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? 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