to clean slates!

Fantastic Write!

Held me emotionally captive...

I felt a drop of water in one of my eyes!

rehearsing your first impression, making a first impmression


Lets start over

try to forget about something we can think about later



making less sense as we go






I think the first impression says most things







The way eyes look


hands feels


no nonsense
noses smell



you can tell alot
about one when you touch
senses

the first impressions

tastings eachothers lunches

savoring all that was scrumptous

in thought

after some food
and salivas been swapped


I wonder
beyond there


do most men thing this hard

act this hard

put down their guard

as much in public?

woah, ortalay

or do they just try to ear

the one that is ready to ear

what a nice man should tell them

unfeared

holding hands

looking in their eyes

lips projecting sounds

that only soothes ears

the only man that can

bring this woman to tears


thats a man that tells a woman
what she wants to hear and means
every word of it;

a man that has already laid her,

had kids with her,

adores her,

builds a homes housed by family support

keyword: support

the word that outweights, divorce

Tired of life
the hand it gave me
what i am doing with it
and all the saddens surrounding

Why do i harbor such sadness
i ask

only I know
the answer

every time I crash
I burn I fume
and learn

nothing

governing
my ideas
to happiness

a guess
well wished
of a penny
of bliss
amongst
this bottomless
myst

I fish
for life
like me

walking
on land

i tread

lightly

remember that time..

of course you wouldn't

be as lonely as me
if you did


I know most of my
happy moments
don't show it
but they are there


behind that confused
emotionless front
I don't show you
what moves what

I try my heartest (c)

if I move you mentally

it's because it's what
you give me

you keep me
further then arms bay

physically unordained

the boars head hangs

the whores
no shame

just I'm
too tame

mundane

in a world bodied
by other fish like
me

I only see me
holding hands

with me

wanting to be Hooked
on a happy known
home cooked life

no matter unplattered

even when it Gills me

unwrapping the wrapper
I could smell the old chocolate
hard cold and commercially satisfying

my mouth hungered for what looked so good

chocolate veiny out

in chocolatey caramely peanuts
pulling the wrapper back a little more

tongue, spiderman on the ceiling

taking off his mask, kissing

his first love, at last

chewed up from the outside in,

first the chocolates outer layer
crumbles,

it feels like heaven
if,
you were on acid

something so beautiful you
can't believe those ingredients
would make such a thing

real,
trip-py

stumbling up to pear-ly gates

it's like the before of Skippy
with those 27, 28 salty peanuts
crunching in that bar

I can taste satisfraction

where an R represents OUR need
for more and never being
what they claim

the caramel stretches
when tugged as the chocolate
cracks apart

An inch of a bite seems sufficient

adding two or three bites
before swallowing this crap
and flipping off my health

hand to hand

I know no better when it comes
to things i like that are sweet
and always seem to treat me right

Really, I
can't get enough
of these consumables that
steal my health

they are rotten
inside out

and serve their purpose
only to tempt me for more

Love

the only word I would die for
kills me, as I endulge
in it's counterproductive partner, lust

in a bathtub full of Raid
Spiderman,
heavily drained

powerful write. nice job!

AngelLight
LAMom
DKW
2KM
Ainjel



My Peoples!
Thank You!


There are many people who are abused mentally and physically by others. They feel dead, walking, wanting to be alive. Not knowing how else to survive. These people often cry. Scrapping by on the HOW IT USED TO BE's and HOW IT CAN BE. Either way, they scrap by, closed eyes, unhappy.


Love is a pet
Love is a rub

Love is uncontained
never fitting like a glove

yesterday i walked into Del Taco for lunch. I ordered my regular combination buritto, chicken soft taco, quesidilla, and a large coke. the lady at the cash register said, "that'll be seven fourty seven" so as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket I heard the girl working the drive thru say, "that'll be seven fourty seven". I said, thats funny. The lady at the register said, whats funny? I said the girl at the drive thru said seven fourty seven. Then she turns to the girl and says, how much was that order? She says seven fourty seven. The lady eyes wide turns back to me and we laugh.

The weird part is I ordered 4 items. no combo. so either that lady ordered the same exact order or everything just so happened to equal seven fourty seven.

and so later on last night i looked at the clock that read 7:20 and thought about that order and the clock turning 7:47 and what would could happen. I realized nothing out of the ordinary must have happened at 7:47 or I would have checked the time sooner then 7:55
when still nothing happend but me remembering something could have happend at 7:47





Thanks for the replies, pkd, Queene, UniqueBlonde

in 98, I was 21,
They wanted to see me walk a line



I was sober,
They wanted to see me walk their line


I used my smart hand and held it out and said, STOP!
collaborate and listen! Ice is back with a brand new....
...................looking toward the sky for answers,
I couldn't remember



A battered baton swung from one hand into the other.
YOU on drugs boy!?

(smiling) Marijuuuaaaaaana is Nooooot a Druuuuu GUH! (smiling bigger) Officer!


Eyebrows raised
he nods slowly
inconcieved

not sure if he agreed
about the weed or if
it was something about
me
and my taste for outdated music.

Billy Jean starts playing
in my car. Anxious, I reach in hanging
through the driver side and smile wickedly
before turning back straightfaced

turning it up

i snap my fingers below my pockets
swaying side to side to the starting line

Fingers pointing toward the officer. Serious
eyes biting my bottom lip
I throw my head back.

Moonwalking the line with no shoes on
against the hot gravely loose pavement

Finally Perfecting! my
Michael Jackson! scream
at
the End!

YEEEEE! HEEE! HEEEEE!

I am restricted from emailing you because of my age, lol

1-6-77

Thank You Queene

7's





7's


all day I
see these


7's



I was born in 77



at the age of 7 my parents divorced



my best friend was born on 7 7 77


i was married on 7 7 ??




Yes my ex truly picked out this day and

Yes we think she did this on purpose




I have been divorced now for 7 months







today I called my best friend


to wish him a happy birthday








He didn't answer






His 7 digit number is out of service

I always enjoy all your writes AND where they come
from

good one

My abs
sent weight

waits
not here


I'm frayed


I am afraid
to feel


what I want
to feel


knowing that
maybe we would
lose it's appeal

Someday

proving
what was a
bargain


could one
day
be a steal


you and me for
whatever seams
less real

in the flesh

temporary
insanity
meshed

getting dirty
and refreshed


seeing where
the sun don't
shine under
your sundress
so I can see
the flesh you
possess with
no fabric left

just you
and I

living
the life

not caring
what others
think of
the weigh
we look

a rare gem
where no gem
can compare

For her eyes

glasses fit her mood

glasses big as houseflies
held against their will
under scrutiny

one eye black as the other

hiding the fact she was punched
swears she swores! gently smacked

the lie caters her love
deep down under attack

intact and unframed

her eyes light
up the scene

only the scene
was nowhere near
frolicy green

it was blood
on a red carpet

she swore it were wine

so dog on it

I did it

I licked it

and you know

the dna matched
the scene

where a pool of fuel
makes a puddle of ef it

I with a match stick lit
letting go

the drop
slow motioned

then
whoooosh!

im on fire

my first reaction is
of course im hot!

but holy, God!
I look like, Hell!

And as the flames shook
I shook!

not to imitate this feel i was
scared

sacredly sacriligious
in a nonscaredly nonsacriligious
moment of proposterous purportions

shaking thine head furiously

my opponent
looked at these hands

thought damn!
i am hot to death!

and as i rot
the smell of burnt flesh
out me i knew i had demons
that would only tempt her
demons to try new things

making matters worse
i cursed about
the impropability
of jesus made by one
human giving birth

and what i thought was absurd
was only me not knowing
that somethings in life
whether we believe them or not
are as real as we don't believe
them to be


======================

it takes a strong will
to make a man

An even stronger will
to doubt his beliefs

======================



if that was not my mines divine intervention
then i must be at the wrong convention

i know men that will never cry before they die

they show no emotion for a reason
I, not being them
could never explain
how their hate swings
through all seasons unchanged

leaving her two eyes
with four eyes
she cries
over black eyes

Praying that God
would take away his
desire to drink
himself mad

himself, her man
who beats them

her and her kids
on a regular occassion


dying for love;

when is enough?

i love to love to love

whince it seems as it does



the person you are with

lets you know they can't

get enough,


of you





as for hate,



i love to love to hate

what sucks me in
with no escape

like wanting sex
and yelling rape

because what you want
has no four play

suffocated by
foul play

leading you to that one way.


OUT.

Winner Days
feel great

to spring
into

Summer Days
heat over means
We fall

in the rain
of blame

Lightening chains
thunder storms

a
Summer Days
sweat

pulls me In

pushes me When


the grounds seems
sound

it was

when I hit it

until it

is done with me

then

it does it again

The
lightening chains
weight

a frivilent minds
state

reaching up to
pull up this weight

to elevate

trudging over
that frvolous state

to rest in a better
place

where my toes trace
a safe lands
haven

craven
the darkness
of a ravens

days burned

into
nights

more concrete

than

sand

counting
the wrinkles
equally on
both hands

frivilled

not caring
about the barbeque sauce

I eat hot
ribs

s l o w

waking up to dead roosters
being pecked by crows

i know sanity

used to be my friend

befriended

pretended
words ended

Unmended

when

then
checks
than

then
than

wins

My shrink
thinks
I think too
beeeeeeeeee

I think too

d
e
e
e
e
e
p

when
I stare
into nothing

tie my shoes
to do the dew

untie my shoes

drinking a brew

Swimming with
my white coat
on

being weighed
down

DEEP

the frivelence
highly apparent

this orderly
needs

another white
coat

with more straps

bigger chains
tighter links

if i was a kid
unboyed
I'd have
yellow sheets


If I was a man
as I am

I'd say
the same
thing

TOU'CHE! I must read that book!
I have all his movies.

Thanks for the post!