annieo Posted June 26, 2008 Share Posted June 26, 2008 Only when the bones are laid bare of the love-built sanctuary, reduced to static elements and hard indifferent matter, the true calligraphy of lives entwined emerges as a framework a blueprint for the past architects of relationships can map their way back to the beginnings defining drop of concrete, clarion strike of hammer that formed the foundations of the tower that fell feeling the curve of sinewy, relentless road the rear view mirror reveals all Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 27, 2008 Share Posted June 27, 2008 Walking through the woods one day my feet were lead, my hips like clay towards my grandmother's house I made my solitary, wary way I carried fruit and muffins warm but then felt hot breath on my arm I turned with fear, my pupils wide and saw a wolf was at my side "What do you want of me" I stuttered the Wolf just eyed my frame and chuckled, "It's not the the basket that I seek, but your moist and rosy flesh to tweak." What did I do to deserve this fate was I too slow, was it too late? Or perhaps I dressed as harlots do, a red-veiled mystery, alone and new. I wish I could write something as good as above but my emotions burn bright too much hate and love? i hope you post more i hope you don't stop the words you wrote i adore something i probably never top Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 27, 2008 Share Posted June 27, 2008 I wish I could write something as good as above but my emotions burn bright too much hate and love? i hope you post more i hope you don't stop the words you wrote i adore something i probably never top hate and love they are a glove of velvet hiding steel they don't inhibit discourse they permit they cleanse as well as heal your words are sweet my needs they meet your text a perfect meal Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 hate and love they are a glove of velvet hiding steel they don't inhibit discourse they permit they cleanse as well as heal your words are sweet my needs they meet your text a perfect meal strange how my needs somehow meet yours strange how that helps nothing is cut and dry nothing makes much sense if one is ignorant of perfection ignorant of normalcy are pain and problems recognized? how could one know strange how your words sometimes meet my needs strange how that helps Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 O i like them dark i love the contrast when bright, shiny things rest on them O i like them like night for they give yellow a whole new color i want them in a summer dress that i can lift and toy beneath O i like them pitch for when they smile it gives white a whole new meaning O i like them dark so sweet so ripe O i like them dark Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 O i like them dark i love the contrast when bright, shiny things rest on them O i like them like night for they give yellow a whole new color i want them in a summer dress that i can lift and toy beneath O i like them pitch for when they smile it gives white a whole new meaning O i like them dark so sweet so ripe O i like them dark Beautiful words. Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 the less she shows the more i want to see she's stuck in my head how does she do this to me? the more she ignores the less i can keep away i want to be on her mind every night and every day when she walks by i watch from behind i hold my breath but a look back is declined i think its better this way -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 i like to look at strippers and sit right up to the stage i hold out my dollar for any size of legal age they grab that pole and spin with their butt they shake and clench and when they bend over and spread them I say 'Hey, what's that stench?' i like to make them dance its the power of the dollar you see but they get nothing until the panties come off and then they get my comment 'Is that pee I see?' by this time i'm getting attention and the bouncer is showing me the door 'You can't treat the women that way!' That's ok. I don't want to see any more! -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 the less she shows the more i want to see she's stuck in my head how does she do this to me? the more she ignores the less i can keep away i want to be on her mind every night and every day when she walks by i watch from behind i hold my breath but a look back is declined i think its better this way -ltw I understand these words ... Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 i like to look at strippers and sit right up to the stage i hold out my dollar for any size of legal age they grab that pole and spin with their butt they shake and clench and when they bend over and spread them I say 'Hey, what's that stench?' i like to make them dance its the power of the dollar you see but they get nothing until the panties come off and then they get my comment 'Is that pee I see?' by this time i'm getting attention and the bouncer is showing me the door 'You can't treat the women that way!' That's ok. I don't want to see any more! -ltw Ugly, but at least honest, words. Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 shaking for the losers in the front row I wonder to myself, who can I milk the most there's one fat, lonely and sweet a napkin on his lap at least he's neat and then there is the dead-eyed bloke who broods and smokes heart and wallet burnt toast two greasy businessmen on leave from their wives they'd guiltily fork out for me to say hi decisions, decisions what shall I do? Such myriad choices and OH, such men! bring me another vodka I'll make my choice then Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 it's all in play these words are just jest i save my soul for those I love best the one I love most I know through me she lets me breathe through her eyes i see Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 everything or nothing is that so bad? everything or nothing more than i had if i settle for less it can only depress i don't need to impress its necessity for success everything or nothing thats what you mean to me everything or nothing my beautiful, bloomy, beauty -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 shaking for the losers in the front row I wonder to myself, who can I milk the most there's one fat, lonely and sweet a napkin on his lap at least he's neat and then there is the dead-eyed bloke who broods and smokes heart and wallet burnt toast two greasy businessmen on leave from their wives they'd guiltily fork out for me to say hi decisions, decisions what shall I do? Such myriad choices and OH, such men! bring me another vodka I'll make my choice then consider me for though i'm in this dark den i can explain why i dwell among such men i hold no secrets yet i don't tell though i'm among devils i'm simply testing Hell my eyes lock on yours and see the same abyss in your soul its empty bitter yet innocent others deeds have taken their toll you have a crying deep within you that never seems to come out but turns, burns, and boils within you and someday it will shout dead inside we are yet our bodies live on peace of mind seems ever far how much longer do we let it go on? -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 An orgasm drinks. A subtle nude ache whispers. Full urgency screams. -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 Lust worships passion. The secrets bite or breasts drip. Wetly, joy trembles. Hard, naked embraces probe. The women stroke fever. Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 Lovers melt midday. Wisdom spins spring but truth melts. Journeys move the eyes. Trinkets swing but petals turn. Twittering, white heat cavorts. Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 Swollen roots snigger. Resilient ooze cavorts. Coarsely, hell retorts. Apathy slips then thirst vaults. Selfish reddish cads giggle. Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 still am I icicle reflect the glossy light dripping I surrender to the dark sheets of night who are you? Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 who makes me melt Link to post Share on other sites
annieo Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 blood goes to where it's led you feed the vampire you don't want dead and to the other you plug your ears they moan home home home Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 28, 2008 Share Posted June 28, 2008 who am i? only others can answer for one cannot truly see themselves one can only deal with the transgressions as they try to see themselves lucky souls know only comfort and part of them never dies never understanding the pain of others clueless,stagnant unlucky ones die inside neutral ones, a zombie, for no fight left inside evil ones, a vampire, defiant to the world and those in between with just a glimmer of hope refusing to succumb either way become a monster partially dead partially alive partially human partially beast like the wolf of the moon -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 29, 2008 Share Posted June 29, 2008 there, floating in the clouds above me gone, baby, gone is what you are in a whisper of the heart but i've become the man who never was gone, baby, gone -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
Lovelybird Posted June 30, 2008 Share Posted June 30, 2008 It is real The pain Where did it come from From rebellions? Denying the truth? Selfishness? Not understand? Too much imagination? Trying to figure out everything? Digging darkness? Stubborness? One told me It is simple Not that difficult Just trust And relax Once came to a place Feel like stripped from pride delusions and many things I created to show the world Feel like naked No need to pretend Seems lose everything But gain everything Like a free bird A best place to be Now I can tell I am happy I found hope complicated And simple Link to post Share on other sites
LikeTheWolf Posted June 30, 2008 Share Posted June 30, 2008 tomorrow i fear will be an empty day something will be missing i'm sure i have no control and it's nothing i can ask for it's nothing i can hint at otherwise, it loses all meaning all truth tomorrow will be the hardest day and after that, it will get easier it always does how can something that will be missing hurt so much? if only absence will envelop me whole and drown me tomorrow i fear will be an empty day -ltw Link to post Share on other sites
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