was it reel?
olderman
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sparks without touch and lies without truth and love without loss?
was it reel? i wonder sometimes as to the reasons to which we openly subscribe so as to confirm our stance, our circumstance, such is our destiny, our furtive state..
i only know that it is time for me to meld and become whole with a lover who is mine, and to whom i will finally surrender... i love you.
was it reel? i wonder sometimes as to the reasons to which we openly subscribe so as to confirm our stance, our circumstance, such is our destiny, our furtive state..
i only know that it is time for me to meld and become whole with a lover who is mine, and to whom i will finally surrender... i love you.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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what else is there to really "know" ?
this poem is awesome and is a key to knowing myself..
Love and Sleep
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-colored without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight,
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.
AG Swineburne
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
olderman
that is extremely sensual and poetic.....
never heard that one before, did that guy rip u off???..........................................
thanks for sharing dear
(uve got urself a fanclub
i try to write like swineburne, however, he was genius and i am not .. but i try
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
and how do u define "genius"
everyone's style is special and unique in their own way, like a canadian snowflake ( thats the best i could think of metaphorically)
ur stuff is very palatable, and u dont try to hard with words (like me sometimes lol)......very orignal and honest....and you have all of us gals gasping lol
best wishes
please post more