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wow, kc.. you've got quite the collection of work here.. it will take me some time to get thru them.. but I like what i see so far..
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a couple of good ones and a lot of filler....
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yes.. but I get the drift of it.. and I will read more.. I promise.. want to get inside that artist head of yours.. lol
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I'm really getting into your verses, kc, i know where you're coming from.. funny how the first one of yours I read is about madness, the same thing I'm focusing on right now. This one tho, Tonight, gave me shivers as I related to you.. cool.. although I sense a lot of deep sadness in your work.. or at least what I've read so far.. you've definitely got talent, and I'll be reading more and commenting more on this thread too.. thanks for sharing it..
Tonight sitting alone at my piano trying to finish this song but there’s no melody to the words i can’t see what am doing so wrong
my fingers trip on the keys now, and all i can think of is you the words are hidden somewhere- in the pain and despair behind a window that hasn’t a view 
and tonight i’m gonna be lonely oh tonight i’m gonna be scared when I wake- i’ll be the only - survivor in a world that’s no longer there
with a heart that’s seen its share of sadness and a million stories to tell i need something to halt all this madness `cause alone- i’m not doing so well
i’m getting good at the art of deception lie to myself to get through only a few more hours to go now just to make it- one more night without you
tonight i’m gonna be lonely yeah tonight it’s gonna be cold at night time passes so slowly but it has no problem making me old
tonight is gonna be lonely tonight is gonna be sad tonight i’ll feed off of memories tonight that’s all that i have
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Cough Drops and Lightning there’s a poison in you, in us; even if you always do taste like cough drops. it’s much easier for punch-drunk lovers and one night pass me bys; harder still, for people like us. the addicted ones. i can’t be easy to love i know this, but your body warms me like summer thunder and mine comforts you like a tourniquet. (love/storm) throbbing lightning in a bottle. go ahead leave before I do. go ahead scream, loud, in a voice only ex-lovers can understand. I’ll find you tomorrow where music and silence meet. where we will kiss hard and with a thunderous passion of colliding Gods falling to earth and we’ll laugh loud, as we read this note. knowing that in these words, here, we will find nothing more than the dried chips of ink falling from the wrinkled pages of yesterday. © kc `12 Sheer, haunting yumminess
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Broke my heart and left it dripping on the floor ... 'scuse me, I need kleenex
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Awkward Pause Oh, god Why did I say that Why When will I ever learn to just keep my mouth shut This awkward feeling between hush and possible rejection Between breathing and suffocation Anticipation Desperation Expectation Hopefulness It all comes to a head... Here and now in the shadow of my exposure In the midst of this stifling quiet The little specs of yellow in your eyes are burning me Like the magnified sun of a seemingly innocent childhood experiment with an ant hill and a piece of glass but, the though was launched its sink or swim do or die somebody please kill me... Before these knots in my stomach turn me inside out This, this, This, transference of power... This, leap from the safety of my self contained hid-a-way whose walls only yesterday were thought to be impenetrable Now to be standing here engulfed by this uncomfortable loss of poise At the mercy of another soul searching for the end of loneliness Is it my sanctuary you seek my heart where you will find comfort or does it cease today because i spoke out of turn Put my body naked in the middle of a most desolate tract Stand unprotected in the sandstorm of your silence Say something, anything... kc08 A thick sense of desperation creeps off of this like a gasoline trail. If it isn't sincere then I'm amazed at your empathy. If it is sincere, I'm astounded by your talent at capturing moments. "The little specs of yellow in your eyes are burning me Like the magnified sun of a seemingly innocent childhood experiment with an ant hill and a piece of glass but, the though was launched its sink or swim do or die somebody please kill me... Before these knots in my stomach turn me inside out " Cheers to that. |
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Or as others have done;
I could use the gentle, flowing river, a serene meadow, the vast stars or the common flower and these would suffice, for most... But not for you You are a rarity and my love for you is more deserving than a cliché. More complex than I can explain... So yes, I should learn to write
Hi again, kc.. I'm looking thru older posts and found this under your profile.. I really like how you describe the power a muse has over its writer to create... but then i think of the complex emotions that can rise up to strangle expression if and when feelings are so intense the parallel words are trapped inside.. do you understand my meaning? does this ever happen to you.. or am I just too emotionally stunted? With you as my muse My inspiration, my tablet Words; to give you sight Rhyme; to lend credence to my phrase Entire books devoted to you, to love...
Kisses would fall in perfect cadence Touch will liquefy resistance, as passion ignites in you that, which has forever burned in me... My love for you.
A longing deeply rooted in the sedimentary rock of my foundation, my soul.
Only then will I become whole Only then will I realize life’s worth
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Such cleverness in "The Meaning of Over"..
 your many and various concepts do enlighten and provider fodder for the soul..
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Track Star
Go ahead and turn your back on all you have ever known run, run as fast as you can for as long as you can run from the past run from your mistakes run from you run from me you will see… when you tire and need to rest the past will sit next to you and wait till it’s time to go again so do what you do best strap on those shoes and run, run as fast as you can for as long as you can run from the truth run from the pain run from your life run from the struggles when you get to the place you think you need to be it will all be waiting for you everything you chose to flee everything, everything except for me kc07 another one of life's mysteries.. how it is that we all believe at one time or other we can leave our lives behind us if we can just run fast enough.. yet, like you pointed out, you were left behind... so our race to destiny is only tempered by what or who we take with us to get there.. kc... I see in a lot of your writings that you refer to a past love relationship and I feel an overriding sense of sadness for your loss. Not knowing anything about you, I just want to say that I hope you have someone in your life now that uplifts your spirits so that you have found joy again... my best wishes for you..
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NOW THIS IS A BOMB AZZ THREAD!!
Im such a fan of yours! 
Niceeeeeeeee! 
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They Like It When I Bleed
everyone wants a poem exes want love letters written in blood lovers want to be made to feel special friends need to know if I think of them as more it’s ironic really, because none of mine have ever made a bit of difference that one still left this one never came back her, she didn’t even acknowledge hers (or me) my wrist pours out soaking the pages with deep cherry sincerity, arterial-letting openness, but it’s never enough is it? no, I lost her because she thought they were all about her I gained the wrong one by allowing her to believe a certain one was about her sometimes they mean nothing, but oh how dangerous that can be sometimes they mean everything and pass by without a ripple and still they ask... I don’t have the heart to tell them most often, you don’t get to choose the poem most often it’s the poem that does the choosing kc `12 |
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WOW there is some good stuff in here !
YUM ! Reading some now Thank you ! KiK
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thank you for taking the time.
i hope you find something to enjoy. |
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Edited by
KiK2me
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Sun 01/20/13 12:57 PM
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"ZPicante... First let me thank you for the time invested I really do appreciate it when people not only read but, respond to my post. It took a lot for me to put this out there for the world to see so, I welcome all replies favorable or otherwise. Your honesty and frankness are appreciated as well. The advise you have given will not fall on deaf ears. Though I do not consider myself a polished writer or even a good poet, it would be immature not to listen when others speak their minds. After all, that is what I ask when I post my thoughts. Thank you for talking the time. I look forward to more discussion. " {End quote} DANG Pard ! All that talent and HUMBLE TOO ! I am really enjoying this thread You have a lot of talent It takes me time to read through these bigger threads but i will enjoy every minute... Thank you my brother of the pen Good stuff ! 
KiK |
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YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
I love it all, and you!
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Still putting them under you spell I see my friend
Save some fresh ones for us old Vamps losing our byte...K? 
Here's lookin @ ya buddy  !
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Still putting them under you spell I see my friend
Save some fresh ones for us old Vamps losing our byte...K?
Here's lookin @ ya buddy !
you were here for my first post and because of the encouragement from you and our many old friends i continue to write. because of that, i continue to grow, so my friend, thank you for being there and for helping from the very beginning. |
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Bravo.. Bows to the Gentleman with the free flowing pause of life, filled with brilliant and heartfelt emotions....
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