Something for the Poets.

[LikeTheWolf]

it wasn't I who killed your grandma

thought we both had quite a time

you would know this if you listened carefully

so shooting me would be a crime

 

i wasn't always a monster

it was a woman that made me this way

i blame the beautiful gypsy queen

but that is another story

 

have you considered the hunter?

jealousy may have ensued

he may have seen your grandma and i

and he totally became unscrewed

 

killing her after i left

leaving you to find her dead

for you see at the time I was gone

and talking to you instead

 

so it will be the gypsy queen I seek

for that is how I was turned

killing her may not cure the curse

but to her I will return

 

lay down your gun and hold your fire

seek the hunter and let me go

i shall return if i survive

for your beauty compels me so

 

-LTW

 

y

[LikeTheWolf]

she makes a worn pair of panties a treasure

she makes you want to watch her all day

breathe her air

touch her hair

she makes you struggle for something to say

she makes any bad day a pleasure

 

- LTW

 

s

[Nemo]

she makes a worn pair of panties a treasure

I love ya work, but that's just sooo wrong, by any measure.

 

Maybe if you buried them, and mark the spot with an X.

[LikeTheWolf]

my stomach growls and i feel weak

my body is eating itself

i'll wake up lighter, but hungrier still

always full of desire and want

 

however if i ate my fill the night before

i'd have no craving from then on

maybe even tired of a hot, steaming dish

like you

 

-LTW

 

w

[Nemo]

Maybe if you buried them, and mark the spot with an X?

Or maybe I'm just not getting nearly enough sex?

Whichever it is

I think you should drop the panties

Then you can get straight to the point

And taste whatever it is that you fancies

[LikeTheWolf]

it's been two ten years since i've seen you

my we changed so much

you look amazing

for lack of a stronger word

and I...just look different (maybe for the better)

 

though we barely talked back then

now I catch your eyes looking at mine

(when we are talking to others)

or are you catching mine instead?

 

blond hair

brown eyes

not my type

until now

 

i want to meet you outside

and go on a long drive

on this dark wet night

let's park in abandoned fields

and let the radio be our night-morning seranade

where the music is being played for us

it's forbidden

but with how we were treated over the years

are we not justified?

let us take what was denied

for so long

 

- LTW

 

e

[LikeTheWolf]

she's curled on the bed

on the covers, not beneath

dressed in a pink sweater

and blue jeans

she breathes quiet, gentle like

her eyes are closed

her mouth slightly open

and i could never show her

how beautiful she is, at this moment

without waking her

she is exactly who she is

and nothing else

 

- ltw

 

e

[LikeTheWolf]

you can take me anytime you want

just slip right in and close the door

don't take no for an answer

put your leg on my desk in front of me

and pull me under by my tie

you can even choke me a little

push me back

strattle me

rip open my shirt

and let me have it

force yourself on me

because that's the only way it's going to happen

 

-ltw

 

t

[LikeTheWolf]

i have 37 dollars in change

i'm bored and on the hunt

i'm wearing a shirt i wore in high school

with a naked lady on the front

 

where are the renegrade librians

thats a fetish im hungry for

im tasting copper

i know i am but yet i dont feel poor

 

like an angel without wings

im stuck down here on this voyage

people come at me left at right

but i only want women with cleavage

 

i'm not your music man

i'm bored and on the hunt

i'm wearing a shirt i wore in high school

with a naked lady on the front

 

 

-LTW

 

,

[LikeTheWolf]

oh thank God she's dead

I couldn't take looking at her anymore

actress like legs

face like a model

I watched her like a hawk every Tuesday night

but no more

because she's dead

and I'm so glad

every time i saw her she reminded me of HER

and now I'll only see her

in the Summer

(on reruns)

 

-LTW

 

m

[burning 4 revenge]

Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov:

 

In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. Through the darkness and the tender trees we could see the arabesques of lighted windows which, touched up by the colored inks of sensitive memory, appear to me now like playing cards--presumably because a bridge game was keeping the enemy busy. She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own. Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure, half-pain, came over those childish features.

Okay, your youth obsession is starting to freak me out.....

[LikeTheWolf]

if you twist my arm

you'll break it

if you want my life

you'll take it

 

you're never getting the best of me

 

if you poke me with your knife

i'll push it in for a stab

if you push me down

i'll put myself on a slab

 

you're never getting the best of me

 

if you crack my neck

i'll finish the twist to complete the break

you'll have to live with the aftermath

i'll see in you Hell for Hell's sake

 

-ltw

 

y

[LikeTheWolf]

Dark, grimy skyscrapers calmly grab a big, misty sky

ooh, desolation!

death is a hot light

cigarettes burn like the dead dreams of men

the naive new comer hustles in the rain

 

- ltw

[Storyrider]

Dark, grimy skyscrapers calmly grab a big, misty sky

ooh, desolation!

death is a hot light

cigarettes burn like the dead dreams of men

the naive new comer hustles in the rain

 

- ltw

I like this one. Very Noir.

[burning 4 revenge]

I dont like poetry or poets

[Nemo]

I dont like poetry or poets

Or apostrophes. Or full stops. In a strange twist of fate, maybe poets like you?

[Nemo]

As an aside, I'm a bit annoyed that my cucumber poem was overwritten by binary zeroes.

[Storyrider]

As an aside, I'm a bit annoyed that my cucumber poem was overwritten by binary zeroes.

Yes, that is a shame. I think I remember the basic thrust of it, though.

[LikeTheWolf]

I write this confession especially for you

to prove that my desire for you is true

never shall I seek another mate

nor shall you ever experience a second class date

 

[my sweet], you are sightly stunning

when i am near you my pulse goes running

it never pains me to confess

what i felt when you said yes

 

you are in my mind most every day

but i know you had to go away

though this confession has come to an end

there are many more i wish i could send

 

(based on a poem by author unknown)

 

-ltw

 

d

[Nemo]

I miss you

I try to put you behind me

Like a giant green cucumber

It's cool and refreshing

But not the same

 

I miss you

I wish you would come back

We can put the coolness behind us

Because it's long enough

For us to share

 

Kind of lame, if I do say so myself.

[Storyrider]

I miss you

I try to put you behind me

Like a giant green cucumber

It's cool and refreshing

But not the same

 

I miss you

I wish you would come back

We can put the coolness behind us

Because it's long enough

For us to share

 

Kind of lame, if I do say so myself.

Did you memorize it? Or did you have it saved someplace else?

 

I only memorized the x-rated arse-wafting bits.

[Nemo]

Did you memorize it? Or did you have it saved someplace else?

I pulled it from Google's cucumber cache. Fortunately, it was still quite fresh.

[Storyrider]

I pulled it from Google's cucumber cache. Fortunately, it was still quite fresh.

 

:lmao:

[Trialbyfire]

I'm sad. All my wolf killing poetry is gone.

 

Okay, time for something completely different:

 

 

Desire,

I brush against you,

Body tingling with sensation,

I feel your heartbeat,

Thundering beneath my fingertips,

I can barely breathe,

Barely think lucid thoughts,

Beyond fleeting images of our bodies entwined,

Skin to skin,

Senses swamped.

[LikeTheWolf]

She wasn't a pretty girl

but beauty was never my thing

she had so much more to offer

sometimes i wish she just bit back

because maybe she'd still be here

 

-ltw