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A Walk on the Wild Side |
What good is a man who doesn't take a stand? What good is a cynic who doesn't have a plan? |
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Tears_O_Fire
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 @ 07:43am
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 @ 07:36pm
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Tears_O_Fire
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Tears_O_Fire
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 @ 08:36am
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 @ 04:58am
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In the Darkness (Prose)
More of my random writing....
The darkness. Its there. The moon shining brightly through the forest. My puppy huddled against a billowing oak of infinite proportions. I see him there, beyond the outskirts. He's been dwelling there many a day and night. As steady and as comforting as the weeping willow whos been in my forest since my birth. Robes of painted gold adorn his every feature. But he moves at a speed much too quick for my eyes. He is a blurred. I cradle my head in my hands thinking I've lost him. I confess more than the very blood in my body wants to allow. The silence, tranquility is smiling. I don't know what to do with those emotions, have no comprehension of how to disperse them. That loneliness that makes its nest behind my eyes is full. I see him finally. He traces warm fingertips on my already scorched skin. I want in that moment to be wanted as I want him. To see a reflection of every farse that passed for truth. The cerulean gaze courses forth through me and I love him. The words struggle, tease my lips. For all that I am I could never find, could never fit into those words. He is my god, my comrad, partner in crime. I'm lost in words never spoken and dreams of those that may. What is in a kiss if either sides emotions lay barren?What is a confession of truth's injustices if not equally as pained? Friend. It hurts me now to say the word. It hurts me as my own razors bare into my soul. I hate that I love and with no boundaries. I build a wall thats foundation crumbles before my feet and the enemy is so astounded by such stupidity that I am humored. Is that what is was... humoring? Why not at least limit myself for faith? Am I so easily swayed by the words that truth wishes it were? Is he so captured by such truthed that he too is lost? Am I just seeing in him what I want to be true in my mind? I love him, and have told him so and I wish I felt all the more for such an exclamation. What was I expecting? What did my drunken stupod bring to me that couldn't have been achieved by just being honest, being free with emotions that are there. They thrive there in their silence. A nocturnal flame cast out by the sun. Now finding the courage to ask what effect my truth has had. He is all I've ever known, and all I've ever needed. But sometimes what you need isn't what you can have. I've tasted the bittersweet lips of my angel. th angel that I will be least likely of all to possess, what now? What do I do with myself? How can I erase a million whispers, soft caresses... dreams that have all but haunted my thoughts? Now I've sampled them, I know the sweetness, the softness, the feel of his flesh against my own. How now do I deny that it ever came to be? How can putting things back to "normal" mend me? When I look at his I see those kisses. I vow now to either get completely drunk or not drink at all for the inbetween of relaxed actions and the memory of them are terrible to deal. I'm going to make that my goal. No more drinking for true honesty does not need alcohol. Yet... alcohol will only lead you so far. So perhaps I am not alone. There must have been something there to foster such feelings. True honesty... I can do it...
Thanks for reading!! All comments/criticism are appreciated! Have a nice day!!!
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Tears_O_Fire
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 @ 04:57am
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 @ 04:54am
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House Cleaning (Poem)
I built an iron door of lead
To keep things locked within my head
You found the lock, turned the key
And there sprang forth all of me
You crept inside, pushed in the light
Cast out my bitter endless night
Made rhyme of reason, peace of war
Mended pieces that I had tore
My eyes are open, the slate whiped clean
And you have yet to be seen
Wandering forth in darkness still
Bending impressions to you will
The light you hold show deep inside
To places I no longer hide
With speed of light you push to find
All that I want left behind
Exposing me for who I am
ridding the wool of the lamb
I stand naked before the world's eyes
And the world seems quite surprised
To find a treasure so far lost
That not even the world knows my true cost
Cleaned my soul, dusted my lips
Fashioned and altered to my fingertips
The hall of mirrors now shows me
Lovely, outspoken, incredibly free
You brightened the light that once was low
brought glimmer, sparkle, a whole new glow
In your debt I'll always be, and thank you so much for loving me
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry! Your comments/criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated!!
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Tears_O_Fire
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 @ 04:52am
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The Woman Within (Poem)
Be my hands the virgin said,
I know not of the men in bed.
Be my eyes the mother cried,
Take care of them as once I tried.
Be my heart the lover mused,
Keep yourself from being used
All these woman in my soul,
Everyone with no control.
They watch, they wait, they even dream,
As once again the clocks convene.
Be my lips the widow sang,
Give me the right to complain.
Be my mind the child wept,
More Knowledge in books is what I've kept
Be my shoulder the divorcee croaked,
So his young filly won't be choked.
All these woman in my soul,
Everyone with no control.
They watch, they wait, they even dream,
As once again the clocks convene.
Be my feet the Coed smiled,
Give me the chance to run wild.
Be my sex the pubescent screamed,
For life is harder than it seemed.
Be my voice the old maid gasped,
For my now life has come to pass.
Be my will, my body, be true,
But most of all you must be you.
One by one they fall into place,
And bless my life with gentle grace.
All these woman in my soul,
for once in life I have control.
The clocks have stopped momentarily you see,
So that I can learn to just be me.
Another of my original works! Thanks for taking the time to read and/or comment! Your comments/criticism is greatly appreciated!
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 @ 04:51am
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Tears_O_Fire
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