Whispers in the wind flood thoughts of sin. Blood flows freely like showers in the Spring. Life like the changing leaves in the Fall. Certainty as uncertain as teh paths we follow. Love no longer blossoms with the Spring Showers. Yesterday thou heart was shattered. Today thou heart is upon a chest of ice. Tomorrow thou heart will begin to heal. In time thou heart shall be mine. Thy loves thee with a pure breeze. Come be thine in eternity. I love you sexy. My heart is yours and the key belongs to you. Whatever may come of us I'll always be here for you. My love for you will always grow regardless of where we go in life. Many things and people have been masks of deciet. Trust is earned and so is the love and heart of a true man. I know the pain and hurt within your heart and I understand why it is hard for you to get close to anyone even me. I just hope in time those walls and barriers will melt and allow me to earn ur trust and win your heart. I love you and plea

Poetry By Me
Farewell world. farewell daughter. farewell till my eternal slaughter. day to day living has driven me insane, finding the courage to not drive this spike into my brain. i hate this life, consistantly filled with strife; struggling to not lose my mind. i hate myself, always wanted to be thin. no one ever beheld what i had within never seeing the beauty they say that god has given. farewell world. farewell daughter. i welcome my eternal slaughter. isolated by my beloved, seemingly death i have devoted. my decaying body soon found bloated. saddened with every effort wasted; true happiness i have never tasted. pricking my finger on this thorn, wishing that i was never born. farewell world. farewell daughter. the abyss swallows me; as i step into my eternal slaughter

Poetry
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. Let no man pull you low enough to hate him."

Poetry
Come Unto Me: Why doest thou show to me a guiless spirit? Why doest thou portray to me a betrothed mind? In what region of the perplexed are you lounging? What is the vortex of implosion that you have crossed? Lo thou art deep in contemplation. I see that thou art troubled with despair. Iniquity lingers on your heart. Bestow unto me the secrets of your knowledge. Bestow unto me the knowledge of your desire. What for are you actually coveting after? For verily, to let go of burdens is to be set free from bondage. The bondage that thou keepest, restraineth thou from a pure heart. Set free your troubled soul, but do not let loose the irrational. Come unto me, and share with me your heavy-laden. Only the sharing of the truth will conquer the heaviness of heart. Be thou not afraid for the loss of ones self. Be thou reminded that I stand forever betrothed to you. Written by Jody Michael Patterson

Poetry
As I sit here in the morning listening to the songs of the bird It is a sound from Heaven. One more sweet than I have heard. God is talking to His children saying to stop and take a look Listen to the voice of creation and go read it in My Book. He will give us such contentment in our Soul each day we live If we will but just accept Him and to Him our life we give. He will help us through our sorrow He will help us through our grief He will, from all life's problems give us sweet comforting relief. So let us, as the birds do Give God our life, our thoughts our need He will see that all is ready If we follow where He leads.

Poetry
Summer daze-beneath a blue skies haze, a fuzzy feeling-an unwelcome cry, as if remorseful for the summers that have already died . Every year it is the same old thing, caterpillar covered trees: but I am the tree-they eat upon my leafs-just leave me be, setting me free from this caterpillar problem having being. A summer’s breeze tears at dead branches leafs, while a deeply rooted me- watches in disbelief . Here I have grown-here I can not remain, if I could only move-could just move to break free, I would shake these caterpillars far away from me. Twenty two year old roots: have bound me to this place. Longing for someone to transplant me some place safe. problems arise as quickly as they part- I would gladly shed my skin, to find my one true heart . I would give up all my limbs-all my leaves, and every piece of bark. All to find that at the heart of me lay a caterpillar covered heart.

Poetry
"This is for the Fat girls. This is for the little brothers. This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them. This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players. This is for the nighttime cereal eater and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters. Shake the dust. This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them, For the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns, for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children, for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust. This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-GOD. Shake the dust. for the girls with the brothers who are going crazy, for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers, for the kid who's always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers, fo

Poetry
So many words go unspoken, As we linger here in the dark. There is a thing or two I wish you to know, But all the words seem to slip away, As you tenderly wrap me in your embrace. Still I wish I could find a way to say, I never thought dreams could come true Yet you showed me that they do, When you came into my life. You set my soul free, With every kiss we share. That from the moment I saw your face, These feelings washed over me Like a tidal wave agaist the jagged shore. Tell me you feel the same. Tell me there is nowhere else you would rather be. Then here at this momemnt in each others arms. So many words go unspoken As we linger here in the dark. Trying to find a way to let the other know How wonderful life is here together silent in the dark.

Poetry
I HAD TO GET AWAY, I HAD NO CHOICE. BECAUSE OF YOU I NO LONGER HAVE A HAPPY SOUL. I AM IN A WORLD SO COLD. I TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT. YOU MADE ME HATE YOU. I HAD TO GET AWAY. YOU NEVER CARED IF I STAYED. YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE THING THAT MADE ME HAPPY. AND I WAS THE ONE TO BLAME. YOU MADE ME BELIEVE SHE DIED BECAUSE OF ME . YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME WHEN I WAS IN NEED. MY HEART BLEEDS FOR YOU. IT BLED FOR YOU INDEED. YOU NEVER CARED FOR ME . MY DAYS ARE NOW LONELY AND MY NIGHTS ARE SO COLD. I AM FOREVER LOST. SECRETS ARE LEFT UNTOLD. I AM LEFT WITH A BROKEN HEART, DROWNING IN YOU SOUL.

Poetry, Reflections...
What I did I know was wrong and now live memories in a song In my world there is no sun knowing it can never be undone I could use excuses, drugs, and wine but the fault has been entirely mine; that you could live a life of shame, when I know that I'm to blame fills me with a terrible fright, how can I ever make things right; don't make your life like mine, save it now while there's time and live and and dance, and sing, and feel the warm sun in the spring and take joy in what you are, someone's vary special star! Another one by this person who was special in my life's past..

Poetic Stuffs
TIme, meaningless and constant. like ice, it moves as it will, while flowing like water seemingly linear, yet oddly circular. like money and water can be abundant or scarce with circumstantial dependance. now flow backwards and see what will be.

Poetry
IF If we could be together Could you feel the sun in the crappiest of weather? If I touched you In the hottest of heat waves could you see the flowers drops of dew? If I brought you pleasure Is it something you would treasure Could you handle that even in shops I'll break out in dance? Or would you be embarressed and take a stance If I showed you what it was like to be free Would you try to change me If I shared my bed Would you dismiss it later or remember it in your head Many years down the road could you remember looking into my eyes? Or would you not take back what I've shown and live in a web full of lies. Remember my voice Realise we always have a choice If we could be together Could you feel the sun in the crappiest of weather........ this is awsome.. i love poetry. anyone else out there write?

A Poet's Thought
I was out this weekend, no computer only television and my cellphone. There was the radio but I didn't turn it on because I wasn't really interested these days in the radio. As I was out there across town with just those "big technology" besides anything electronic over there I pursued the outside. It was on the bay and I loved it but there were only few lights but what mattered was not the lights, the big million dollar houses lined up and even the city which was few minutes from where I was. It was nature, the crashing waves, the crimson sky that veiled the night sky and finally the moon which hid mysteriously in the city life. The crashing waves were everything for me as it reminded me that the sound it produces is its own. It was a breezy night as if a hat needed to be flying up there in the night sky. It needed a dance partner nevertheless for the trees that were swinging with it were composing already their melodies and chords. The waves was a reminder that life within them can

Poetry
whisper heart this bright field flushed red and flagship burned lightly dark I fight and fear no feeling. dance the meson matter penned Oval over hands and scatteredskywards, I retreat kneeling and hoping for feelinga mind burst apart into leaves, not flowers, swept in a bag along with my heart. It whispered to me in the dark: Find Me. Fire Me. Feel Me.Copyright 2009 Robert T. Hudson

Poetry
Why do the waves lap upon the beach shore .. why do they endlessly grasp to hold and to feel the sand and shore beneath there watery kiss ... I see my self as the ocean ...alone in its self ... reaching for its love ..but never to have or hold it. Yet the ocean is not sad .. no.. It grasps and reaches still to touch its desire for only those brief moments before returning in on itself once again... The days and weeks go by and the ocean still reaches for the sands.. the earth it so dearly loves and desires.. It never tires or grows weary after the centuries ... it is still there by the sweet sands of time and there it will always be ..as I will you my love.. I will always be here ..right by your side ...reaching for you ..but not becoming weary or discouraged when I cannot touch you .. I will be grateful to have the spiritual love we so clearly have defined as rare .. and I will remain right here .. lapping at your toes ...just to refresh and refill your spirit... with lo

Poetry
craving you bodies converse as you exhale I inhale your scent dark and alluring whispers of ecstasy greet the night So electric your body shakes Holding my frame Unleashing the quiet tame Heat as the spark is lit Your tongue awakens my clit Release the inner animal inside of me Skin to skin Laying with you must be a sin to feel such pleasure radiates my bones Your body blankets mine In this intimate alone Away from my thoughts In such an escape You lift my soul to heights never known Drown me in this passionate kiss for a sullen moment of bliss My body quivers with the desire you give Your tongue my talented master Awakens the woman in me So taken by your generous ecstasy Your fingertips trace my every curve Your tongue strokes my every nerve make me melt into the sheets Your lips greet mine such a sensual interaction

*poetry* My Mind And Its Cell
To this life I am bound, As my mind gets tossed around. All these wounds upon my heart, Will scar in time and make their mark. I feel so trapped inside my thoughts, Like an invisible cell where I've been caught. A slave I've become to all my dreams, A master I am to this painful scheme. In my thoughts I look behind, And see the things that came unwind. In my dreams I look ahead, Alone I stand with hopes I've been fed. I know not where I'll go from here, Or how much more this life will bring me tears. But there's one thing I know for sure, And in that knowledge is the cure. Only I can free this slave, And only I can dig his grave. ©2001

Poetry
Every moment I Ache, For another taste, Of your Sweet, Sugar-like Kiss, Our lips Closely bonding, And Devouring, This nectar we both Take in, It fills my Heart, With an Eternal bliss, And so, My words of Love, Can not only be Written, But is better Expressed, Through a Motion, In which our bodies Entwine into, A Heated passion, For just us Two, So... A simple Touch, By your FingerTips alone, Has me Quiver,

Poetry
To my Bambino, Marc. He may be Divine But he's a Thorn in my Spine Appearances may be Deceiving But his every word I'm Believing He's one for his Charm Poetic and Warm He's caught my Attention My not-so-secret Obsession He writes down his Love For One special Dove I've fallen for this One I've fallen for this One.

Poetry
Vampiric Lovers, The Animalistic Undead, Glazed over, In blood of Crimson Red, It Drips profusely, Out from Within, All over this Velvet Spread, Ravenously Aroused, By this Drastic blood-Shed, And by the Scent of Aged Death, Porcelain-like Skin, Bare and Revealing, Slicing and gashing, And Quickly healing, Seduced by this hunger lost Within, Cursed for all of Eternity, Living in Sin, They Vigorously pierce the Veins of the Living, But Tonight these Vampiric lovers are Giving... - TiKi Taylor

Poetry
What is this Feeling? Appearing to be, Calm and Content, But having nothing to Say, Not a Peep. This in not Good or Bad Feeling, But simply a Neutral one, No Emotions, Or Expressions, No Frown, Or Smirk on my Face, No Tears, Or Jerk through my Nerves or Veins, It's as if I'm Zombified, And No, I'm not Paralyzed, But, Could it Be that Missing piece, To my Heart? This Living seed, Part of my Companion? That Link, Forming us into a Family?

Poetry
Wrote this Poem, because of the People I was living with. I Desperately wanted to leave, but I was pretty much forced to stay against my Will. When the Times get Hard... And you're Left with... Nothing... When your Heart goes Numb... And you're Left with... No One... We all want to Die... Or Disappear... Some write Poetry... Some write Suicide Notes... Some Pray to God... Some take Therapy... But if I Ran away... Would you Run and Find me? Or would you let me Go? If I Ran away... Would you go Looking for Me? If I Ran away... Would you Worry?

Poetry
Another Poem written in Jersey when I was very Depressed. Trying to Accept that I'm no Longer with Marc. Bleeding out my Poetry... And my Lullaby of Sorrow... I Sing for this Memory... But A Tear is un-Shed... I walk with Caution now... Holding it All in... Refusing to Stumble... I speak un-Selfishly... A Heart in My Grip... Slowly beats Within... With a Collapse... Hidden from your Eyes... Desperately... Seeking to maintain... Your Happiness...

Poetry
I wrote this in Jersey when I tried to get over my Break-Up with my Ex. The dreams I've Dreamt... Won't be Haunting me... No more... You're just a memory now... Fading... Left with no Face... And only Words... But still... I hear your voice from Afar... A Sound ringing in my Ear... I Read your Messages... A Visual to Know... That you're still There... But we Can't fight the Inevitable... Can't Change it if we Tried...

Poetry
I wrote this May 15, 2010... Things have changed Drastically since I wrote this, but it's a big Part of my Life. It was when I lived in Jersey when Everything was crashing down on me. It was also written 2 weeks before admitted Myself into the Hospital for the first time... and in this Poem I'm speaking out to 2 different people... My love... I am Worn... I am Bled... But how do I feel... Right now? The building of Sorrows... The strength of my Hatred... The Fears of losing Him... A Mother's Falling... This, I hold Close to my Heart, My last valuable Possession, Vulnerability... On a Chain...

Poetry
The love for a woman is such a specail thing. It comes from the heart an no other such place. Love can be so strong an yet so fierce But the love I carry goes so much deeper then that With her eyes as blue as the ocean waves I dream of her each time I close my eyes To make Her smile in every way An let her know she will always be mying Wanting to hold her in my arms To feel her breathe next to mying An to feel her lips with one small kiss To let her know everything will always be alright

Poetry
With the thought of such beauty My heart skips a beat To hear an see this angel"s picture Starring straight back at me I can barrely believe my eyes With How pure her beauty is I can hardley catch my breathe An then i see her smile an my mind goes into awww If only i could hold her in my arms The amazing life we could have An only then I would know The rest of my life would be complete

Poetry
I know you are with me even though you are miles away. The love that you have for me is nothing I cant deny I need the crisp rivers to walk away these tears\ Breathless from my mind's eye. Take away this skin of lies. Show me another way to be brought to life. Forever with you;my rose of light. SHow me the way awaken with you. Shaken from the past of scars. Another simple apology of another hope. But if forever was only to be with you; my rose of light. Show me who He is and I am awakened with you. Awakened with you. Awake me with you. Unshame with you. Away. With. you.

Poet Tree
Within the veins of capillaries coalesce, a surge of inferences stuns my central operating system, systematically stemming my siege, in vain overthrow, under through, and thrown out the facade of those who sought before me out of sight, out of mind, scent of theology; Themes tame the very hollow shackle the grapple and tackle the shame, the sane create the maze sink what may follow. Into your fantasies and fashion my fence with disdained dissonance, obtain the outliers, desire is the fire to our destructive sense. With out defense, we retreat. T-Minus ten seconds and counting, shouting as the trip wires kiss our feet. Crack the bell curve for what data was not served. And find it is I who stood in fractions observed. The factor is, me; you remember me. I fractured the tick that time can't mend between the tocks of clocks, rocks slung in its very mechanism Clogged the cogs of history, churning the turns of mystery hug the rungs of a tipping ladder; I've flattened a world with branc

Poets Corner.....
The Beauty The beauty of a woman is not in the coths she wear The figure she carries or the way she combs her hair The Beauty of a Woman must be seen through her Eyes That is the door way to her heart The place where love resides The beauty of a woman is not in a facil mole But True beauty is reflected in her soul It is the caring she lovenly gives The passion that she knows The Beauty of a Woman With "Time, only Grows"

Poets Corner.....
Trhough fog and rain, heat and cold, blistering winds that cut to the bone Standing "White as Pure as thier Souls" Hundreds are lined row upon row These crosses bare names that honor is bestowed We seek out names of family, friends and comrads from days of old Some of them so long ago They wore thier uniforms with pride Some gave thier lives , so others could survive Thier families and friends, neighbors and all Mourn the loss of those who answered the call Flags that flutter in the air mark these graves Where our brthers and sisters lie in wait for us to meet them Wearing our uniforms with pride Forour answer to the call Having given our country our all I hang my "Dog tags " upon a cross, his name forever etched in stone To show he was always remembered and not left behind Someone once told me years ago...he faught in vain

Poets Corner.....one Turns To Two..
Your Beauty amazes me In your arms is where I long to be I want to be there , Your hands in mine Next to your perfect body It has no flaws, no imperfections You were the best choice of any selection Now that I've met you, I'll not forget you If only we could kiss It would fullfill my longing to taste those lips One more time - One turns into Two Two becomes forever when I'm w/ you I'm clueless in learning when without you Yet thoughts of you, will carry me through Because You Know i love you.

Poetry By Me
A PEEK INTO THE CELLAR~~~ Inside there are demons Clawing and scratching to get free of the chains and cages that bind them Spitting their venom into my veins Hoping to take control of my sanity I suffer they loose They win I suffer The chess board is my mind Hope is not something I can put my faith in My sanity is on the razors edge of dispare I see we are carefully entwined You betrayed my smile And put me into a downward spiral Forever in darkness I fall Calling out to that which I thought was a soul I know when I reach the bottom I will die Noone will be there to catch me Even though I see you looking through the key hole By Brandon M. Albrecht 3/2/12

Poetry By Poet Robert J. Neal
by Poet Robert J. Neal on Thursday, February 2, 2012 at 2:49am · Umm Baby...the softness of your skin... Feels so good...as I run my lips across it Slowly kissing and nibbling...and igniting the fire... That is coming to life from within... The very depths of your soul Which is setting your body aflame... As the passion rushes to the surface... In it's efforts to be explored... Until the power of it's release erupts... And threatens to shatter... The very essence of your being Leaving you in a perpetual state of joy... As aftershocks continue to trigger... The release of deeper passions... And the earth-shattering explosions... That come along with them Which leave your body shaking... As the waves of orgasmic bliss... Continue washing over you... Leaving you trying to catch your breath... And still your racing heart... Before the next wave...takes you further out to sea!!! Written By...Robert Neal Like · · Share

Poetery
I HAD AWAKEN FROM AN UNEASY FEELING DEEP WITH IN ME THAT I TREID TO SHAKE BUT WOULD NOT GO AWAY,WAS A FEELING I NEVER WANTED TO FEEL AGAIN,I WENT ON ABOUT MY DAY AS I DID EVERY DAY I STILL COULD NOT SHAKE THE FEELING SOMETHING JUST WAS NOT RIGHT,AS I WENT ON MY WAY HOME EARLY WITH MY STOMACHE IN KNOTTS I HESITATED TO OPEN THE FRONT DOOR BUT AS I DID ALLS I HEARD WAS THE SOUND OF CRYING AND THE SOUNDS I DIDNT WANT TO HEAR MY BEST FRIENDS MOTHER SAYING OUR SON HE IS GONE ,I FEEL WHERE I STOOD HANDS TO MY FACE TO HIDE MY PAIN AND MY TEARS FOM ALL OTHERES ,MY MIND WENT BLANK AS MY HEART WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN.AS I WALKED INTO WHERE MY FRIEND MUST LAY AS I GOT CLOSER MY KNEES BEGAN TO SHAKE AND MY HEART POUNDING I FELT TOTAL NUMNESS AS I FEEL TO MY FEET NEXT TO WHERE MY FRIEND MUST STAY TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE AS I REACH FOR HIS HAND I HAD TO MOVE A WAY HIS HAND COLD AS ICE WHERE HE LAYS HIS CHEST STOOD STILL OF NO MOVEMENT OF LIFE THAT DAY I DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY I

Poetry Month
Thoughts, moments and something stirring in the night #1 In honor of poetry month... I craved a moment of silence the thought kept triggering on something you said and another thing and another thing and...another, tired, the room grew colder so did my shoulder, but patience is not my strongpoint, and so I held myself in a thought, let the sunrise, I remember happiness

Poetry/ Rantings And Inspirations
I'm the girl that believes in it all, destiny, fate, creation,true love, unconditional love, Heaven and hell, angels and demons, that's there is good in everyone, sometimes you may just have to dig, that paths cross for a reason, and true connections are not created they just happen instantly,every one deserve a second chance, or a third or forth, do unto others,, cause karma can be ugly, prayer works, faith is real and powerful, but lately been questioning all this, but the one thing I don't believe I have ever truly believed in is simply me...I am forever broke

Poetry......
Unbreakable chains got ahold of you As the sins of lust take control of me Penetrating the dark, piercing my heart Your in my veins you flow thru me Temptress of love, coldhearted not from above Your false intentions I fail to see Satan's daughter, Bedeviled is she Pleasured by your pain filled ecstasy Under erotic breasts aflame Hauntingly calls out your name Hypnotized by her eyes How you'd love to spread her thighs Taste the poison that lies within Over and over and over again Stalking each night The hunger inside to taste the flesh In the darkness sweet delight as you try to catch your breath Devouring souls that walk astray praying not to catch her eye Haven't got a prayer when trapped in her lair As you try to run you cannot hide

Poetry..song
Beautiful Disaster.... How could I not see the hurt and painDid u even see the wake of your shameNow you're goneThe pain lingers onCould I have said something to change your mindWould it have mattered in timeIf I could have held u closer to my heartWould it have given u a brand new startChorus...Beautiful disasterDo u know what you've done?I wish u could have seenHow u r now changing meFalling down on the groundBegging for one last tryBaby just look around There's tears in my eyesCalling out your nameTell me who's to blameFor this selfishnessIt's all meaninglessNow what do I doLoved u with all I knewHow many have to payFor the day u went awayNow I am all aloneI'm hugging your headstoneCuz there's nothing left for me to holdChorus...What I'd give to hear your laughterIn this quake of disasterI still think your beautiful......

Poetry
Mask after mask you walk through the glass and get a glimpse of your past. Face after face you can't stay in one place like a shoe without a lace.lie after lie who knows wen you'll die by and by your life passes by. Scar after scar you begin wishing on starts wishing one day this could all be r's. Note after note this is where you cut your....

Poetic
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dreams of life and light Haft left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream-that holy dream, While all the world were chiding Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In truths day-star

A Poet Never Lies
Tear stained pages, crumbled papersLie on floors, desks, and drawersEraser marks, dark lead wordsFlow out from our hearts coreTrash can filled with blank pagesWe want our words to come out rightWe fight with inner emotionsOur finish product is our delightIn journals and in notebooksOur secrets are revealedWe confess, we proclaimIn hopes our hurt will be healedWebster defines all our feelingsSo we define the truthOn how we really feelOur words not uncanny or uncouthIf you know a poetAnd doubt the words they sayKnow that a poet never liesAnd believe what they portray

Poetry From Under The Gun # 3
La Pregunta Someone once asked me, " What do you want to be when you grow up?" One meaningless occupation after another floated just to the surface of my lips The question itself pointing fingers and ridiculing my life thus far I felt trapped My heartbeat was off like a rocket to the base of my throat and plunging back down and up and down I'm stuttering. . Trying all the attractive and "right" answers on They feel tight, as if I am being fitted for a suit that is just one size too small I shift without sound and open my notebook and peer into the well of words that let this boi breathe To the asker I shrug.. Relying on dimples and charm to satisfy the query I close my eyes and step up to the Mic, inhale freedom and say I want to be Me

Poetry From Under The Gun
lyrical Bastard Trapped inside the feathered silence of your smile I falter Shaky trouble and clefts that refuse to hide her excuses anymore A cage of metal mirrors nestled between broken sunshine Putrid rain that paints your corpse upon my hands in hues of canary yellow and blood orange dead I am blinded by fear and filth and cemetary birdsongs Tripping on a beak full of foul notes and haunting whoever will listen to me and my pain In those unhinged sighs beaneath the bars of your dirty fingers is where I will find rest Touching the wings of severed harmony and explode into the sky

Poetry By Me
Im drowning in darkness and cant see the light, I know its not fair and i know its not right.... but im drowning in darkness and cant see the light, go up the stairs and turn to the right, im drowning in darkness and cant see the light.... three more pills and ill be alright, im drowning in darness and cant see the light, laying back in my bed eyes closed tight.... death is coming in the black of night, im drowning in darkness where is the light, if someone had cared shed be here tonight.... but she was drowning in darkness as she searched for the light, so hold out your hand ill grip it with all my might, for im drowning in darkness, ive lost my light... plase whisper softly itll be alright, just take my hand ill show you the light, cuz im drowning in darkness and cant see the light.... i know its not fair and i know its not right, but you see, im drowning in darkness.... wait.... is...that....light..... (this poem is mine the original date i wrote this has sinc

Poetic Death
Poetic Death As a shameful poet, there are some poeties, that can outshine anyone in the world. Even the greatest of all time and they can not hold a candle to the new creative poeties of our times. I am glad to have had a poetic death, because now, I have found a new outlook on life and that taps, into my original style of poetic form, with the new understansing. That new understanding, is that life is always changing and with that changing life style, I must addapt at all times. Being apart of this creative life style, it is like a rebirth into the poetic kingdom of freedom. With my poetic death, there comes a enlightend path, that everyone must be on the very edge of lost poetic souls.When they come to thier, enlightend paths of poetic rebirth. They must make a choice, of to continue thier path or find a better path that fits them. A poetic death,is not a real death. All it is,is justa

Poetry?
Everyone has their own way to work through pain...mine is to write. Most of the time I do not share them, but why not? My Dream by WisteriaPrincessI awaken slowly, serene smile on my face memories of your heated kissesthe feel of your hands exploring my bodythe taste of you still on my lipsthe scent of gardenias in the airthe wetness at my centeraroused beyond all senseThen the mist of sleep clears my mindand I realize it was just a dreamIt will never be more than a dream

Poetry Of Meat
Meat A word with many meanings Used as a metaphor without the accompanied blood & gore That meat actually means Love meat And know what it is I have hunted and butchered Not seperated like most from it Yet not hardened Jaded a more accurate word Is there a difference? Or just a distinction without a difference MEAT feeds my brain Amino Acids that Soy does not provide And idiocy that makes me ill I was told 30 years ago that I am too smart for my own good I agree...but I am willing to sacrifice myself if necessary I just would rather not do that thank you very much

Poetic Injustice
Poem i wrote called the crest check it out homies! The Crest I stood alone gazing down from a crest when a horrible pain entered my cheast i pondered all that i gained all that i lost wondering was it really worth the cost that's when the dread came creeping realization of what i would be reaping a lifetime of sorrow sewn in dust ashes to ashes and so i should rust if given the chance to do it again i know i'd still lead my life of sin begrudging those who had done me wrong all for the purpose of writing forgotten song so take these lessons to heart or not taking the latter makes us brethren in rot a solemn shadow to chill others to bone leaving you upon a crest dieing alone

Poetry
leeping is goodsleeping is badin a good bad waywe need sleeping to be thererejuvenation of the bodyrejuvenation of the spiritwhether we likeor choose to shunit is goodit is badit is good to doit feels oh so goodit helps us clear our headsit is badwe waste so much timewe should be up thinking instead OCT 7 what should I say It is the start of a new day a day of reopening the past life will get a new start through each new stroke through each new line books are fine books are great but when things come books may not be there time to take a look no pun intended at a new old way of writing the free kind the less money the more reaching kind the way that we call the world wide web my blog what a blog that is and was a public start of sorts to show some more of what is inside publicly freely of course colligraphy by bob JUL 15 Colligraphy Colligraphy has been a fun endevourthis I say to youLife is to be lived so I live itand writing that is for me nowand maybe

Poetry
situations change things are always changingfor the bad and others for the goodsituations seem their bleakestjust before they changenothing in this world is stationaryfor that I am pretty surethings are always changeso never give up hopewhile thinking a situation will never changebe very sure things will changefor the bad or for the goodeach situation will be bad or good for a momentthen the situation will change againgiving a new resultthen again and again and againleaving us with a FEB 25 high school while in high schoolI could not wait to get outnow out of high schoolI wish I were still thereis it human nature to want what we do not haveis it looking back and only remembering the good timeswas it just easier with less responsibilitieswas it just more funlooking back I do know thishigh school was not nearly as bad as I thoughtit was actually a precursor for the futurea life with responsibilitieslife can not always be about fun and playwe must get along with those we

Poetry
JAN 25 delight the delight of writingbringing it in my lifefiguring things out with the writing in sightnot holding back delivering the goodsstill blocked must react making it goodthe delight of writing I must reach the delight of knowledge I must takeI must think write for myself alone for no one else knows what to makeof my writing and my styleI write for pleasure and knowledge opening ones own mindthe thinker the ponder the wonderthe enlightened thought and maybe someday I will figure out exactly what to say until then the journey the moment the writing is what i will say Posted 25th January 2011 by bobby 0 Add a comment JAN 25 deep in digging deep into my hemispherenot knowing what comes nextfor breathing is the aftermathcoming with delightnot knowing what the next move isbut bringing it closer to sight believing feeling and seeing hoping for the delightof the next line or verse as it may beblocked beyond blocked hoping for delight

Poetry
NOV 5 mom to the first woman I ever loved and truly loved me back my momto the best woman I ever met and is truly an inspiration my mommom there are no words to describe who much you mean to memom there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of youlife would not be the same without you in my lifelife could not be without my dearest momshe taught me everything including how to loveshe taught me how to be the man I am todayI could not be me without my momI could not feel without my mothers lovebeing my mom is a great gift to mebeing my mom is very specialfor without you there is no mefor without you I could not be meloving my mom is so easy to doloving my mom happens each and everydaywithout a care in the world as long as I am with momwithout a care I can express myself so effortlesslymom I love you! Posted 5th November 2010 by bobby 0 Add a comment NOV 3 today in today's worldwe live different than we did years agowe can get in touch

Poetry
Halloween 2010 it is almost halloween the time for costumes and candygoing to strangers and getting candydressing up and having fungetting things for nothing but dressing upalways a great thing for kidsreliving or acting out our fantasyis also very accepted at this timeor just trying to scare your fellow personto make them laugh or to make yourself laughfor laughing is exciting it only happens once a year so enjoy live and be scaryfor it is Halloween time Posted 5th October 2010 by bobby 0 Add a comment OCT 5 knowledge knowledge is learned through each actionusing your brain and learning new thingsknowledge is acquired by bothdeveloping oneself through thought is knowledgeknowing oneself is knowledge in itselfknowing what we do is alsoknowledge is developedknowledge is acquiredknowledge is also born in each of usknowledge is in each birthknowing what we do knowing who we are is the greatest knowledge of alland that each person has their part

P O E T ---
Pulsating moments when my mind and body compete against one another to see which will feed the fastest! Orgasmic thoughts transcend to physical movements, Explosive! Tick ... tick ... BOOOM! The intense moment that you understand this and the meaning behind it,is the transitioning period where you will crave me -- again.

Poetic Clues!!....
She makes day just by saying HEY!!, she gives me butterflies in my belly. When she kisses me all i can say is WOO NELLY!!. She knows exactly how to make me smile, if i thought i couldn't love another, i was just in denial. You couldn't split us up with a knife, because she is the love of my life, maybe someday, she'll be my wife.... Upon a friend you can depend and this has always been the trend. From ancient times to modern day, a friend will always find away by lending hands and being there. A friend can show you that they care and friends always know what to do, to help you out and pull you through. So always celebrate your pals, whether they are guys or gals. Just treasure them forever more, for they are the people you adore.... Coca Cola went to town, Diet Pepsi shot him down. Dr. Pepper fixed him up, now were drinking 7up. 7up got the flew, now were drinking Mountain DEW. Mountain DEW fell down the mountain, now were drinking from a fountain. Fountain broke, people star

Poetry
The devil must be the inventor of love It hurts to much to much to come from heaven above Wearing a mask to hide his face Sneaking around to find his place A place like the heart thats inside of me Roaming freely to get what he needs Things that only my heart knows Useing it againts me to make my love grow Telling me things i need to hear Makeing me feel safe because he knows my every fear Untill the day his face is unmasked Shattering my heart as if it was glass A plan so clever that works so well Must be from the devil Straight out of hell BY William J Holt AKA Mrchevy

Poetry
I thought you was the one for me , I prayed for you constantly treated you like a queen to all of the finer things yet a dog is how you treated me. I thought you was the one for me but here i stand once again lonely and neglected prying up to the heavens asking what I should do, so im wrappingup my feelings and putting them in a box to burry em Im fucked up...

Poet Needs Your Help!!
Hi everyone! Just wanted to allow myself to explain something here --- I need some help in a big way. I'm not trying to pull the wool over anyone's eyes adn I'm definitely not trying to get a free handout, but life has dealt me a real hard one and I'm not sure I can get thru this without YOUR help!! I've been diagnosed w/ Lupus SLE w/ vasculitis.... basically the lupus is attacking all my organs including and especially my brain and central nervous system leaving me in a freaking mess!! They are wanting me to under go Chemo and surgery... starting REALLY soon. My closest friends and family have seen me suffer ... and it's time I start taking the initive in this and accepting that it's not going to go away on it's own!! I MISS the old me... but in order for the OLD me to come back, I've got to beat this!! Will you please do whatever it is that you can to help? Here's my info to the fundraiser that's been made for this... again, this isn't a scam at all!! Well for some

Poetry
Hannibal I know your every move,You are safe as long as I approve.We have conversation on an intelectual level,Little do you know I have the heart of the devil.I overlook your slight mistakes,But don't piss me off for your own health's sake.I sit here quiet in my study,Reading books until things get bloody.Dinner you ask? I can make a fine quisine,Please don't ask, for her name was ChristineSpend the night we can have liver for lunch,It's not a problem in my freezer I have a bunch.How about some head cheese too?Little do you know I'm feeding my victims to you.I once was a surgeon and to this day it's true,Not just a surgeon now but psychiatry too.I pick your brain until I learn your ways,Then I cut short the rest of your days.Soon to my plate please understand,I am a monster in the shape of a man.Tonight I will eat as a king,I will sserve you brains on my next little fling.Goodbye now i bid you farewell,For I have come to send you to hell.By now you know that i am a cannibal,Also know

Poetry
Falling Leaves are falling all around,From the tree tops to the ground.The colors so bright,They seem to glow in the twilight.The wind blows gentle and cool,Not much time left before the season of yule!I watch as the days grow short,Soon we will need logs as our next resort.Warm apple cider in hand with a coat in the other,Hand in hand arm in arm we will warm one another.Hay rides spring up from out of nowhere,It's nights like these with you I love to share.Your eyes gleam at me in the fire's dim light,Wish we could always share such perfect nights.Holding you close your head against mine,Sharing this moment is wonderfully fine.Yoiu have my heart, body, and soul,Promise me you will never let me go.Falling on a cool fall's night,Oh such an awesome delight.

Poetry
[ edit poem ] Love Me? Will you hold me close and kiss my lips,Caressing my face with my hands on you hips?Would you stare deep into my eyes,As I kneel before you and kiss your thighs?Would you moan my name deep in the night?As I give you release from your needs in the twilight?We don't need forever for now,Just a touch of love if only for a while.Will you love me? and if forever is too long,Promise me while we are here you will hold me strong.I may not be the one for you soul,But for a while we can make each other whole.Now pull me close and love my heart,I promise you girl I will do my part.Give me all the passion you've got,And tie our souls in a knot.Open you legs and let me in,So that our short time of love may begin.

Poetry- Mirrors Broken.
Demented Feelings deep inside, cannot run away and hide. Seething so I die inside, mirrors broken, no more time. And to think you knew me well, lie me down in the pits of hell. Dark have been my dreams of late- pure unadultered loving hate. Break the cycle and end the pain, begin a new cycle and scars remain. Demented feelings deep inside, cannot run away and hide. Eloquently being the cunt to hide, bleed the veins and tear out the eyes. No more visuals and the pain feels good but I still turned my back like you knew I would. Demented feelings deep inside, you cannot run away and hide. End.

Po' Folks
Nappy RootsPo' FolksMusic Video Codes By Music Jesus.com Po' Folks ( Nappy Roots ) Awwww.... Mmmmm, awww.. [Chorus] All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay [Big V] We came in the game, plain ya see Average man when the rest was ashamed to be Nappy head and all, ain't no changin me Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh... So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin Different stretch of road, new somethin to see Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins Walkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the world Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world? I sc

Pogo Monkeys
Join me in a league on pogo! We play Backgammon, Cribbage, Pool, Battle Phlinx, Spades, Jungle Gin, Dominoes, and Canasta. It's a fun family league where everyone can play! Use 11821 as the referal code! Send me a PM or a Fu-Mail if you have any questions, or comment here. For those of you who I bomb, you will know that I am generally multitasking, this is the other task most of the time. I love these monkeys :)

Pogues - Haunted
Do you remember that sunny day? Somewhere in London In the middle of nowhere Didn't have nothing to do that day Didn't wanna do nothing anyway You got a way of walking You got a way of talking And there's something about you And now I know I never ever Want to be without you [Chorus:] I want to be haunted by the ghost I want to be haunted by the ghost I want to be haunted by the ghost I want to be haunted by the ghost Of your precious love Of your precious love The first time I saw you, Standing in the street You were so cool, You could have put out Vietnam My girlfriends ask me, "What's he like?" I say, "He's kind of shy, But that's the kind of girl I am, He's my kind of guy" [Chorus] I'll build my world around you I'll bless the day that I found you I'll stand beside you, I'll never leave Or tell you all those lies That you'd never believe

Pogues (with Pics)
So I went tonight to see the Pogues in Chicago! They seriously kicked-ass. I had been told my several people that Shane McGowan wouldn't be there because he couldn't stay sober long enough to perform, but he was there, in the FLESH! I love that man's voice! Granted, he became obviously more drunk as the night went on, but it was an awesome show, and toward the end he began making up his own lyrics. He also went back to the drum set and was hitting the cymbals, off-beat must I mention. It was fun to watch :D The crowd? OMG! The crowd. I must say that it was a rougher crowd than the crowd when I went to see Korn. There were several people who were threatened with arrest if they didn't stop acting like an ass... That was fine with me because while security was jumping in and everybody was moving out of the way, I used that to my advantage to push my way up front and up against the rail. YES! There were two encores, and while they didn't play my favorite Pogues song (H

Point Of View On Jealousy
Why is it that after being with your "SPECIAL" someone things change. I mean dont get me wrong , not all the changes are bad, some are usually for the best but why only some. It sucks that when being with him/her you some times cant be all of you because of the reaction they'll give. Like take this girl i know Jenny Shes been with her boyfriend Jorge 3years now and everything went good until they went on for the first year. Like her boyfriend didnt want to be friends with her people and when she'd talk to Jorges friends he'd get all asshole on her. Why are guys like that. or in that fact why are people like that period, dont you think maybe if you were all good friends things would be easier in your relationship. Like there would be no jealousy and everyone would be able to get along with everyone else. I mean to me it sounds logicall. but then agen im Purple so weat do I know. Or another thing for instance, if your with that person already and yo

5,947 Points To Go Lol
Oh well, Everyone else is doing it. I GOT to get to bed. Been at this 12 hours. Plus reformatting a pc. I see a clown needs some points. (Where I got the idea) It is better than the bulletins, as I never pimp myself out over there. I'll Help you out when I get back on-line. I'm outta here.

Points
I don't think I get this whole chery points system. It seems that I am geting crap loads more points for doing the exact same things as before. Is it because I am at a higher level? Am I getting points for stuff that I have been doing that I didn't get points for before? I am so confused I sent out an invite to every one I knew and no one joined. Then Baby Jesus asks me to send out more Invites. Sorry Dude I don't know to many other people. I am online all the time. But I talk to the same people over and over again. The new ones never seem to like me. Some dude just thought the picture of my thumb was my dick. He commented on it and then sent me a message asking what happened. So I updated that picture comment. He did rate a whole bunch of my pictures a 10. But makes me wonder cause he thought the one pic was my dick. Ehh I am gonna try not to think about it. Went to school scheduled to meet Wednesday and then Nov 8 th to get me stuff all taken care of.

Points Make Prizes
Grade Me! Send a reply to the person who posted this telling them what grade they deserve! And they can have more then one! ^-^ F= Not even pretty D= Not my type C= Your Cute, I would like to get to know u more C+= You are gorgeous, I would take you home in a second B-= Amazingly beautiful, I wish you where here B+= Hot!! Wana get to know each other?! A-= HOT AS HELL!!! I WANT YOU HERE NOW LETS GET IT ON!! A+= HOLY SHIT! Your so f****n Hot, your hotter then the sun!

The Point Of No Return
Well i did it i let someone push my buttons and piss me off and whats sucks it was someone i though was close to me well i called the recruter and now my first tour out of boot i s an iraq base fuck it why not go im not afriad of death im not afrid to sevrve my country for the better of good i wish everybody luck and i love you all but really what do i stand to lose my daughter stands to lose her father ya but she will be taken care of in the long run. people say im crazy for wanting to go but its all i want to do i just want to be a part of somthing maybe tthis will be it!!!!

Points Huh?
Don't know why I left a blog. its been a week and no one left a rating or anything. I take the time to give all of you tens on your pictures. and yet when I could use a point or two. no one is there. Well at least my points came from honest comments and sincere pic. grading. believe me if i didn't like the pic I didnt lie and give out a ten! so thanks for nothing.

Point Of View
I find life to be full of strange and wonderful things. They are all around you if you just take the time to look. Try taking a long walk, no matter the weather - just walk and look all around; up, down all over, especially the places where you have never deemed worthy to look. When riding in the car, look all around. It's amazing all the things that you'll notice that were there all the time but you never saw. Want to try something innerstin'? Bend down to the level of a child and see the world from their vantage point? Wuddya think? Insert #2 I couldn't very well make a suggestion without trying it myself. The view from about 2' above the ground is spectacular! It's amazing to see all that crawls, runs and lives in the grass. Not to mention that the grass looks an awful lot bigger - even when fresh cut! The trees are taller and the sky looks bigger too. Then my knees got sore and I stood up again!

Point Of No Return...
Shot in the heart and shot in the head, Left on the street for the devil's undead. A pool of blood beginning to form, As the sky darkens from the thunderous oncoming storm. Lying there spasming in my own dark blood, The rain starts to pour in its never ending flood. Traces of my existence sinking right down into the drain, As my life begins to fade I try to keep myself sane. Remembering that time I spent with all my friends, Now its just a memory as my body tries to fend. I can hear the wail of the siren coming my way, But I don't think I can hold on much longer cause I don't want to stay. As my eyes begin to cloud with this white filled haze, The light from the ambulance tries to pierce my gaze. They are pumping on my chest trying to make the blood stop spurting out, As they put me on the stretcher in the ambulance to the hospital my final route. I can barely hear his voice telling me to try and hang on, But everything is fading faster

Point Of View
This is funny. YOU fill in the blanks about ME ... even if you don't have any idea, and send it back to ME . But first post a blank one out to all your friends so they can return the favor to you. Be honest and make sure you repost it blank in your own bulletin so I can do it for you! My name: Where did we meet: Take a stab at my middle name: How long have you known me: When is the last time that we saw each other: Do I drink: What was your first impression of upon meeting me/seeing me: What's one of my favorite things to do: Am I funny: What's my favorite type of music: Can I sing?: What is the best feature about me: Am I shy or outgoing: Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: Do I have any special talents: Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else (what): Have I seen you naked?: Have you ever hugged me: Kissed me? What is my favorite food: Have you ever had a crush on

Points Vs Friends
yesturday i was pretty excited about being here on cherrytap! But it seems to me that most of the users are just looking for points, and leaving behind the goal of this site: "Making friends" and having fun doing it! Just a little bit sad. Take care! nonocomment ispired me for this entry! thanks

Points? Nsfw?
I just heard from a Cherry Tappin' Friend that you don't get points for posting comments to NSFW pix.. Now that is just silly! What are these folks trying to do here? If you want people to resposibly mark their pix Not Safe For Work.. Why on earth would you take away benefits for them doing so.. Am I alone in thinking this is insane? I'll tell ya right now, I don't wanna see your penis, never gunna look. I have a few pix myself that are NSFW, and they are marked as such.. nothing raunchy, because that's just not my style. But hey, if it's yours, then I appriciate your being responsible and ticking the NSFW button! Anyone else read this rule? Is it true? Where the heck do I find a list of these rules? Am I gettin' pissed off about a rumor here? What's up?

Points To Ponder On.....
1. The nicest thing about the future is that it always starts tomorrow. 2. Money will buy a fine dog, but only kindness will make him wag his tail. 3. If you don't have a sense of humor, you probably don't have any sense at all. 4. Seat belts are not as confining as wheelchairs. 5. A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you're in deep water. 6. How come it takes so little time for a child who is afraid of the dark to become a teenager who wants to stay out all night? 7. Business conventions are important because they demonstrate how many people a company can operate without. 8. Why is it that at class reunions you feel younger than everyone else looks? 9. Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job. 10. No one has more driving ambition than the boy who wants to buy a car. 11. There are no new sins; the old ones just get more publicity. 12. There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4 AM. It c

6 Point Bed
a simple choice or so it seemed turns into this overplayed grand scheme never once thought out the consequences and now surrounded by these razor wire fences here now sitting in that lightning chair A simple decision on your end was never fair and here now in the end when its all done and said would you rather live then just be dead when the sky falls and the sun bleeds red all the shit runing through your head matters not laying in your 6 point bed this path was never clearly paved this pain and torture might have been saved all those lessons that you learned a one way trip straight to hell you've earned and now we come to this tragic conclusion this torment, this hell, is all an illusion and here now in the end when its all done and said would you rather live then just be dead when the sky falls and the sun bleeds red all the shit runing through your head matters not laying in your 6 point bed and now is the end of this sad tale on not a happy note bu

~~points To Ponder~~
I dialed a number and got the following recording: "I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call. I am making some changes in my life. Please leave a message after the beep. If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes." ~~~~ Little Tommy had been to a birthday party at a friend's house. Knowing his sweet tooth, Tommy's mother looked straight into his eyes and said, "I hope you didn't ask for a second piece of cake." "No, but I asked Mrs Smith for the recipe so you could make some like it, and she gave me two more pieces without asking." ~~~~~ My wife and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine. ~~~~~ As my five year old son and I were headed to McDonald's one day, we passed a car accident. Usually when we see something terrible like that, we say a prayer for those who might be hurt, so I pointed and said to my son, "We should pray." From the back seat I heard his earnest request, "Please, God, don't let tho

Pointers For The Holiday Turkey!...(this May Take Awhile, Lol...so If You're Bored, Have At It, It's Funny)..
FRESH OR FROZEN? First, you must decide what kind of Turkey is right for you: fresh or frozen? This decision is simply a matter of personal taste; either way you can be sure of a tasty, healthy bird carcass. Frozen turkeys are flash frozen immediately after being processed (killed). The meat, once defrosted, is virtually at the same freshness as the day it was processed (viciously murdered). Fresh turkeys are deep chilled after packaging. Because they have a shorter shelf life, they are usually more expensive. But maybe that's the way you like it. Maybe you're the type who's willing to pay a little extra so you know you're ingesting a creature who, only days before, was living and vital with the essence of life still coursing through its doomed veins. Or maybe you're the type who just likes to make sure everyone knows just how well off you are as you prance past the proles in the supermarket with your freshly-killed bird. BE THOROUGH Don't simply look down at a pile of t

23 Points Of Light
23 points ov Light By: Coyote305 1)Every Man and Every Woman is a Star 2)Nothing IS True---Everything is permitted 3)AbraHadAbra---As Within, So Without 4)That which is Sacred cannot be spoken 5)That which is True cannot be defined 6)Thee Kingdom Of heaven is spread upon thee earth and yet ye do not---see it?---Fixed ideas of Deity = Worship of graven images 7)The Search for "GOD" is a Wide circle around Self 8)The End-times are indeed upon us--the end of Self-negation and programmed opinion 9)All systems of thought are tools that contain Known Truth 10)Morality is the vice of dogs who have only one option--Obey, or be punished 11)Society is constructed upon "common values" ---that which is common has become "law"---common = average = unexceptional = dull---We are encouraged to be lackluster and the dimmest among us have the loudest voices---they cry out for more castration, more confusion and more toys 12)Uniformity and Order are encouraged and rewarded---Deviance and T

Pointless
I hate whiny crybaby attention whore guys. I swear some men are worse than women when it comes to gossip and whining. That is all :) Oh oh oh oh oh...Make SURE everyone rates my blog too because, see they shouldnt rate it cuz its good. They should rate it cuz I said so! (this is totally sarcastic BTW) oh Happy Holidaze too!

The Points Of The Modern Lady:
- She holds her head high with pride. - No one needs to tell her she looks beautiful because she believes in herself. - She is intelligent. - She speaks only when she really has something to say. - She knows when and where adult activities are appropriate. - She keeps an open mind to please her partner in and out of the bedroom. - She walks with style and grace. - She feels no shame in expressing her inner most self.

Point To Ponder:
"The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches." Unknown Author

Points
Right, 636 points to go. Help me out here. Give me points so I get bucks and can afford vitrual booze and hookers to go with my real hooze and bookers and other things with two 'O's in their names. Still no crush. Ahhhhh.

Points!!!!!
OMG! What does a GUY have to do around here to get massive points? NEVERMIND don\'t answer that! I was just wondering \'cause I see some profiles that have like 9 gazillion point and they are like a level 300 or sumthin... when they have been on CherryTAP only a few weeks! It\'s not like I have BOOBS to flash to all who wanna see (well I do have MAN BOOBS, but those are not going to be flashin anywhere anytime soon) I sure as hell aint snappin no pics of \"work jr.\" and postin them all over everywhere. Is there sumthin I am missing here? NAH, this is the nature of the beast called social networking... The never ending supply of profiles to view and rate(never under a 10!) and read and comment on. The possibility of two people actually becoming true friends born of meeting on a site like this is slim to none (unless my definition of \"true friend\" is different than yours of course, and it just might be). So heres to True friends and CherryTAP friends alike.... ~/

Points To Ponder
Number 10 - Life is sexually transmitted. Number 9 - Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one Can Die. Number 8 - Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him Without An erection, make him a sandwich. Number 7 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a Person To use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks. Number 6 - Some people are like a Slinky.....not really good for Anything, But you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the Stairs. Number 5 - Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in Hospitals Dying of nothing. Number 4 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no Attention to criticism Number 3 - Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars, And A substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents? Number 2 - In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now The World is weird and people take Prozac to make it norm

Pointless
AS I SIT HERE ENDLESSLY DAY AFTER DAY. RATING PEOPLES PICS, PROFILES BULLITEN. ETC... HOPING PEOPLE WILL DO THE SAME.. I AM A CT NUT.. I EVEN TRY TO SEND SHOUTOUTS TO PEOPLE. THAT DOESN'T WORK.. WHAT DOES A PERSON HAVE TO DO... AND ON TOP OF IT ALL I POST A BULLITENS THAT MAYBE GETS 2 OR 3 VEIWS... COME ON PEOPLE IT'S A 2 WAY STREET. AND FOR THE PEOPLE THAT TAKES THE TIME AND GIVES UP THE LUV THANK YOU VERY MUCH..

The Point I Break
iwana scream it feels so empty things been teared away were a part of me every one gone blind why cant they see?! expected me to be that some 1 i will never be it got so complecated so hard to understand why they keep doing dat is it me or they drivin me mad strugleing the life,fact it gone so bad i kept pretending never been wanted was words just pending i been caught up in the spin feels like its some thing that has no end even though i hold stilllll doubting about my dream what if &if,n fullfill dats life&how it goes with u for real sick n tired my dreams all fade things went so bad i cant keep some thing that i never had told ma self it could be it life is crazy thought it would be like dat closest ppl keeps bugin it had me confuse where the love surroundin? got me compared to some 1 i dont like they,r jst blind dont know wots behind ever shimer and each lie wots life all about life is a BITCH its takes still not givin showin other part me i coul

860 Points
860 points to go to get me to the next level, and so i post a blog...just some tips to people who order pizza... 1) turn on your goddamn porchlight...how the FUCK do you expect your pizza to be delivered on time if NO ONE can see your house? 2) If you do turn your porchlight on, make sure your numbers are legible FROM THE ROAD...I dont care how pretty your numbers are i cant find your house if i cant SEE the numbers... 3) Speaking of numbers, those wooden block numbers are the worst piles of crap numbers you can get...i cant read your numbers when the shadows they cast upon themselves turn your street address into 1 (3 or 8) circle (8, 6, or 0) 7 east 14th [ooh, profile rated '10'! 855 points to go...thank you, sexililcrazyangel!!! now go rate her profile everyone...] 4) please understand that the time we quote you when you call is just an ESTIMATE...we're not mind readers and we dont know all the circumstances that will happen that will slow us down, so shut the fuck

Points Blah Obsessed Blah People
HI there :P Happy Hour...what a way to make people even more points obsessed. Let me tell ya something. When I joined her. You got 10 points to rate a profile and 5 points for comments :P Ya still don't get that even with this happy hour crap. Why ami writing this? noone reads my blog . But its my blog so I can bitch and moan. Another thing is some of the people on here are so fake. Suck up to guys and women for points and its just sad. Comments. I used to comment everyone of my friends once a week. Know how many I got back? Out of 3000? maybe 5. Screw that. Anyhow if your here for points...DELETE me. I know that game and its tired :P Feel free to bitch here. Its gonna be that sort of day!

A Point Of View I Found Interesting By Julia Hare
this morning i've been watching "state of the black union" and they had alot of interesting and good things to say on it. yes it is geared towards advancement of black people but the things said can be applied to people as a whole. things that people all together should think about and practice. a little something to think about. there was a day when if you acted up all your parents had to do was give you a certain look and you knew very well what it meant and that would straighten your ass up. alot of younger peeps dont know that look, they think they do but alot dont. that being said, so the first move was to not let school discipline students, they say its not right. then they tell parents you cant touch your kids in public, or they will take them away and lock you up. then they say you cant touch your kids at home, or they will take them away and lock you up. and now when the kids act up, they have "special education" schools set up for them to go to, and alternative lea

Points
i really appreciate everyone that has rated my pics and stash.unfortunately,i have reached my daily photo and stash rating limits for today.that sux.for everyone that has rated my stuff and i haven't got to do all of yours yet,i promise i will.thanks to everyone.

The Point Of Friends
friends love to be around each other friends enjoy seeing other friends happy,friends will listen to you tell ya like it is,friends have heart,sometimes they give away their heart,friends show up unexpectedly,they call you now and then they cheer you up when your feeling down friends will always be there even if you have just one friend.friends can come from anywhere from any walk of life,friends share and they care they make us happy,laugh and smile,it is so sweet to be around friends Friends don't get jealous of other friends,...I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL MY FRIENDS!!!

A Point In Your Life!!
There's a point in your life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything, But it's not giving upi It's realizing that you don't need certain people, the Bullshit and the drama they bring!!!!

4 Points!!! Fuck!
all 16 levels on mario karts,alyssa n i had em beat them fukkin Dk comes along ruins the whole thing n we lose by 4 fukking points,im so mad it just ruined my night! yeh ok call me a fukkin nerd whatever,point being here.........DK will burn in helll!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Points I Often Ponder
Why is there brail at drive up ATMs? Do they seriously think blind people are using these machines? How do they bake fortune cookies without burning the paper? Why do we drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? Why do people power walk in a mall? Do they not know they are loitering? Why is Rodeo and rodeo pronounced differently? People keep saying that foriegners need to go back home yet I do not see them packing their bags for Europe. How the hell were shrooms discovered? I mean it is not every day someone looks for something to eat under cow shit, or something to make you high for that matter. Who was the sick fuck that discovered a pig's orgasm lasted 30 minutes? I mean who the hell was that interested to really want to know that? Isn't beastiality illegal? How was it discovered that cat urine glows under a black light? (my guess in the room of a hippe who was too cheap, or high, to spring for a litter box when he/she brought home a stray.) Have you

Point Of Veiws.....
~one of my point of views~ well as all that know me i was in a year and a half realtionship and things were good at 1 point.... then suddenly every thing turned to hell....it came out of no where like a big slap in the face ...it wasnt planed to happen the way it did...but when the shit went down i ran away from it all... or so what i thought.... yea i went to texas and yes it was over brittney... but nothing changed a bit...shit stayed the same i missed her even more then what i would have being here...most would say i became a loser...cuz the month spent in texas did nothing for me...shit ever since i came back to north carolina i aint be able to get a job...and life has just been so fucked up..2006 really blowed...and drug me down to the ground...you see its new years and yet once agian i am single.... not planed but its just the way the cookie crumbeled...news flash to all the young ones out there thats been fucked over by people in there life so many times....fuck look

Points- Bought And Paid For
If you are reading this...thank you. Do not think that it's me bitchin about how the site is run or any of the new features, these are just my reflections on some things...... When I joined the site last May, I came in at member 34k ish. The site had a much different feel. You actually had to work to get your points, there was no free ride....other than a blast to help spike your points. As labor and time intensive as it may sound, getting out and earning points was how we met people. Also, I recall that they didn't have "restrictions on cherry spotlight". You could run as many and as often as you won the bid if you had the bucks. That changed when the community bitched about bouncers running the spotlight. As it was, we didnt get extra points for bouncing, those who ran them were also top promoters..... That brings me to now. I see the spot running for almost 800k cherry bucks....LOL. I guess times they are a changing. If you are willing to spend real money on fak

Points To Ponder
In the last few days I have been talking with, and reading, many views on beliefs etc. Many people criticize those that do not believe the same way, or do not have an "organized" religious belief. Now I have alot of friends of different beliefs lets say. Not necessarily a "religion" but their beliefs are different than others. Ive watched in shame as they are berated and ridiculed for their beliefs from others who claim to be "christian". So, altho I am in the midst of questioning many things myself, here are some questions to ponder when ridiculing, or judging someone else for their beliefs. 1. If my good deeds in life determine whether I go to heaven or not, why did Christ have to die for my sins? 2. Keeping the above in mind, IF Christ died for my sins, why would I need to ask for forgiveness at all as they've already been forgiven and/or paid for? 3. IF God made "man" in his image, why did adam and eve become ashamed when they realized they were naked in the garden of

Points Of View
does it matter if we have different views? does it matter that we have different skin color? does it matter if we look into each other's eyes, seeing different shades of the world? does it matter that we speak with different tongue; but when we do kiss does the feeling differ? does the sweetness change? does it matter that i am smaller? -- although i do believe that with different size comes different advantages.. i might be small in your eyes.. but my thoughts are bigger. i might be of a darker shade.. but my thoughts are lighter. i maybe off of the use of your language.. but my thoughts knew more secrets than your lips. does it really matter that we differ?

37 Points To Go
I only have 37 points left to hit the next level, lol...and i'm so tired i can't see straight anymore... dunno why i'm writing this...probably because i'm tired...blah :) thanx to all my friends that helped me get this far :)

Points
does anyone else feel like i do at times. that it seems you get to a level and stay there forever. then i hate it when you vote on people but they dont return the favor. more so when you see that they came to your page but couldnt at least rate you. ok guess im done whinning for now....lol just been one of those days for me. hope everyone else is having a better day.

Points
Alright guys, I have been stuck on this stupid level for way too long. I have decided to run a contest. The person who helps me out the most and gets me to the next level will get a a vette for helping.....please guys I am sick of this level...If ya cant help thats kool too.

Points To Ponder
Points To Ponder If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following: There would be: 57 Asians 21 Europeans 14 from the Western Hemisphere (Both North & South) 8 Africans 52 would be female 48 would be male 70 would be non-white 30 would be white 70 would be non-Christian 30 would be Christian 89 would be heterosexual 11 would be homosexual 6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the United States 80 would live in substandard housing 70 would be unable to read 50 would suffer from malnutrition 1 would be near death 1 would be near birth 1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education 1 would own a computer When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent. The following is also so

Points To Ponder
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it.) If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it!) The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. (Whoa!) A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (In my next life, I want to be a pig.) A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) (I'm still not over the pig.) Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour (Don't try this at home, maybe at work) The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. (Honey, I'm home. What the...?!) The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football f ield (30 minutes... Lu

Pointless
I decided most holidays are pointless to me except for the following: Halloween Actually thats the only one that really matters to me...odd eh? I am becoming more anti holiday more and more each year Christmas and Easter are pointless to me because they are both religious holidays and seen as how I am not religious in any sort it is pointless to me. I am not some child anymore so there is no suprise with Christmas and nor so I care about Easter and getting candy and all that other shit. And generally that whole "spending time with family" thing comes up but not everyone has family they can see. In fact...is it just me or are holidays depressing?

Pointless Survey
Would you rather go to a Mexican prison or be tortured by a South American drug lord?Depends do I get to smoke pot?Would you rather run a mile or be dragged by a car for one mile?run a mileWould you rather know when your going to die or not know?I wanna know when I'll dieWould you rather get eaten by a pack of sharks or eaten by a loin?by a lionWould you rather sit in a hospital waiting room for injury or take your chances on your own?take my chancesWould you rather eat live worms or eat mystery meat?wormsWould you rather listen to opera music or do herion?lol opera musicWould you rather climb the rocky 300ft cliff or jump from an air plane?do i get a parachute?Would you rather go to Florida or California?cali cause I've never been thereWould you rather talk on the phone or talk on the net?phoneWould you rather read a magazine or a newpaper?magazineHave you ever looked at net porn?hell yeahHave you ever been caught in a sexual act?yepHave you ever skip out on paying the bill at a restu

Point In Time
Point in Time Time and date alignments are fascinating and early this Sunday morning there's a doozey: At three minutes and four seconds after 2 a.m. on the 6th of May this year, the time and date will be 02:03:04 05/06/07. Savor that second, because it will never happen again -- at least in this space-time continuum.

Points Of Authority
FORFEIT THE GAME/BEFORE SOMEBODY ELSE TAKES YOU OUT OF THE FRAME/PUTS YOUR NAME TO SHAME COVER UP YOUR FACE//YOU CAN'T RUN THE RACE THE PACE IS TOO FAST/ YOU JUST WON'T LAST YOU LOVE THE WAY I LOOK AT YOU WHILE TAKING PLEASURE IN THE AWFUL THINGS YOU PUT ME THROUGH YOU TAKE AWAY IF I GIVE IN MY LIFE MY PRIDE IS BROKEN YOU LOVE THE THINGS I SAY I'LL DO THE WAY I'LL HURT MYSELF AGAIN JUST TO GET BACK AT YOU YOU TAKE AWAY WHEN I GIVE IN MY LIFE MY PRIDE IS BROKEN CHORUS YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU'RE NEVER WRONG YOU WANT TO ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOMEONE YOU WANT SOMEONE TO HURT LIKE YOU YOU WANT TO SHARE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH (YOU LIVE WHAT YOU LEARN) LINKIN PARK,2000

Pointed Observations...
It is hard to understand how a cemetery raised its burial cost and blamed it on the cost of living. Just remember...if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off. We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse. The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong. It is said that if you line up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try and pass them. Laughing stock - cattle with a sense of humor. You can't have everything, where would you put it? Latest survey shows that 3 out of 4 people make up 75% of the world's population. If the shoe fits, get another one just like it. Eat right. Stay fit. Die anyway. The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat drinking beer all day. As long as there are tests,

(11) Points To Living !!
Eleven Points to LIVING! Really quite good HOW TO STAY YOUNG 1. Try everything twice. On Madam’s tombstone (of Whelan's and Madam), she said she wanted this epitaph: Tried everything twice...loved it both times! 2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. (Keep this in mind, if you are one of those grouches;) 3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! 4. Enjoy the simple things. 5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER. 6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive. 7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your ho

The Point Of No Return?
The path to love and happiness, is really not outside, it's born from truth & honesty, and not within a lie. It grows within the feelings, that centers in your heart, it feeds on trust & loyalty, and does not tear apart. It lifts you when you're burdened, and holds you when you're sad, it secures you when you're jealous, and laughs when you are mad. And through the joys and sorrows, of love and hate and fear, the memories created, should last throughout your years. Loving is the answer, it grows from what you learn, your thoughts create the future, the Point of no Return. When you go off center, and lose your sense of pride, the negative surrounds you, with bitter words and lies. Sometimes indecision, and sometimes in regret, sometimes insecurity, and sometimes as a threat. Because of constant pressure, because of fear of why, because of all the questions, and because of all the lies. You need to touch your center, is what I can suggest, get hold of faith & confidence, this

Pointless....
The pointless obsessions are calling out my fears. Facing myself just as I appear. Decisions undecided and thought interrupted. The corrupt minds of those wandering alone. Those stumbling in that darkness trying to find the path to a place called home. Losing control of the elapsing time, for getting the facts of our never ending mistakes. Pointing out the misfits of the world, the undesirable un-norms. The meek light from those who attempt to shine, wings ripped from angels and placed in the devils hand. When lies conquers all and honesty with no stand. The breath of the past wanders through the minds but takes no future place in our ever changing times. The past is the past and the future the future, trying to unit them with only cause failure. Life giving you a false statement at birth, when all this world has to offer is numb tears, and ever changing fears. In the endless possibility's of our pointless lives, why is it that life only starts when death shows its eyes...

Points Ok ,
FUBAR LEVELS AND POINTS: What are Points and how do I earn them? You earn points while you surf and interact on fubar. When you reach a certain level, you will unlock features and benefits such as increased photo storage, ability to rate and comment more photos, ability to create MuMMs and more. You can see your point total on your home page or profile page. Points also help your Ranking. Points are awarded when you: Rate a photo Leave a photo comment Upload a photo Leave a comment Change your trackz Rate a member’s profile Upload a mobile photo Someone becomes your fan Someone adds you as a friend Take someone’s cherry comment Configure your mobile phone Configure your trackz Upload a stash item Rate a stash item Comment on a stash item Successfully invite someone to join fubar (500 points each) Stop by the fuBank and participate in one of the product offerings. Post a Blast! - earn points each time you post a BLAST on fubar! Send speci

2128 Points To Go~~we Can Do It!
†sexy metal man†....RIP PEPOW HOLDER 3.30.1944-3.18.2007 I love and miss you@ fubar He still needs our help. He only has 2128 points to go. It's happy hour so we get double points to rate. Thanks and have a good night! Remember we all are gonna need a little help sooner or later! Thanks, Tracy

Point Gathering Egomainiacs
I have recently realized that there are quite a few people here at fubar that seem to have one agenda. That is to just get as many points as possible as fast as possible no mater what it takes (such as posting as many erotic or nude pictures of themselves as they can.) They remind me of the women who you see in a real bar who wear the sexiest clothes in their arsenal, or as little clothes as the law allows, just to get attention. Now in a real bar the guys sit back and drool as their wifes or girlfriends elbow them in the ribs, or some guys who actually think they have a snowballs chance in hell of getting laid get shot down, crash and burn, when the they try to hit on the slut. But here at fubar you simply get totally ignored once you have rated the point gathering egomaniacs with 10's, or 11 if you are a VIP. And God forbid you rate them less than a 10 because then you are labeled a “hater”. Well listen up you whore mongers of points. Just because we don't give you a 10 doesn't mean

Points To Ponder
William J. Bennett Marriage is a relationship based in no small part on virtues. The most basic of these is responsibility, for marriage is an arrangement held together by mutual dependence and reciprocal obligations. But successful marriages are about more than fulfilling the conditions of a contract. In good marriages, men and women seek to improve themselves for the sake of their loved one. They offer and draw moral strength by sharing compassion, courage, honesty, self-discipline and a host of other virtues. Husbands and wives complete themselves through each other, and the whole of the union becomes stronger and more wonderful than the sum of the two parts. James Q Wilson The family is not one of several alternative life-styles; it is not an arena in which rights are negotiated; it is not an old fashioned barrier to a promiscuous sex life; it is not a set of cost benefit calculations. It is a commitment for which there is no feasible substitute. No child ought to be brou

Point Whores
At least he admits he is one. :| Yep, I Am ...: why not? that already overdone too? ->Yep, I Am ...: I don't suggest you try it Yep, I Am ...: nope...guess not! wonder what would happen if I put up a A or B post! lmao ->Yep, I Am ...: well I guess when you're point whoring, it doesn't make a difference what kind of crap you post Yep, I Am ...: funny! Yep, I Am ...: yeah...I really did! ->Yep, I Am ...: no, you really didn't Yep, I Am ...: yeah...love the "this is even overdone" comment! lol figured it was....but had to! ->Yep, I Am ...: yes it is Yep, I Am ...: mornin'! If we lose MuMMs because of fuckwads like this...

19000 Points Needed To Reach Fu-lord
if any of my friends or fans can spare a few mins to just bomb the hell outta my pics or what ever so i can finally level up also big thanx 2 every 1 that has bombed me in the tattoo contest so far the link for that is http://fubar.com/viewimage.php?u=837718&albumid=484896&i=1626973294

Point Of View
POINT OF VIEW by Paul I look at her and in my mind She is naked Her great round breasts Nipples like organ stops Her lush bush Then I see her bending Straight legged Her lips in full view I kneel and with my tongue Part her curtains Tasting her juice Then she is on all fours My cock deep in her Her buttocks slapping against my belly My hands cupping her breasts Then I am back This is no way to look at my mother in law

Points
intrestin thing this pointz system. ya sit here all day rating hundreds of people and voting on mumms and leavin comments for other ppl.. then when ya hope to see some luv back ya get one or two ppl and its over.. it drives me nuts

Point War
Hey everybody..my boyfriend and I are kinda having a point war and I need your help. I was beating him at one point and then he did two surveys that got approved and now he's beating me. I am at 51,550 and he is at 45,931. Please help me get past him. Thanks in advance everyone. XOXOXO

Point, Click, Wiretap!
Point, Click, Wiretap! ----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: Blaine Date: 26 Sep 2007, 06:35 _Past Peak: Science/Technology Archives_ (http://www.pastpeak.com/archives/sciencetechnology/index.htm) Point, Click, Wiretap _Black Ops_ (http://www.pastpeak.com/archives/black_ops/index.htm) _Rights, Law_ (http://www.pastpeak.com/archives/rights_law/index.htm) _Science/Technology_ (http://www.pastpeak.com/archives/sciencetechnology/index.htm) Documents obtained by the Electronic Frontier Foundation show that the FBI has developed a capability to instantly wiretap almost any communications device in the country. _Wired_ (http://www.wired.com/politics/security/news/2007/08/wiretap?currentPage=3) : The FBI has quietly built a sophisticated, point-and-click surveillance system that performs instant wiretaps on almost any communications device, according to nearly a thousand pages of restricted documents newly released under the Freedom of Information Act. The su

Points
There has been a lot of talk about 'point hoes' lately. I would just like to clarify for all those who read this... i am not a point hoe. I didn't join this site just to gain levels. I have only asked once for help to level (yesterday) but that was only cause i had something stupid like 900 points til my next level.... and it was annoying the shit out of me. If i was a point hoe, i would be asking for people to rate/fan/add me for more points still, even though i have just leveled up. i ain't gonna do that. People can do all that stuff for IF they want to and WHEN they want to. I joined this site to talk to people. And the people i have spoken to so far are great people. I am glad to have met them. I will now apologise though for not talking much to you all. But I do have a reason. I am only on dial up at the moment. It takes about 5 minutes for a fubar page to load up on my computer. This makes it difficult to chat to people on here. Which is why I try to catch up with people on weeke

9 Pointer
New to this whole blogging thing just never had much to write about. Course still don't but figure might as well put something up. Went out hunting tonight here in SC climbed up the tree about 1630 sat for a couple hours nothing but squirrels and birds to keep me company it was great weather was warm but not miserable. Then about 1830 just as Colors was playing i saw him moving through the woods to my right cutting across in front of me but to far away to take a shot and to many trees in the way. watching him walk along i had my bow at the ready just in case he turned back in front of me and gave me a shot. Then he came to the path i was sitting on and all that between us was the branch i was sitting on. slowly he stepped out from behind the branch and i drew slowly pulling the string back until i felt it on my cheek. looking through the peep sight and lining up my pins he had turned to face me giving me no shot again. Holding the bow at full draw i waited for him to turn and finally

The Point System.
The funny thing is, just like most men, most women have an unspoken point system. The female point system has more to do with our appearances and whether or not we approve of said appearances. Some women just honestly don't care about superficial things and just want to have friends to enrich their lives, and other women take the "point system" to the extreme; making every little thing a passive-aggressive competition to see who's the best. For example: weight loss. How many women out there have announced to their girlfriends that they have decided to start eating healthy and exercising because they've noticed they've gotten a bit fluffy in certain areas? What is their response? A). Your friends encourage you B). Your friends encourage you and ask if they can join in or C). They realize that they themselves are not in the best of shape, and are jealous of you for having the strength to take some initiative in your life. They then go and try to subconciously or

142,192 Points To Vampiric Godmother!
:-P BEAUTIFUL PERSON :-P and is only 433K from becoming our very first !!!Vampiric Godmother!!! She gives so much to us all it is time to return the love I know ALOT of you hit that "I'm Bored" button so why not hit her instead?!?!? (with rates not hammers you sadists lol :-P) She has some awesome pics and stash to rate so drop by and give it to her! QUEEN Nassy V4mpir3 B!tch NSFW@ fubar

Points
***You've just been awarded 345 points for being online!*** IF IT WASN'T FOR ONLINE POINTS MULTIPLE TIME A DAY AND MY 100 11'S EVERYDAY, I WOULDN'T BE MAKING HARDLY ANY POINTS AT ALL. ***I'M NOT HERE FOR POINTS. I'M HERE FOR FRIENDSHIP.*** THAT'S THE BIGGEST LINE OF BULLSHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD. THERE'S NO SUCH CONCEPT AS FRIENDSHIP ON THIS SITE. THERE'S ONE PARTICULAR WOMAN ON THIS SITE WITH OVER 28,300 FRIENDS. I'LL BET EVERY PENNY I HAVE THAT SHE NEVER TALKS TO ABOUT 28,300 OF THEM SO WHY HAVE THEM AS A FRIEND? IF YOU'RE NOT HERE FOR POINTS, WHY POST ALL THE PHOTOS YOU DO? WHY POST STASHES? I'VE ALREADY DELETED 4 TODAY WITH PROBABLY MORE ON THE WAY. I CAME HERE WITH NO FRIENDS SO IT REALLY MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME IF OR HOW MANY I HAVE. THE OPINIONS EXPRESSED IN THIS BLOG ARE MINE AND NOT SUBJECT TO RESPONSES. NEGATIVE RESPONSES COULD MAKE YOU THE NEXT ONE DELETED. DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU READ HERE, THEN YOU CAN MOVE ON TO ANOTHER PAGE AS FA

Pointless Friends
If you're reading this then I have decided to keep you. Today I went through and deleted all but a few, and yes I mean a few, friends. I was tired of people who are point whores and only worry about their status on here. It says a lot about a person. Fake ass people is what I prefer to call them. I kept you because I consider you a friend. We have talked or just met and have just started talking. If you don't like me, delete me. I am not here for points. I just use this place to make friends because I do not have a lot of time to meet new people and I am shy. Now you know why I have been single for almost five years. Anyway, feel free to let me know how you feel about this. Hopefully all of you will stay my friend and we can continue to get to know each other better. Until next time, take care of yourself and others!!! Rian

Pointless Quiz...but Hey, You'll Learn Stuff About Me!
1.NAME: My alter ego is Sheridan Darby. In certain darkened bed chambers, I have been referred to as Miss Dominique:P Laugh as you will. 2.BIRTHDATE: 6th February, 1983 (the year of 'Flashdance'!!!) 3.WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: A rubbish hell hole called Torquay in the UK. 4.ASTROLOOGY SIGN: Aquarius. 5.RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single...and I'm not looking! 6.CURRENT MOOD: Indifferent as always. 7.EYE COLOUR: Pale blue 8.HAIR COLOUR: Chocolate brown. 9.FAVOURITE COLOUR: Aquamarine. 10.FAVOURITE NUMBER: 6 11.FAVOURITE CANDY: M&Ms (chocolate) 12.FAVOURITE ANIMAL: The (not so) humble cat! ——————————————————————————————————— THE RANDOM QUESTIONS… 1.DO YOU ENJOY WATCHING TRAGEDY ON TV? Oh it brings me much pleasure. I'm only happy when I'm crying or bleeding lol. Oh my god, I AM an emo! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! 2.DO YOU HAVE A SECRET? Not telling. 3.DO YOU HAVE A PERFECT ENEMY? Myself of course. 4.ARE THERE JUST GOOD AND BAD PEOPLE? I believe there are

Point Of Authority
" I am sure that most all of you have heard by now the tasering on Andrew Meyer. Clearly there has been a significant proportion of people that have responded with anger and indignation to what they view as the police using far too much force on Meyer without just cause. On the other hand, many people I have spoken with have defended the police. Even while admitting that their actions may have been rather heavy-handed, they will bring up – and reasonably so – the fact that police officers work in an atmosphere of great danger. Thus, they argue, we need to be sympathetic to the fact that the officers were responding to a person who was in fact resisting arrest, regardless of whether or not the arrest was originally justified or not. But what is most striking to me is the level of emotion with which I've seen many people, including myself, respond on both sides of the issue. While some certainly take a rather balanced and objective view of the incident, others respond in

Points Grabbers
Greetings fellow Fubar~Freaks. I am not One to sit and watch anybody rate My goods throughout My pages and NOT ACCEPT a friend request. I watch. I warn. I block. If you desire to earn points then I strongly promote the notion that you shall request I add you or accept to add Me. I enjoy all that goes with this Fubar ideas yet selfish people are exactly that... I am in no need of friends simply to have their points move upwards. If you want anything from this Master... become better prepared to be proper whether you are involved or ignorant of this Lifestyle I impose the rules that I Live by on everybody. Cooments of criticism shall have a friend blocked because only My friends can do anything here on all My pages. Feel free but do not expect me to come to you free of charge... HAR!!! Be Well. Be Gone. Its Always Good On My Side Of This Fence. Master JerryVG2

Points Not Accumulating And Stuck At 99%
fubarbarians! Points not adding up?? = VERIFY YOUR EMAIL or SUBMIT A SALUTE! fubar will not allow members to accumulate points when "stuck at 99%" because it caused a problem with leveling up. NOW, your points will FREEZE until you submit one of the level requirements: by level 3, you need to have a verified email, or your account will FREEZE. By level 10, you need to have submitted a salute and have it approved, or your level will FREEZE. If your email gets blacklisted and thus unverified, at any level, your level and points will freeze until you reverify. Any points/fubucks earned while you are frozen will NOT be added retroactively. This includes all points earned by rating, completing surveys, and the like. If you purchase blasts, tickers, and happy hours while you are frozen, and do not accumulate points while they run because you are frozen, they will not be refunded. If you really care about your level, please be aware of it at all times so there are no issues wit

Points Not Accumulating And Stuck At 99%
***REPOST OF SCRAPPERS BLOG*** Fubarbarians! Points not adding up?? = VERIFY YOUR EMAIL or SUBMIT A SALUTE! fubar will not allow members to accumulate points when "stuck at 99%" because it caused a problem with leveling up. NOW, your points will FREEZE until you submit one of the level requirements: by level 3, you need to have a verified email, or your account will FREEZE. By level 10, you need to have submitted a salute and have it approved, or your level will FREEZE. If your email gets blacklisted and thus unverified, at any level, your level and points will freeze until you reverify. Any points/fubucks earned while you are frozen will NOT be added retroactively. This includes all points earned by rating, completing surveys, and the like. If you purchase blasts, tickers, and happy hours while you are frozen, and do not accumulate points while they run because you are frozen, they will not be refunded. If you really care about your level, please be aware of it at

Pointless Rambling...
Just rambling for a bit. The blog is the only thing that listens sometimes. You can't trust people to be there when you actually need them. You can't give people advice either. They don't take it. Something that the heart is set on always desires that object. I have learned this through experience. Happiness is what you make it, right? What about your surroundings do they not create either happiness or sadness? When trapped in a negative surrounding does your happiness you have created suffocate? I feel like I can not breath anymore. There are so many things I want. But my positivity is fading away. Maybe I am too impatient or persistant. Isn't everyone at some point in their life time. I screw up a lot. I make people leave me and never want to be around me again or others I amuse to the point their sides are splitting. So it makes me wonder, is it me or who I am speaking with. When I like someone I can not express my true feelings but I can say it to others. My faults are long while m

Pointless
That all that I have been not be in vain, But blend into the earth of your believing. Though I chose death instead of pointless pain, My love and need for all of you remain. for only in you do i live again, thought i chose death instead of pointless pain

Points
this was a post from Molly in club far-- I GOT IT FROM SEXY BLUE EYES > > FuBar Pts. Break Down > > WHEN YOU DO THE FOLLOWING YOU GET > > 3 pts for rating a profile > > 2 pts for leaving profile comment > > 1 pt. for rating a photo > > 1 pt. for photo comment > > 1 pt. for stash rating > > 1 pt. for stash comment > > 0 pts for fanning someone > > > > THE PERSON YOUR HELPING OUT GETS > > 11 pts for you fanning them > > 6 pts for you rating there profile > > 6 pts for photo rating > > 6 pts for photo comment > > 6 pts for stash rating > > 6 pts for stash comment > > 5 pts for page comment > > > > Please keep in mind all pts are doubled for you and them during Happy Hour. > > > > As you can see when trying to level someone it pays to fan them. > > > > Stash and pic rates and comments may be worth the same but I personally find it alot easier to rate stash then pics. > > > > Also for those of you that may not have realized as you can see its also helping you out w