where has the time gone, from a tadpole to 30 years, wow..in a blink of an eye. thanks for the relative story....

it's always the thoughts rather than the materialism that captures our hearts the most.....hopefully the memories never fade like the ornament.....Hold them dear...me liked this, now if I could only find that scooter I build with roller skates and a lawnmower handle...those were the days when we appreciated life and each other.

I'm rhyme schemes
that don't make much sense.
Jim Beam and dreams
and my two cents.

^did you know that Poe wrote much of his stuff in a drunken stupor, I wonder what is worse, drinking alone, or just being drunk with loneliness.....you've captured what many feel daily...

The Roses

Planting the seeds
so easy to do
blossoming flowers
the reflection of you

the roses were young
so innocent and free
needing constant nourishment
for the essence of their beauty

rapidly they grew
strong and erect
an orchestra running wild
with no one to direct

the soil now tainted
chemically infected
the roses die daily
because they were neglected.....


Love a child, especially if it's your own.
It's so easy to fertilize a seed, grooming the
flower takes compassion and dedication.

to be perfectly honest I seriously doubt any one person could handle "all of you", but you'd make him have fun trying....I do so love your sarcastic wit woman.....but even more so your ability to express it......

A chime to let you know I cry.
For simple reasons on my list.
Too long it's been since I've been kissed

^know what you mean last time I was kissed I cried out to, in ecstacy...lmao

seriously, yearning is nothing less than a teardrop that has yet to fall, and you penned it nicely....

that's awesome and congrats, you should be very proud.

There are those who fight for the zest of life and there are those who have become a martyr of pain and anguish. Distinguishing yourself is the key. The struggle remains constant, it's easy to get tired, but what is life without a struggle, I don't think I could have it any other way, then again, I don't think it has ever been any other way......Some people see a tear in the corner of a childs eye, and go about their business, it brings me to my knees.

Thanks all who visit and comment, I'm ok if you're ok so sayeth dick gregory...good book too

Personally, do you find it better to live in pain or die in ecstasy?

^wow, intriguing...I've only known one way, and you'd have to understand the psychic of some people to understand what I'm about to say. Pain can be ecstacy for some, some love dwelling there and allowing it to consume them, surely you as a writer would understand the soul of someone such as Poe.....Nuff said.

It's time to go

so much heartache
far too many tears
as this bitter soul
reflects upon empty years

of nothing gained
through wisdom's agony
it was bound to get better
such a fool is me

the lessons of life
begin with a doctors hand
we cry before breathing
we grow to understand

should have known then
in our infant state of mind
that the world would be tragic
and fate so unkind

yet we had faith and hope
for a much brighter day
and the snow always melts
like the myths of santa's sleigh

we turn on the lights
but the room remains dark
age has doused the flame
society has stolen the spark

recalling youthful days
when we laughed and played
became miniature Entrepreneur's
selling tasteless lemonade

and people bought it
because we were so cute
however when puppies turn to dogs
we give them the boot

such a realization
just adds to the pain
it's time to go now
before I go insane

I was dying to live
now I live to die
and if fate becomes kind
this is goodbye.......


Part of the "I'm tired" series

Life at 150 MPH

a road turns into a cloud
as the lonely figure rides
towards the gates of hell

mirrored face shield
hides the devilish smile
from onlookers curious

what's the hurry
does he know the risk
and does he even care

No

because life looks so different
and feels so good at 150 mph
there's not enough time to think

decisions are for fools
the road is straight
the course set
a dead end means
FREEDOM...............

I'm Tired

Tired of "now I lay me down to sleep"
those soothing lullabyes of lies
to comfort a restless soul
of which pain becomes an exotic pillow

tired of the tears within a childs eye
that unto which my very heart bleeds
the salted poisoned sap of nature
flowing from willows broken branches

tired of drug infested roses
produced to be bigger and allegedly better
yet the smell has been tainted
with man's morbid sense of righteousness

tired of empty rooms
that bare my own reflection
shadows beckon unto me
their utterance my own voice

tired of being afraid to die
and yet I never was
loneliness has taught me many things
mostly, I'm afraid to live

tired of writing poetry
that glorifies the hearse
yet satin lined coffins
seem appropriate in verse

now I lay me down to sleep
finally, too tired to weep........

second that motion, craigslist is the best, no shipping, no bidding and you can even haggle the price.....I've done well over a hundred transactions on craigslist and have never had an issue, but like everything else, be careful of scammers and criminals.....

craigslist.com or craigslist.org, almost in every city and town

wow, when I first opened this I said damn that's one long a.s.s poem, but it's a collection, great idea and very frugal on space....

now this last one is exciting, because every once in a while you come across a read that you think to yourself, hey that would look awesome on a hallmark plaque and this is no exception. I enjoyed it and wondered what it would be like to have a love such as that....My muse would probably divorce me, but it'd be worth it...aweome write.

sad when reality shakes us from a slumber where we visited what once was, at least your sheets remained dry....however this was fluid and kept me reading til the very end, which you finished quite nicely....Much enjoyed, and welcome to the forums, hope to read more.

interesting concept, I've always felt that relationships got in trouble when one tried to mold the other...hmmm, whatever works....I can't be molded, the original has been broken...still though, this had a nice shape to it.

sad when a child loses their innocence.....they no not of hate, rascism nor evil, then teaching begins...love the metaphors....

see it wasn't that hard was it...I'm blushing, you...

collabs are very hard to do because you have to be of the same accord or be in the same frame of mind....enjoyed your lines. Class pays off....nice job

valid points from both of you, thanks, and yes I guess it basically comes down to a decision between the members (writers) themselves, which is as it should be.....appreciate the input

that being said, maybe you'd consider starting a positive critique forum, or you probably alreadydiscussed it and don't want the headaches.

a friend of mine, I'll call him sluvious wrote a poem once identical to mine, little did I know he was there all the time....

nice, we often place ourself in second person to understand the insanity of it all, see I told you your writing teaches.

People shouldn't comment on works if it didn't really touch them. I don't think its appropriate to throw around nice comments simply because you want someone else to come and read your stuff

absolutely agree, that wasn't my point, me personally unless you have some constructive criticism I don't really need comments unless of course the message applies and or one finds it relevant to their life, then I'd like to hear their perspective, but I don't need condescending comments....I know I can write, it may not be good but it's good enough to get my point across....this was basically for other writers who have a lot of talent and are really unaware of how good they are, Plastic pancakes being one of those.

but then again,,,,I am NOT a WELL EDUCATED MAN....as even the word
etiquette, would be only USED by ME,,,as in a joking format.
I am NOT ashamed of THIS,,just REAL with-it..

^and yet you may possess the greatest education of all....education of self....I myself have basically been self taught through being an introvert and reading everything I could get my hands on early in life, it took me away from the abyss called reality....Now I choose to live life rather than run from it. Your talents can't be found in spelling or sentence structure but rather in a more valuable place....Honesty......and you do express that good enough for all to comprehend. They could learn from you.