Secret Shift of The Heart
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a wannabe poem.
Silent and dark
I feel the furniture shifting
Perhaps with a long screech, or have my ears imagined it?
Don't go, don't go.
I need you to stay the way you were.
Though.
I don't need you otherwise.
to be continued -
Silent and dark
I feel the furniture shifting
Perhaps with a long screech, or have my ears imagined it?
Don't go, don't go.
I need you to stay the way you were.
Though.
I don't need you otherwise.
I feel so safe in your snug rope.
Biting into my flesh the exhilirating
feeling of bondage livens up my soul.
As the whip lashes out once again the
helplessness engulfs me giving me
reason to live for you.
Go on, Go on,
I need you to carry on the way you please.
Though.
I don't need you otherwise. -
haha, an appropriate reply!
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*applause*
If I may. The above reminds me of a poem I wrote some time back..
random
Shouts your name,
into that bottom drawer.
Locked. Throws out the key.
Stop being unreasonable!
Daydreaming the year away.
Combs my hair,
in front of that broken mirror,
wiping off the smeared mascara.
All is gone,
but the pink lipstick stain.
I am not paranoid!
The Marlboro burns
the crisp white paper.
Tipping on the ash tray,
waits for the band to play a new piece.
Sits, crosslegs, in that old bar
rejecting all open possibilities,
for now.
I don't owe you any explanation.
Tossing the red stilettos over the coffee table,
slides into the couch.
Stinking of your aftershave still.
Tears the bedsheets,
strips the shower curtains.
Lies naked on the cold marble floor.
Not going to put up with this anymore.
No way is that freak piano
staying in the bathroom.
Finally found a use for that axe -
a gift from you last Christmas.
Empty tub.
Never notice the actual size.
Don't go..
Drawing the curtains.
The winter's air smells so stale.
Searching the carcass,
tracing that stench.
Remembers that you are gone.
Wondering why didn't you fix that window
last summer.
You promised.
Bye.
What am I thinking?
I have to change the toilet seat,
the cushion cover, the cups
and the..
Wondering where you kept
all the stamps and envelops.
Takes the hose by its nozzle -
the water rises to my knees.
My rubber duck floats downstream
right out of the window.
Where is the television's remote control?
Hi this is Sam. I am unable to take your call right now.
Please leave a ..
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Sobriety is not required.
[This message has been edited by n-ever (edited 14 February 2000).] -
n.ever
applause. been to ur webby, double applause. tried to write into the gbook, failed by server. so i write it here =). i'm gonna savour all the poems s l o w l y and the design is all wonderful. -
Thank you Maya.
I must apologise for my guestbook's bad behaviour. He hasn't been a good boy lately.
Your entry was logged. 3 times in fact.
Thank you once again
I'm currently at your site.
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Sobriety is not required. -
i could
if you hurt me - i
would
[This message has been edited by MayaJade (edited 15 February 2000).] -
so many yesses and nos, more than i can ever reconcile. if being near to you just brings longing laced with disappointment, maybe i should tug my tail and hide. i quit, not proud of it, not ashamed, just another day.