Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Leaves? Leaves?! It's about leaves?
Eekers beekers, I thought it was about spankings.
Guess I'll have to re-read it now
Hee! Hee! Oh you naughty boy! SPANK!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
setaside, I gotta say that is good writing. That's a wonderfully sad poem/story. I just wanted to say I had a mental picture of it. You have inspired me to draw again. I had a car accident on halloween which left my left arm broken so I can't draw. I am a lefty, you see...but I will try to draw because it's almost like a compulsion. I thank you for inspiring me..
setaside, I gotta say that is good writing. That's a wonderfully sad poem/story. I just wanted to say I had a mental picture of it. You have inspired me to draw again. I had a car accident on halloween which left my left arm broken so I can't draw. I am a lefty, you see...but I will try to draw because it's almost like a compulsion. I thank you for inspiring me.. I wish I could type more...
Well hell, TremorSky, I hope that leftiness comes back with a huzzah.
I'm sorry that vehicular destruction left you in such a state but, I say, if you happen to draw something you believe is post worthy, by all means post it somewhere we can see it.
I would love it, personally.
But thank YOU, for reading. I write for two people: you and me. LOL and that is all.
And seeing as how YOU is such an umbrella term, i think we can all understand what I mean.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
it's always the green
the tear-capable
that are forced to exhale in vacuum
its ether consumed
without thanks
or awareness
it'd been used
the fire died
as thoughtlessly as it began
ashes ashes
we all fall down
this is really nice, seta...
there's a quality of martyrdom without cause
guilt and regret by innocent beings
begging the question, why Lord? salvation... save me....
as if some poet spoke to them
"do not go lightly into that night"
when the night is but light
and they,
ashen or mulched (as is the case in my backyard)
can do naught but feed the tree
ok, now i will go puke on my shoes for all the sappy inferences i've drawn to humanity
i am not sure, my dear
however, now i have something to think about today
my first guess is that as a poet, you have an ability to express yourself perhaps more thoroughly than most, thereby alienating and scaring the population at large
most ppl keep shit to themselves, knowing that whatever they say is just the tip of the iceberg of what they feel?
so imagine what folks must think a poet's iceberg looks like?
I have a lot above and below the surface. Especially these days.
Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.
But hey, no hard feelings. Sociality was never my kick. I'm the watcher and recorder. The rest of you can go about your poorly scripted little acts. I'll just whip up some popcorn.
and eat it all by my lonesome. LOL.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.
Fuck society! Freaks are much more interesting! And there's nothing wrong with eating popcorn by your lonesome!
But watching & recording....hmmmm.....well.....that's sounds pretty interesting actually!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by setaside2 A new one for everyone... inspiration was a conversation about dreams I was having with someone once. She couldn't remember what the heck she had been looking at and said "maybe it was a hand..." It set me off. Let me know if you like.
maybe it was just a hand
or a secret or a mission or a kiss in an envelope…
a poison inkwell, a letter, a missive, the story of a life unborn or unshared or unknown, it makes no difference...
the direction of the next spring thaw, the flow of a leaf from branch to mud...
spring to fall..
the path love may take as it barrels through the halls of time uncontrollable and dangerous
a handshake, a breath, the last word of the last fairy godmother on the last planet earth
the feather plucked from an angel's wing
the mission of god
the lyrics to the song of youth
the answer to immortality
The last petal to fall from the wilted lily
The tip of an unused crayon
Was it the whisper of a ancient friend lost in time, ages past, lives ago
The secret feeling a children’s novel gives
The satisfaction of a sleeping feline
Curdled cream
The milk gone sour
Pages turning on the hour
A clock to measure the beats of the heart
A device to trap the better mouse
Or the hot air in any given water balloon…
The key, steam, the hot mineral spring
A ribbon on air, the footprint left bare, snow
Falling in cotton silence stuffy and simple
Arrowheads, sandstone, hieroglyphs, dreams long dead
The pavement expands in the sun, cracking to reveal the hidden homes that we have built upon and up and on in order to prove our superiority
The mud: it dries in the sun, the evaporation a last rebellion the wind carries away
The clock ticks its memento, the only thing it remembers, the previous second wiped by the next
A tread, the step, the fall
Ah damn the ignorant thread so graceless and passion free
Even with wings unfurled the angel smokes a Kamel
Wherein lies the loss? The thought? The cab fare home?
The hole in the pocket is only somewhat to blame as the sprinklers fade the brick wall
The fence cracked and burned, the sitters all fled,
On roam, the bats cry sonar in search of sustenance
Who shall teach to read the echo? When will friction kill the snowman?
Perhaps it WAS just the hand, nails sharp and intimate
Maybe it was the nighttime sigh, a dream left hanging from a lampshade
The sheets crumpled to the floor, the trial at an end, the curtains in the breeze
Was it together then? Or was the hand held previously owned?
I’ve left my breath at the last stop, torn loose at the one before
The ticket is unclear and the directions only indicate the color of the car in which I am to sleep.
God help the conductor.
I hear the busboy has a gun.
Seta
Just reading this for the first time. I like it. Especially this part:
The tip of an unused crayon
Was it the whisper of a ancient friend lost in time, ages past, lives ago
The secret feeling a children’s novel gives
The satisfaction of a sleeping feline
Originally posted by setaside2 Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.
yes, but, but, but... it's kinda fun, you know? being the freak sometimes...
i have a little thing about speaking my mind to strangers.... you know with strangers it's so totally safe... so they look at you like you're a freak? big deal? three days go by and i forget it ever happened... the look, i mean... not the speaking my mind... i get off on that... i like challenging people to accept me for who and what i am... i find that the only time those looks matter is when i'm questioning myself. and that's healthy as long as i don't dwell
now, as for whipped popcorn...
i'm afraid if you're going to bring a treat, you'll have to bring enough for everyone
I also enjoy challenging someone to accept me for who I am.
I'm flawed in that I get really pissed off when someone won't even make the attempt to do so. I take it a tad too personally.
I think it's because I really try hard to treat everyone equally (inasmuch as it is possible to do so), that is with respect and honor and with understanding of the other individual AS an individual and a being of singular persona and humana.
and when someone else decides to be ingorant, as in they make a WILLFUL and PURPOSEFUL choice to be an asshole, it just rubs me the wrong way like 9volt batteries, steel wool, and my tongue.
I just wanna key their car. LOL but I don't because I am a human being with an honor code.
but I, too, am proud to be a freak in many ways. I love my poetry a great deal, regardless of whether or not I am good at it. I love the challenge of making people love my words and, in retrospect, love me, to be painfully honest. I post here as much from wanting everyone to read my stuff and think about it and react to it, as I do from wanting to find out what people think of me.
For instance, and not to pick on anyone, I keep thinking people have stopped reading my stuff because they tire of it or secretly think it's shit. LOL. Honesty hurts. YEAH I have insecurity issues. I've never met a poet who doesn't. I'm serious. They may be for differing things in life or for differing reasons, but it's a big part of why we write. Understanding.
I want people to understand the way I see the world. the WAYS I see the world, for they are many and sundry. I have the dreaming, the alternate, the b-wave, the alphawave, the real, the reel, the ocean and the sea...
all these things that make up my mind and sight and the dreaming that I unique...
and now I have this thread with which to spread the concrete paste that is my grey matter around like a failed suicide attempt.
and bore the living shit out of all of you, with love.
I'll be back to finish this thought. maybe.
seta
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 For instance, and not to pick on anyone, I keep thinking people have stopped reading my stuff because they tire of it or secretly think it's shit. LOL. Honesty hurts. YEAH I have insecurity issues.
I read your entire thread Sunday night. You exist in a world of words and colors and atomospheres that I can never create, but I love to visit.
Maybe you should post some of your poems on individual threads so people may access them easier.
The only thing that's shit around here is my mouth. Then again, I've been spending a lot of time around B.E.'s bum, so it's not surprising.
Originally posted by setaside2 I also enjoy challenging someone to accept me for who I am.
I'm flawed in that I get really pissed off when someone won't even make the attempt to do so. I take it a tad too personally.
I think it's because I really try hard to treat everyone equally (inasmuch as it is possible to do so), that is with respect and honor and with understanding of the other individual AS an individual and a being of singular persona and humana.
and when someone else decides to be ingorant, as in they make a WILLFUL and PURPOSEFUL choice to be an asshole, it just rubs me the wrong way like 9volt batteries, steel wool, and my tongue.
I just wanna key their car. LOL but I don't because I am a human being with an honor code.
but I, too, am proud to be a freak in many ways. I love my poetry a great deal, regardless of whether or not I am good at it. I love the challenge of making people love my words and, in retrospect, love me, to be painfully honest. I post here as much from wanting everyone to read my stuff and think about it and react to it, as I do from wanting to find out what people think of me.
For instance, and not to pick on anyone, I keep thinking people have stopped reading my stuff because they tire of it or secretly think it's shit. LOL. Honesty hurts. YEAH I have insecurity issues. I've never met a poet who doesn't. I'm serious. They may be for differing things in life or for differing reasons, but it's a big part of why we write. Understanding.
I want people to understand the way I see the world. the WAYS I see the world, for they are many and sundry. I have the dreaming, the alternate, the b-wave, the alphawave, the real, the reel, the ocean and the sea...
all these things that make up my mind and sight and the dreaming that I unique...
and now I have this thread with which to spread the concrete paste that is my grey matter around like a failed suicide attempt.
and bore the living shit out of all of you, with love.
I'll be back to finish this thought. maybe.
seta
I love your words, so, in turn I guess I love you too, my friend!
Hey! You're back to talking about boring the shit out of people again? Do you have an affection for this sort of thing?
Keep on spreading that grey matter around, okay!
Love, your freaky, deaky, pal, B.E.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
ahhh seta
rest assured this, this crap you dish yourself will become so foul you'll decide to stop feeding it to yourself
i used to be like this and by some process it came to me
and it all comes off like some cliche'ish bullshit, but
fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
or take a little honesty
or a LOT of honesty
fuck 'em
you know...
I've spent too much time already trying to get people to like me, and lost myself in the process...
but
i found this somewhat anonymous forum
yelled at ppl dying (i didn't know they were dying)
offended vietnam vets
offended christians
GOT offended many many times
got tangled up with a boy or two
and with the other girls they were tangling with
and miraculously, found a couple of people who seemed to understand me
and hence I came to the understanding that I am understandable by upstanding understandable understanding human beings
understood to my core
and loved regardless
and in your writing, it's not clear that you want this... it seems to me that you rather enjoy sending folks running for thier dictionary and thesaurus, and there's a lot of people out there who are frightened by these instruments of language, or just too damned lazy...
and thus... your writing in some way might be your litmus test, your application for employment, for the people you allow "in"
and goddang if that's not something to be proud of...
having standards
it's good seta
bask in it
i was whining to my paid professional friend about ppl not liking me because i scare them
he said, "you do scare people."
you look at people when you talk to them (ha ha... can't actually look at you when i'm writing this and that's one of the failings of internet communication, yes, it allows me to speak my ignorant mind more singularly, but....)
oh...
and it ain't just poets thats insecure
look around
everybody's got some degree of it
and nice ppl more than those arrogant a-holes you talk about...
those ppl don't even DESERVE to understand me, or you
Originally posted by tenaciousA ahhh seta
rest assured this, this crap you dish yourself will become so foul you'll decide to stop feeding it to yourself
i used to be like this and by some process it came to me
and it all comes off like some cliche'ish bullshit, but
fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
or take a little honesty
or a LOT of honesty
fuck 'em
you know...
I've spent too much time already trying to get people to like me, and lost myself in the process...
but
i found this somewhat anonymous forum
yelled at ppl dying (i didn't know they were dying)
offended vietnam vets
offended christians
GOT offended many many times
got tangled up with a boy or two
and with the other girls they were tangling with
and miraculously, found a couple of people who seemed to understand me
and hence I came to the understanding that I am understandable by upstanding understandable understanding human beings
understood to my core
and loved regardless
and in your writing, it's not clear that you want this... it seems to me that you rather enjoy sending folks running for thier dictionary and thesaurus, and there's a lot of people out there who are frightened by these instruments of language, or just too damned lazy...
and thus... your writing in some way might be your litmus test, your application for employment, for the people you allow "in"
and goddang if that's not something to be proud of...
having standards
it's good seta
bask in it
i was whining to my paid professional friend about ppl not liking me because i scare them
he said, "you do scare people."
you look at people when you talk to them (ha ha... can't actually look at you when i'm writing this and that's one of the failings of internet communication, yes, it allows me to speak my ignorant mind more singularly, but....)
oh...
and it ain't just poets thats insecure
look around
everybody's got some degree of it
and nice ppl more than those arrogant a-holes you talk about...
those ppl don't even DESERVE to understand me, or you
triptophaned ramblings of a turkey eater...
beer... i need more beer
Ramble on you beer swilling triptophaned (look who's talking about needing a dictionary! ) turkey eater!
It does scare people when you look them in the eye, doesn't it? It makes me wonder why they can't meet your gaze, what are they hiding or hiding from?
Nice to see you around tA (t & A!)
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Thought I'd say hi to everyone. Been sick- STILL AM sick- as all frocking hell and now I can hardly stand or hear or even watch bad television. I could never be that sick outside of a coma. TV is bad mmm'kay.
hope you all are well, perhaps I'll be back around sometime soon.
setaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
riders of rohan! what news from the MARC?
and P.S. I am beginning to believe this sickness has killed my muse, or beaten her into submission because I have had no thoughts of anything more than gray these past weeks... it is most disheartening.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 A new month, a new morning, a new hello to all.
Thought I'd say hi to everyone. Been sick- STILL AM sick- as all frocking hell and now I can hardly stand or hear or even watch bad television. I could never be that sick outside of a coma. TV is bad mmm'kay.
hope you all are well, perhaps I'll be back around sometime soon.
setaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
riders of rohan! what news from the MARC?
and P.S. I am beginning to believe this sickness has killed my muse, or beaten her into submission because I have had no thoughts of anything more than gray these past weeks... it is most disheartening.
Aw! My poor little sicky seta! I hope that sickness releases you from her unhealthy embrace soon! To live in the gray IS most disheartening! May a rainbow of health and happiness wash you clean of all that ails ya!
Get Better Mister!
Love,
B.E.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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Eekers beekers, I thought it was about spankings.
Guess I'll have to re-read it now
Hee! Hee! Oh you naughty boy! SPANK!
There I go soiling threads again!
yes leaves! yes metaphor! NO spankings! not this one anyway.
hush now.
still working on the finished version.
I'm sorry that vehicular destruction left you in such a state but, I say, if you happen to draw something you believe is post worthy, by all means post it somewhere we can see it.
I would love it, personally.
But thank YOU, for reading. I write for two people: you and me. LOL and that is all.
And seeing as how YOU is such an umbrella term, i think we can all understand what I mean.
the tear-capable
that are forced to exhale in vacuum
its ether consumed
without thanks
or awareness
it'd been used
the fire died
as thoughtlessly as it began
ashes ashes
we all fall down
this is really nice, seta...
there's a quality of martyrdom without cause
guilt and regret by innocent beings
begging the question, why Lord? salvation... save me....
as if some poet spoke to them
"do not go lightly into that night"
when the night is but light
and they,
ashen or mulched (as is the case in my backyard)
can do naught but feed the tree
ok, now i will go puke on my shoes for all the sappy inferences i've drawn to humanity
lovely, i'm glad it let you get it to draft
so glad you could join us this eve.
tonight's discussion: Why is seta a freak? And wherefore?
pleased you like the drafted effort. I forced it into submission, we shall see how it holds up.
seta
however, now i have something to think about today
my first guess is that as a poet, you have an ability to express yourself perhaps more thoroughly than most, thereby alienating and scaring the population at large
most ppl keep shit to themselves, knowing that whatever they say is just the tip of the iceberg of what they feel?
so imagine what folks must think a poet's iceberg looks like?
when i just isn't so
speaking for my freakish self...
i'm above surface for the most part
I have a lot above and below the surface. Especially these days.
Personally, I enjoy being a freak until I get that one look that says "you're not of the rest of us, get the fuck out". then it kind of sucks.
But hey, no hard feelings. Sociality was never my kick. I'm the watcher and recorder. The rest of you can go about your poorly scripted little acts. I'll just whip up some popcorn.
and eat it all by my lonesome. LOL.
And I'll want them, in writing, verbatim, by five a.m. on this desk, mister.
I believe that's my stapler.
Fuck society! Freaks are much more interesting! And there's nothing wrong with eating popcorn by your lonesome!
But watching & recording....hmmmm.....well.....that's sounds pretty interesting actually!
Seta
Just reading this for the first time. I like it. Especially this part:
The tip of an unused crayon
Was it the whisper of a ancient friend lost in time, ages past, lives ago
The secret feeling a children’s novel gives
The satisfaction of a sleeping feline
yes, but, but, but... it's kinda fun, you know? being the freak sometimes...
i have a little thing about speaking my mind to strangers.... you know with strangers it's so totally safe... so they look at you like you're a freak? big deal? three days go by and i forget it ever happened... the look, i mean... not the speaking my mind... i get off on that... i like challenging people to accept me for who and what i am... i find that the only time those looks matter is when i'm questioning myself. and that's healthy as long as i don't dwell
now, as for whipped popcorn...
i'm afraid if you're going to bring a treat, you'll have to bring enough for everyone
I'm flawed in that I get really pissed off when someone won't even make the attempt to do so. I take it a tad too personally.
I think it's because I really try hard to treat everyone equally (inasmuch as it is possible to do so), that is with respect and honor and with understanding of the other individual AS an individual and a being of singular persona and humana.
and when someone else decides to be ingorant, as in they make a WILLFUL and PURPOSEFUL choice to be an asshole, it just rubs me the wrong way like 9volt batteries, steel wool, and my tongue.
I just wanna key their car. LOL but I don't because I am a human being with an honor code.
but I, too, am proud to be a freak in many ways. I love my poetry a great deal, regardless of whether or not I am good at it. I love the challenge of making people love my words and, in retrospect, love me, to be painfully honest. I post here as much from wanting everyone to read my stuff and think about it and react to it, as I do from wanting to find out what people think of me.
For instance, and not to pick on anyone, I keep thinking people have stopped reading my stuff because they tire of it or secretly think it's shit. LOL. Honesty hurts. YEAH I have insecurity issues. I've never met a poet who doesn't. I'm serious. They may be for differing things in life or for differing reasons, but it's a big part of why we write. Understanding.
I want people to understand the way I see the world. the WAYS I see the world, for they are many and sundry. I have the dreaming, the alternate, the b-wave, the alphawave, the real, the reel, the ocean and the sea...
all these things that make up my mind and sight and the dreaming that I unique...
and now I have this thread with which to spread the concrete paste that is my grey matter around like a failed suicide attempt.
and bore the living shit out of all of you, with love.
I'll be back to finish this thought. maybe.
seta
Maybe you should post some of your poems on individual threads so people may access them easier.
The only thing that's shit around here is my mouth. Then again, I've been spending a lot of time around B.E.'s bum, so it's not surprising.
I love your words, so, in turn I guess I love you too, my friend!
Hey! You're back to talking about boring the shit out of people again? Do you have an affection for this sort of thing?
Keep on spreading that grey matter around, okay!
Love, your freaky, deaky, pal, B.E.
rest assured this, this crap you dish yourself will become so foul you'll decide to stop feeding it to yourself
i used to be like this and by some process it came to me
and it all comes off like some cliche'ish bullshit, but
fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
or take a little honesty
or a LOT of honesty
fuck 'em
you know...
I've spent too much time already trying to get people to like me, and lost myself in the process...
but
i found this somewhat anonymous forum
yelled at ppl dying (i didn't know they were dying)
offended vietnam vets
offended christians
GOT offended many many times
got tangled up with a boy or two
and with the other girls they were tangling with
and miraculously, found a couple of people who seemed to understand me
and hence I came to the understanding that I am understandable by upstanding understandable understanding human beings
understood to my core
and loved regardless
and in your writing, it's not clear that you want this... it seems to me that you rather enjoy sending folks running for thier dictionary and thesaurus, and there's a lot of people out there who are frightened by these instruments of language, or just too damned lazy...
and thus... your writing in some way might be your litmus test, your application for employment, for the people you allow "in"
and goddang if that's not something to be proud of...
having standards
it's good seta
bask in it
i was whining to my paid professional friend about ppl not liking me because i scare them
he said, "you do scare people."
you look at people when you talk to them (ha ha... can't actually look at you when i'm writing this and that's one of the failings of internet communication, yes, it allows me to speak my ignorant mind more singularly, but....)
oh...
and it ain't just poets thats insecure
look around
everybody's got some degree of it
and nice ppl more than those arrogant a-holes you talk about...
those ppl don't even DESERVE to understand me, or you
triptophaned ramblings of a turkey eater...
beer... i need more beer
Ramble on you beer swilling triptophaned (look who's talking about needing a dictionary!
It does scare people when you look them in the eye, doesn't it? It makes me wonder why they can't meet your gaze, what are they hiding or hiding from?
Nice to see you around tA (t & A!)
tits n Ass
oh god, i've muddied my username :0
good morning be
And Good Morning to you soul-shine!
Thought I'd say hi to everyone. Been sick- STILL AM sick- as all frocking hell and now I can hardly stand or hear or even watch bad television. I could never be that sick outside of a coma. TV is bad mmm'kay.
hope you all are well, perhaps I'll be back around sometime soon.
setaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
riders of rohan! what news from the MARC?
and P.S. I am beginning to believe this sickness has killed my muse, or beaten her into submission because I have had no thoughts of anything more than gray these past weeks... it is most disheartening.
Aw! My poor little sicky seta! I hope that sickness releases you from her unhealthy embrace soon! To live in the gray IS most disheartening! May a rainbow of health and happiness wash you clean of all that ails ya!
Get Better Mister!
Love,
B.E.