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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 20:54:13 GMT
Good------ Morning, Evening, afternoon whichever! Thanks for creating an area for writings, as that's where things work for me... Some of these are new, some old, various topics but all mine!
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 20:55:22 GMT
Breathe
My sleep is splintered at best You haunt my dreams worse than any of the others Vengeance does not belong to the Lord; It belongs to you In your cool delicate hands, you wield it expertly. You carve up my dreams Your vivisections fillet my soul... Damn, I wish I could breathe.
The sheets are soaked with sweat. They reek of sour bitter uselessness. How I wish I could go back and undo this. Why didn't I breathe?
I yearn to feel your soft pliant skin beneath my fingers. To smell the peaches upon your neck, down your cleavage, across your hips. Ahh, to be mesmerized by your eyes once more To kiss your sweet lips, hip deep in you... But the sod is your only blanket - the last thing I gave you. I would stop breathing, if it would just bring you back.
I'm not wanting forever, nor to start from the beginning; all I need is five minutes - to undo the mistake - to make you breathe again.
mickey
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 20:57:40 GMT
The Hammock
Under the cottonwood's canopy, you and I float on a breeze as sweet and cool as the Mangione solo on the radio.
Our green and white canvas raft protecting us from gravity's iron grip.
The sun perched on the distant treeline, sticking around a few minutes more.
If time stops now, here I die in the perfect union of love and peace in your arms.
Mickey
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 20:59:43 GMT
Losers
We sit, and we lie: to each other and to ourselves, don't we? Are your words real, or just what you need to say to get in my pants?
No, don't speak! My ears are so dead that I can't glean the truth from the bullshit. Your voice is so convincing, you've even deceived yourself.
The arrogance of youth versus the jaded, scarred psyche: this is one battle no one wins.
Mickey
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Post by LMP on Jan 11, 2015 21:02:54 GMT
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Post by muchtrouble on Jan 11, 2015 22:33:40 GMT
Those are lovely poems, Mickey, and I can't tell you how much I envy you your gift. I wrote a poem ONCE...It started out: I had a ship made of gold It was old, old, old. From there it went downhill, so creative writing is NOT my bag. I'm so thankful there are people like you who can put my feelings into words.
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 22:46:13 GMT
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 22:52:45 GMT
Those are lovely poems, Mickey, and I can't tell you how much I envy you your gift. I wrote a poem ONCE...It started out: I had a ship made of gold It was old, old, old. From there it went downhill, so creative writing is NOT my bag. I'm so thankful there are people like you who can put my feelings into words. Sometimes, things come together right. I try, but lately have been buried in school work and the books that my poetry is slacking a little. Glad you liked them and stop by anytime the new light is on.
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 23:43:59 GMT
Last Chance
Clinging like Saran Wrap, you proclaim you love me? Do you know the meaning of the word, other than the physical aspect? You do have the motions down pat, but you have no self-esteem. Do you know yourself? Do you love yourself? You don't trust yourself, so you can't trust me?
I will not live in a mason jar with a couple of holes in the lid. I can't live my life and yours too. Yes the world is scary; it has been since time began. Drugs and alcohol don't improve it, nor is the solution.
You demand proof I love you, but fail to see it when I give it. You dismiss it, usually drunk or stoned. Now you have no choice. If I didn't love you, you wouldn't be here. Get well, dearest.
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 23:47:28 GMT
The Cabin
As the wind turned to the north a sweet thought crossed my mind you and me in a cabin at the edge of the timberline
the moon is full,but draped in clouds the wind blows brisk and cold now we are wrapped in front of the fire in the distance a lone wolf howls
Just you and I all alone Far from the rest of the world the snow was falling softly we cared not if a blizzard swirls
Wood piled high near the fire place empty wine bottle on the floor rolling around on a bearskin rug we kiss and kiss and kiss some more
deep in passion,bodies intertwined giving as much as we take keeping each other safe and warm waiting for the storm to break...
Waking early wrapped in bear skin enjoying the comfort of your skin our hearts beating as one,breathing same knowing that we were snowed in
you stir and whisper "mornin, Mickey" I responded "morning,Lor" then standing up,you took the skin and left me naked on the floor
Got the fire going,cleaning up cooked breakfast,then rest awhile then you grinned and asked "Again?" I kissed your cheek and smiled
"Darlin',you read my mind... all in all, an easy task..." just you and I,no one around 'twas no more I could ask....
Now I can't forget the day you were truly mine in a cabin,in the wood at the edge of the timberline
mickey
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Post by druid627 on Jan 11, 2015 23:51:06 GMT
A Hell-hound Named Regret
My past won't stay put. The sleeping dog stirs, Pulling me down the over worn path. I wanted to dodge it this year, I have slipped passed before The mutt nips my heels pulls the lead, headbutts me in the direction I dread. Nothing on that road but pain. Traveled it many times landscape never changes: ground is littered with shards of my heart what if's and whys; the air here is laden: despair, misery, booze acrid smoke rises, some legal, repelling me as it beckons.
I say it's over, I'm done but these words won't stick Not even thirty odd years of plaster grips them in place Damn that son-of-a-bitch... One day, I will slit its throat while it sleeps, after which I will flambe it. May I should dice him instead...
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Post by Dreamer on Jan 12, 2015 1:26:08 GMT
very nice work druid!!
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Post by druid627 on Jan 12, 2015 2:36:28 GMT
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Post by Boys Night Out on Jan 12, 2015 2:58:21 GMT
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Post by druid627 on Jan 12, 2015 4:02:07 GMT
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