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That shirt (more experimentation)
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That shirt (more experimentation) |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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My severed tongue, in your absence, bleeds. It soaks, in the oral depths of a tourniquet, upon juices moist and acrid, my liquid guilt no doubt. Eyes keep the rhythm of time, one second and one flick of lash, one minute and they clamp shut swelling tears down grey skin face. It was your charisma that kept my faith, your balance upon my skin warmed my smile, your playful grappling with my organs, squeezing always satisfied. You always took pleasure in observing me bleed, you had me drained so often as I lay on your lap or on my knees. I want to burn holes through that shirt; your little soft torment and parting memento. I sink deeper to drive away the lingering sweetness of your skin bathed in satin, I despise the passion perfume soaked fabric. You would mock my torment, my broken emotions. When I gather strength I will burn the wretched thing Only wish it were you that will be erased in the flames. You always wore your heart on your sleeve, Open and precious for me to behold, I held it once when love occurred, or so I thought. Its tender breath entranced me. That candle in your eyes, the silken whispers It was a charade; your heart is nothing only a black gem, charcoal deception, stitched in angelic intent. You were fools gold, a Syrian, that sucked me under. "monuments put from pen to paper turns me into a gutless wonder" Manic street Preachers [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-28-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Eyes keep the rhythm of time, one second and one flick of lash, one minute and they clamp shut swelling tears down grey skin face. It was your charisma that kept my faith, your balance upon my skin warmed my smile, your playful grappling with my organs, squeezing always satisfied. You always took pleasure in observing me bleed, you had me drained so often as I lay on your lap or on my knees ---------------- I want to burn holes through that shirt; your little soft torment and parting memento. I sink deeper to drive away the lingering sweetness of your skin bathed in satin, I despite the passion perfume soaked fabric. You would mock my torment, my broken emotions. --------------- You always wore your heart on your sleeve, Open and precious for me to behold, I held it once when love occurred, or so I thought. Its tender breath entranced me. That candle in your eyes, the silken whispers ------------------- damn...WOW...ouch...again WOW.. you blew me away with this one Bri... (and remind me to never make you mad)  my goodness darlin...this one BLEEDS talk about impact of emotion and imagery talk about lines that kick in the chest ... "you had me drained so often as I lay on your lap or on my knees" then there is the grace ... "You always wore your heart on your sleeve, Open and precious for me to behold, I held it once when love occurred, or so I thought. Its tender breath entranced me. That candle in your eyes, the silken whispers" amazing ...perfect. "It was a charade; your heart is nothing only a black gem, charcoal deception, stitched in angelic intent." again ... damn... ok...i'll stop worshiping now...*smile* later my poetic-prophet-gator eve you can say baby baby can I hold you tonite maybe if I said the right words at the right time you'd be mine baby can I hold you tonite Tracy C |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
What janet said!!! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I could smell the cloth of the shirt burning...awesome...been there, felt that...almost too good. sigh. |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Brian* This is so painful...each line like a pathway of broken glass and the longer I read the more cuts I felt. Very powerful and very moving. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Jan, thanks for your reply. Oh you could never make me mad besides I am only putting on a tough act. I wouldn't hurt a fly unless he made me mad.  Martie, thanks for your reply. Our Jan does have a way with words lol serenity, I am sorry that you could relate to the poem. It is somewhat of a fictional piece. I have yet to get that intense in a relationship. thanks for your wonderful reply. Butterflys sorry about the sharp edges in the poem, handle it with care and I will file down the edges when I can. thanks for your very kind words. "monuments put from pen to paper turns me into a gutless wonder" Manic street preachers |
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