Thank you

ahuh - I think we all do sometimes
mteagle
(((Harold)))
Kim

1. Porcelain

Your fingers used to form the clay
You’ve added pieces to it every day
With word or glance you press into place
Molding this façade over my face
Those fingers used to touch my skin
Now all they touch is the porcelain
Your sighs and murmurs are colors mute
Vivid ones used when you’re a brute
Upon my visage these colors you brush
While the person beneath you slowly crush

2. Deep Sea Diver’s

I don’t understand why you want me this way
Why you feel you must change me every day
And now you don’t like what I am
You say I’ve changed
I’m not the same woman
You say it’s my fault
That I’m to blame
And now I must hide my face out of shame
I try to cry but my tears trapped inside
I’m just so tired of having to hide
It’s to the point I don’t know my own touch
I’ve become numb I wear it so much
Now it’s so thick my voice can’t be heard
Which I think is the way you’ve always preferred

3. Of the Warrior

**** you if you don’t want to see me for real
**** you for invalidating what I feel
This is what you want?
A mask on my face?
Everything I was you want to erase?
I’ll be damned if I let you make this alone
I’ll just add some clay of my own
Make sure nothing of me can get through
Not that you’d care if I ever do
I don’t care anymore
**** all this ****
I’m to the point where I’m over it

4. For Sale

All that is left of me
Is the mask that you see
Where you see a face
I see only disgrace
I let myself become
Something deaf and dumb
Nothing left inside
No one left to hide
The deed is done
I am gone

Seriously, all this rambling about how Palin needs to be a good mom and stay at home with her family because they obviously need help...

why aren't people saying the same thing about the Obamas?

He's running for President...Michelle works...where is the parenting there? Or is this just because neither of them are old enough to make adult mistakes?

When Sounds Leave

When you hear them pack their bags
Their large feet shrinking away through the door
Their hands on the gate

There are
the spaces they leave

Just there
the poem places a last glance back at the window imprinted with ghost thuds of birds
Tiny carcasses already dropped to the purring mouths of quiet cats with long transparent whiskers to move soundlessly through the night
green eyed

Here the sounds wobble as another marches by loudly
measuring a distance with the certainty of numbers noted down
Where their edges are lost in the overlapping

A sharp urgency flounders
behind a dull puckered
These are not sounds
these are words
interrupted by the sharp announcement of the doorbell rising to be heard past the furniture as if unexpected
Hands clench
small pawed in cotton skirted courtesy
Follow the words trailing
As a shrill wind fills the silence left wide open behind them
Heavy lidded you return to the page which shivered blankly beneath a note written then placed in a pocket
A moment stained with the mottled impossibility
of containing an ending in the telling
remains

Oh my! Well, look at you (((Harold)))
Wonderful!!

You know I loves ya!
Sorry I missed your calls today!
I will make up for it tomorrow!!!

Thank you!

myka
kc
Different
Harold
LA
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Wonderful pkd!!!

We Entwine

I had an inkling
More than delicate tears
and soft lips

More than a sip
from your golden chalice

Unfettered by affection
Surrounded by miser’s smiles

In the aftertaste
of your voracious tongue

The rolling apples
of your words

Beneath
the dimly vanishing

The common language
of selfish flesh

So here you are,
pen-poised.
ready-to-read.

This Poem
underline here

Your antennae testing
tonal temperatures
Eyes-pied-wide
arch-eye-browed
Cochlea cushioned
tuned to pitch-perfect
skimming some lines
forensic between them
furtively searching;
is that an ambiguity,
some sly aside seduction,
a glanced evasion?

so well versed you are
to hear the tap tap tap
in the purrrring engine
of my wriggly-writing
how I climb, high, slide
your summit discoveries

However
today, no poetry
perhaps, simply
a decaying yellow delicacy
a deception/inception
of
no-thing.

Street Cred Thread

Contemplation

We are mutes.
discovering each
other in words
and sparse notes
without lyrics.

Amongst other happenings,
we will forget this
and yearn for it
again.

Envying others
who have found it.
We will pity ourselves
for losing it.

We are lost,
in our wandering gazes
and so many faces.

Enclosed within ourselves,
our breath, to not
blow out candles,
or feed fires.

Inarticulate longings as
eloquent prayers.
With swollen tongues
in closed mouths.

We will smile silent.
Later we will grope
for a sound.

There will be uneasy
nights with everything
bare and distant.

I will ask you nothing
and answers will come
from everywhere.

(((Harold)))

Very nice!!

Today, I didn’t think,
I didn’t speak,
I walked.

I walked in atonement,
I walked with limbs seeking clemency,
I walked with the eloquence of feet on dry leaves.

I let my eye become an opening
Today;
I allowed a penetration,
like music into my body,
I walked to clear choking definitions
I walked to erase a separation

I walked to fabricate another distance,
I walked to secure my own form.

I walked to divine my losses,
I walked to shake a shadow
settling on my lightheartedness.

As I walked my compass
was drawing circles
around a small stone
you’ve been keeping
which belongs to me.

If someone really cares about you, your abs will be the least of their concerns.

Welcome

Wonderful!

.:SCORPIO:.

Can be mean. EXTREMELY sexy. Intelligent. Energetic. Predict future. Most erotic. (Freak in bed.) (GREAT kisser.) Always get what they want. Sexy. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. The sexiest ever....Romantic. Caring.


-Blue Eyes-

People with blue eyes last the longest in relationships. They are pretty or handsome & very good kissers. They always fall in love with their closest friends and never understand why, they are very funny and outgoing and don't care what people think or say. They are very satisfying and love to please. They will always EXCEED your pleasure standards. The best of all.

you always know...

Beautiful, LA