Instant Thoughts (add yours too if you like)

rollings

there were hummingbirds visiting flowers
inserting slowly long and black
showcased in oval humming red, they
carried woven baskets in their feet

who do you think should know
I never had to think
calling your name I ran and fell

I called your name running
and fell

the wolf

rollings wrote:

there were hummingbirds visiting flowers
inserting slowly long and black
showcased in oval humming red, they
carried woven baskets in their feet

who do you think should know
I never had to think
calling your name I ran and fell

I called your name running
and fell

This is really great.

the wolf

The tiny voices
The laughter and sounds of silliness
Coming from the back seat of the truck
Hearing this
Is the only time I really feel alive
The only time I feel this life even means anything
At all.

donnaruhl

the wolf wrote:

The tiny voices
The laughter and sounds of silliness
Coming from the back seat of the truck
Hearing this
Is the only time I really feel alive
The only time I feel this life even means anything
At all.

So True.

rollings

rollings

the wolf wrote:

rollings wrote:

there were hummingbirds visiting flowers
inserting slowly long and black
showcased in oval humming red, they
carried woven baskets in their feet

who do you think should know
I never had to think
calling your name I ran and fell

I called your name running
and fell

This is really great.

thank you the wolf

(it was actually the original first post of the second edition of "Instant thoughts", but I can't edit that first post now :?: )

catefrances

6 metre cord on my headphones is ridiculous.... and a little bit dangerous.

justam

A good book,
the right one, at the right time
is so inspiring
it can lift a heart by
creating more space
hurray
(that's all I will say)

rollings

justam wrote:

A good book,
the right one, at the right time
is so inspiring....

I know what you mean

rollings

to finally meet
someone so capable of such the same feat
as big and wonderful
you could possibly define
to climb & mount effortlessly to meet the entwine
but lo, to have to hang your head, low
the same couldn't meet you
this rang from below
the same that you thought's not the same that you know
there's nothing here now somewhere
else it did

dimitrispearljam

this is sad.;...shouldnt be this way..

some afraid...some jealous...

from day 12 nothing changed...want you happy back then..still the same..

i know..you had to do it..was a good,understand trade..but would be better if you just told me..than be forced...to this now..

i wouldnt create any problems..i m a gendelman,no matter what...want you happy..want you to do what you think is the best for you..


its ok....its ok....i love you anyway.....

dimitrispearljam

oh no...

donnaruhl

Pop in, Pop out.
A Day,a week,a month.
Doesn't matter,Same thing.
I search.For what?I'm not sure.
Whatever it is,It hasn't caught my attention.
Pop in,Pop out.
An hour,or two,or three.
That used to be me.
A voice,an opinion,an input.
Wherever It went,Is beyond me.
The Drive is no longer there.

dimitrispearljam

need to go back

the wolf

no time to spare,... no hour wasted,..
we live in memory of each other....

dimitrispearljam

where is the book

dimitrispearljam

no..the other one...who?

dimitrispearljam

ill wait

dimitrispearljam

green power

chadwick

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wait for it

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wait for it? no you do not wait for it, you do it.

this is a poetic thread for poetry writing. this is not "word of the moment" or a fancy little place to dump two or three words. they locked up the last instant thoughts thread because we could follow 10c rules & regulations. if this thread is locked up because of abuse, i will not give a fuck & we'll never start another

chadwick

shove me away
pull yourself together
leave behind my shadow & mouth
yours unbound & on the loose
incoherent

your last phone call was not home
mine has always rang
never answered
behind broken walls falling apart
incoherent again

seems to be the truth here
unfelt & unattached
this is solid disconnect
without power
without bright sky
no are the black
the longest nights
cold as imagination empties
incoherent

no love
nothing to believe in
suffer alone
take the day as nothingness
that is blank eyes
what has disappeared from within
incoherent again

the rough
the surface unfaced
as if a dusty bones for legs
maggots for climax in our burning selves
maggots for climax in our groins
maggots for climaxing never
maggots feeling way deep spines tingle with tinsel
spines tingle with tinsel
incoherent

larva
larva is love
larva starving
larva consuming flesh
starting over would only take forever
larva in the heart
heart in the larva
larva in the heart
heart in the larva
sick as fuck
gagging maggots
incoherent again

when in truth
maggots vomit our love
incoherent

vogonpoetbythelake

44 years and your gentle boyhood manor has brought you full round
your bulging calves strengthened by a wooded where abouts I have not seen
the kindling we collected in city's streets and forested factory yard was never lit,
truly we did not play with matches
for our time spent in youth was make-believe
a light dawning mist was falling on the promise of shiny new and co-operative housing for all our school mates
Wonder, possibility, quest for fire
the feel of your hand in mind, two steps ahead, guiding me, enticing me, the sight of your green socks, a shock to the fashion of the day
I did not know how fleeting the moments would be,
to look longer, to stay after dark, share my candy and leave it at your door before the rusted truck and shiny shaggin' wagon took you away to another city

dimitrispearljam

it was you

chadwick

nice writing, dimitris

dimitrispearljam

like you somehow

donnaruhl

Writers Block!

dimitrispearljam

no shit sherlock

chadwick

i'd write something
bleeding stuff from my head
i begin to fade
like a bowl of water the entire sea
yours

i slip away
a going under wooden ship
falling down below feeling & sight

leave a buoy

vogonpoetbythelake

That bird sounds like a squeaky shopping cart wheel that rights itself immediately, as if
embarrassed by its owner's trajectory
the ball bearings have rolled through many a parking lots space, picking up and spitting out
gravel and gum
along the white painted lines way
only to end up embedded in the tread
cars, trucks, bikes and shoes
bare feet being rare
bear feats being rarer
all inside a winters hibernation
pushing the cart through an ankle deep slush laden sidewalk
tempted to slide, so easily does with out purposive pushing
grab hold of the bar which is ridiculously high for your size and gently
navigate the carts way through light touch in hues of amber, cobalt,
screaming teeth and smoking ears, quiet trees and breath filled years
rise-up, reach down and pick the crowd up
A whole lot, if not an acre, can fit into a shopping cart

sur'sum cor'da etc.

chadwick

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

That bird sounds like a squeaky shopping cart wheel that rights itself immediately, as if
embarrassed by its owner's trajectory
the ball bearings have rolled through many a parking lots space, picking up and spitting out
gravel and gum
along the white painted lines way
only to end up embedded in the tread
cars, trucks, bikes and shoes
bare feet being rare
bear feats being rarer
all inside a winters hibernation
pushing the cart through an ankle deep slush laden sidewalk
tempted to slide, so easily does with out purposive pushing
grab hold of the bar which is ridiculously high for your size and gently
navigate the carts way through light touch in hues of amber, cobalt,
screaming teeth and smoking ears, quiet trees and breath filled years
rise-up, reach down and pick the crowd up
A whole lot, if not an acre, can fit into a shopping cart

sur'sum cor'da etc.

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