A Collective...

I've toiled with the idea of just starting a collective thread but just never bothered. Over the past few days I have unleashed a wrath upon this lovely forum and I appologize to anyone that I offended! As the song goes "you start me up, I never stop". So, since I won't stop, I thought I'd at least "control" my urges, purges, thoughts, onslaughts, desires, smutty fires, decayed, splayed...to one place (mostly).

When you pour so much of your self out it's sometimes dark, scary, sad, sexy, horny, silly, stupid, happy, confused, lovely, lonely...but these are feelings we all go through.

I leave my thoughts naked and self-consciously on display for whomever chooses to view them.

Be cruel, be kind, whatever you wish.

"So don't let this smile I wear make you think that I don't care. 'Cause when there's no one else around, I cry the tears of a clown." and "I'm a creep. I'm all alone. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here." But I'm still gonna be here! :D:p

And so it goes...
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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  • You took my love so long ago
    And shaped it and disfigured it
    And wore it like a crown on your head
    To show off for all to see
    Pushed my face into the mucky matress
    And had your way
    Left all my other senses in disarray
    In different states of decay
    A heated, sweat-drenched, bile-covered mess
    On the floor
    All alone and unfulfilled
    A saturated, master-baited, underrated puke
    Now totally naked and vulnerable
    I kneel before you
    And beg you
    To spare me any further suffering
    Take your hand and place it on my heaving, bleeding breast
    And ask you to plunge your fist within
    To rip this heart from out my chest
    And throw it to the ground
    And stomp all over it
    And spit on it, shit on it, burn it
    Pulverize the fucking thing
    Turn it back to the dust from whence it came
    And disperse of the ashes far, far away from me
    So that nary a molecule can I breathe in
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Nice
    This is what I try to be
    This is what they want from me
    Apparently
    This is what I was taught
    This is why it's my thought
    Caught
    This is my cage
    This is the war I wage
    Age
    This is my fate
    This is why some hate
    Irate
    This is why some don't understand
    This is why some don't take my hand
    Stand
    This is why I still try
    This is why people lie
    Die
    This is why I bend
    This is all my love for my true friends
    End
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Fell out of a cloud
    Pissed down like rain
    Piss all over me
    I am unclean
    I am obscene
    Got so dizzy
    Couldn't stand
    Toppled head over foot
    Tossed my cookie
    Tossed my nookie
    Lying on the street
    Such a mess
    Disgust my own self
    Too much to think
    Too much stink
    Can't even crawl
    Barely lift my head
    Don't want to be here
    Wallow in the muck
    Wallow in the luck
    Who gives a flying fuck
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • STANDING AT THE EDGE




















    I HEAR A VOICE




















    IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU





















    I THINK I HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING






















    YOU SAID JUMP






















    SO I DID
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • It's all okay now
    You see it's preventative medicine
    It's good for the skin
    It helps ward off the evil cancer
    It's chalk full of protien
    There's no shame
    I'll kneel before you
    I long for your gift
    I'll orally accept it
    You're the vessel that has the cure for what ails me
    I'll swallow it with pride
    Or I'll wear it on my chest like a badge of honour
    Just be careful not to get it in my eyes
































    ("It rubs the lotion on it's skin and puts the lotion in the basket."--that line's for you, Joe, you always did the best impression!!!! And for some reason I thought of it and all the laughs after I wrote this.)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • I saw a spider
    So I sat down beside her
    I asked her how her day was
    She said "It was dandy."
    Seems she was tired
    Spinning her web all day
    Only to have it demolished
    By some unseeing brute
    I expressed my sympathy
    She laughed and said
    "It's all in a day's work,
    we all have to work for what we want.
    If someone tries to destroy it, we must not give up,
    we must just start again."

    A wise spider is she.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • It's a very comfy bus
    Lots of cushy seats
    I was listening to the radio
    Reading a book
    We stopped at the stops
    People got off, people got on
    Well, at one stop
    An older lady fell getting off the bus
    A young man and a middle aged lady
    helped the fallen woman to her feet
    Helped her over to a bench
    The bus driver checked on the hurt woman
    Then came back on the bus
    And informed us that we'd be delayed
    Some lady yelled out
    "When will this bus be getting to my stop?"
    All she cared about was herself
    And then it spread like wildfire
    All these people were complaining and bitching
    And it donned on me
    Ignorance is very contagious
    I got off that bus and made my way to the next one
    The fallen one was doing okay, she had a hurt ankle
    I got on the next bus and turned my walkman way up
    I didn't want to catch anything
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • poesy - mostly
    po-faced - motherfucker
    pogrom - massacre
    poke - meat
    polecat - musk
    polyp - mucas membrane
    ponce - money
    popgun - mannish?
    popinjay - Madonna
    poof - Michael
    poor - mangy
    politician - moron
    pollard - miracle
    polymer - molecular
    poach - manipulate
    polychromatic - multicoloured
    pollinate - mate
    pop - masturbate
    portend - manifestation
    portentous - manna
    poser - mannequin
    poison - murder
    pooh - manure
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Such a sweet smile
    Such a sweet child
    You had such smarts too
    As life moved on
    And security gone
    Being taken advantaged of
    And learned that those who are
    supposed to love you, aren't there for you
    You acquired this hard edge
    You started rebelling
    But it only hurt you
    Hanging out with the wrong crowd
    Dreadfully, horribly mislead
    Started to phase into a haze
    I was still there for you
    And sometimes that was enough
    Sometimes it wasn't
    There was too much to take
    We started talking less
    You were getting too far gone
    To escape an old hell, you welcomed a new one
    Then you only started calling when you & yours
    needed money for more
    I hated not giving it but I couldn't contribute to that
    You chose what appeared to be an easy way
    But it's only easy if you act like you are too
    You were abused, too abused
    You were really not caring anymore
    Your path took you to an even darker place
    You probably would have died
    But then you told me you felt like you
    may have a new life inside you
    Then you tried to deny it
    Didn't want to face it, you were scared
    But you looked deep inside yourself
    You found such courage
    You started to care, just a little
    This new life saved your life
    Little by little
    You wised up to your surroundings
    It's was slow process
    Other loved ones hurt you again
    But it only made you stronger
    I was still threre for you
    More and more that was becoming enough
    You got out on your own
    To leave another hell behind
    You and your sunshine
    Your life still not perfect
    Still to immersed in the easy way
    Some sweetness came to you
    You held on to it
    It was good for a while
    Until it became yet another hell
    More shit for you to take
    But at least you still called this time
    So it didn't take as long to realize
    you needed out again
    At least you have your head on straighter
    I feel bad that you had to head back to old haunts
    Deal with old ghosts
    You got so ill
    Nearly lost you
    I can't describe how elated I am that you recovered
    You are so used to your lifestyle
    That you think you can't change it
    You've realized it's not the best choice
    But it's what you know and you're used to it
    For all you've been through, you've been a rock
    You are trying
    I'm still there for you
    I love you
    I know that you now know that, that can be enough
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • You smiled at me so lovingly
    I melted in your arms
    I didn't know you were strangling me
    Choking my thoughts
    You whispered so sweetly in my ear
    As you put the cloth over my eyes
    Sent shivers up my spine
    I let you take my hands
    Let you guide me to the unknown
    I trusted you, loved you, listened to you
    Let you lay me down
    Felt your lips cover mine
    Tongue so hungry
    Felt your blade on my thigh
    Felt myself blushing
    Your hand on my breast
    The cold steel
    Entering, exiting, entering, exciting
    Breathing so heavy
    Juices intermingling, divine
    Never had so good
    Never came so hard
    Never will again
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Oh boy
    More blah, blah, blah
    To waste my precious time
    Man, I could actually be working
    BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    You have to make me sit in a room
    With a bunch of my "peers"
    And fill our heads full of corporate BS
    And I haven't even got there yet
    And I already feel the bile tickling
    And prickling the back of my throat
    Here I go
    FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • I used to go walking in the rain
    It was always something I enjoyed
    I'd just let it pour on me
    I'd ponder
    I'd wander
    Until I was soaked
    And chilled to the bone
    And my head hurt
    And my feet hurt
    And my heart hurt
    And I was too tired to go on
    Then I'd return home
    Only then did your embrace almost feel warm
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • I

    Awoken from a dream
    A scream on my lips
    Cold sweat covering me
    Shaking violently
    Uneasy
    Tears in my eyes
    Why can't I remember?
    What was it all about?

    II

    Pull the cover over my head
    Try to breathe quietly
    So the evil will not hear me
    Try to stop shivering
    So the evil will not feel me
    Try to hear it coming
    Was that a noise?
    Breath caught in my throat
    Still as a statue
    Where is it?
    Why cant' I hear it?
    Should I peek over the sheet?
    Do I have the nerve?

    III

    I slide the sheet down
    Just under my eyes
    I open my eyes
    All I can see is darkness
    But I sense something
    In that dark
    Makes me fear
    I'm afraid to step on the floor
    What's lurking underneath the bed
    What if it grabs my ankle
    And pulls me down
    Into oblivion
    But I must
    I can't be like this
    I start to let the cover go
    Sit on the edge of the bed
    Ankles hanging over the side
    Hey, nobody's grabbed them
    I lean over slightly
    And that's when I felt the push
    From behind me
    And I realized
    That my bed was floating in oblivion
    And now I'm falling, falling, falling
    Calling...
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • The total unfairness of things
    Is something we all must face
    "The unbearable lightness of being"
    Just being
    Can sometimes be too much
    And when you feel you can take no more
    And life has beat you down
    You got to stand up straight
    You got to stand up tall
    You got to keep on, keeping on
    Because to the universe, we are small
    But to me, you are all
    Never want to see you fall
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • No tears on these cheeks
    Just a smile
    Big and bright
    For all those
    Who bring a little joy
    A little gladness
    A little tenderness
    A little light to the day
    I bid you ado
    Until we meet again




    ....upon my return


    I wished you all well

    Then it all went to hell

    Where's my hand basket?

    I have bones to collect

    And dust to sort through

    And I need my basket back!

    Who the fuck would have taken it?

    What could they possibly need it for?

    And where the fuck did they go?

    HEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOO!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Words you spoke
    Whispered in my ear
    Can't be unspoken
    Head full of echoes
    Reaching out to my heart
    Stirring up those emotions
    Call out for you
    Need to hear them
    All in vain
    Room full of echoes
    Reaching out to no one
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • if I say something you don't want to hear
    Yeah, fuck me!
    You heard me!
    Fuck me!
    At least I had the nerve to say it!

    And fuck you for closing your mind,
    And fuck you for closing your eyes,
    And fuck you for muting the truth,
    And fuck you for passing judgement,
    And fuck you for hurting so many,
    And fuck you for hating what you don't understand,
    And fuck you for stealing what you want,

    And fuck me,
    For still thinking there's hope for you!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • A warm smile
    Arms open wide
    Awaiting myself
    Move together
    Our heads on eachothers shoulders
    Arms encircling one another
    Feeling eachothers warmth
    Exchanging so very much
    Without even so much as a word
    Oh so comforting
    Oh so welcomed
    Wish we could all feel this
    Forever
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • So far away
    Yet so close
    Touched with words
    The touch of a ghost
    Brings back all the old haunts
    Fills me up with thoughts
    Lives past, loved ones lost
    Some smiles, some tears
    Some anger, some fears
    Reaching out to my heart
    Embracing my mind
    Thought I'd left it all behind
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • You walk past me everyday
    without so much as a second glance.
    Guess what?
    We both shit and it stinks!
    But you'd never admit to that.
    NO.
    So prim, so proper, so perfect(?),
    always dressed in the finest threads.
    You drive one of those big SUV's.
    You don't really care about pollution,
    you just pretend to, it's politically correct!
    You sell the lie wearing a cheshire grin.
    To my shagrin.
    When I say hello to you in the elevator
    you don't meet my eyes, afraid of what?
    The fact that I have different opinions?
    That I get along with "the peasants" beneath you?
    That I can still smile at you?
    That I do my job really fucking well,
    so well, that you just can't get rid of me?
    I think you know that I hate what you stand for,
    here.
    But that I'd be the first to help you personally.
    Coming here has changed me, I'm more bitchy.
    We all do our best and you want more,
    but give us so little.
    We only want a little respect, appreciation.
    We could be very happy here, really!
    If you could let us be people, not machines.
    If we felt less like numbers, real
    to you.
    I've spent a brain-draining amount of time here,
    Some days bring tears to my eyes.
    This clickety-clacking bullshit, debiting.
    This arguing about money on the phone all day.
    This accounting and general ledgers.
    This putting small businessman out of business
    and writing letters.
    I hate it all!
    It makes me feel not like me,
    like an extention of you!
    My head and back ache from stress
    but I rise above, laugh with my friends.
    At least I can say that I met good friends here!
    I wonder how many here are really your friends?
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Empty spaces
    Fill the places
    Where you once stood

    Inside this heart
    And filling the
    Mind, body, soul

    There is a void
    So black
    It's blinding

    Feel around
    And seek
    Find nothing

    Hurl myself into it
    Seeing nothing
    Feeling nothing

    Nothing, but you
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Walked along the lake shore
    Sat on the rocks
    Watched the tide roll in, out, in, out...
    Sort of hypnotized
    Enjoyed the darkness
    The coldness of the oncoming winter
    The silence
    The lack of people
    I think I was the only one out there at that late hour
    I started to wonder what would happen
    If I just dove in
    Clothes, shoes and all
    And swam
    Until I could swim no more
    Until I was tired and numb and sore
    Until the water went in my eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth
    And filled up my lungs
    And covered my head
    And I went down, down, down...

    It would be like I was never here at all
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Your mistakes like a polluted lake
    Flowing through your veins
    Pumped by a black heart
    So the cavernous thoughts
    Carry over the line to her ear
    And infect her mind
    Which in turn taints
    The beautiful angel you both created
    He keeps his sweet vigil by the door
    Only to have his hopes dashed
    By deceitful deceptions,
    Devious deeds,
    Demented dillusions,
    Doors to depression,
    You are the keeper of the key
    He just turned five
    Do you even care that he's alive?
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Sometimes my thoughts are too much to bear
    Sometimes my feelings too hard to share
    Then I remember the lonely street kids at Christams
    And Simon, the resident glue sniffed chasm
    And all the sad, sad souls
    And the unwanted children
    And that in 100 years the snow capped
    mountains of Kilamanjaro will be melted
    And that 1 in 7 people are malnourished
    And that HIV is an epidemic
    And that so many think money is king
    And that I can be so fucking selfish
    And I don't understand why
    And that love can really hurt sometimes
    And I could go on but I won't
    Sometimes my thoughts are too much to bear
    Sometimes my feelings too much to share
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • feel the air
    full of stale thoughts
    and monitors
    losing the feelings
    that once were dear
    feeling the nothing feeling here
    falsified, stagnant, phoney smiles
    flash before my face
    taunting me
    haunting me
    flaunting there tempting emptiness
    devoid of anything
    offering only false promise
    shushing me
    pushing me
    flushing their wasteland through my veins
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • I will try to behave myself tomorrow
    I will try to only do my work
    I will try to ignore sexual innuendos
    I will try to be a good girl
    I will try to be "all they want me to be"
    I will try to behave myself
    I will try
    I will try
    I hope it's not a lie
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Originally posted by Being Enlightened
    I used to go walking in the rain
    It was always something I enjoyed
    I'd just let it pour on me
    I'd ponder
    I'd wander
    Until I was soaked
    And chilled to the bone
    And my head hurt
    And my feet hurt
    And my heart hurt
    And I was too tired to go on
    Then I'd return home
    Only then did your embrace almost feel warm

    This is pro'ly my favorite of those I hadn't already read from you. The ending is biting and out of nowhere. At least it caught me by surprise.

    I would just like to say that it's completely different seeing all of these works by you put together. I've seen a lot of them already, and appreciated each for it's value and voice... but seeing them all next to each other gives me quite a respect for who you are and what you do as a writer. You have some remarkable talent and a wide pallet of styles. It makes me want to give you a present.

    Check your PMs. Your present will be waiting! Thank you so much for sharing!
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  • Originally posted by CranMalReign
    This is pro'ly my favorite of those I hadn't already read from you. The ending is biting and out of nowhere. At least it caught me by surprise.

    I would just like to say that it's completely different seeing all of these works by you put together. I've seen a lot of them already, and appreciated each for it's value and voice... but seeing them all next to each other gives me quite a respect for who you are and what you do as a writer. You have some remarkable talent and a wide pallet of styles. It makes me want to give you a present.

    Check your PMs. Your present will be waiting! Thank you so much for sharing!

    I'm all choked up CMR! You honour me with your kindness! :D

    I LOVE my present!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    THANK-YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Love,
    B.E. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • There are days
    When you wake up
    After too little sleep
    Too much red wine
    Feeling somber, melancholy
    And the rain is falling
    And it isn't helping
    And you're feeling so down
    And someone confirms those feelings
    So it makes it that much worse
    But then a little light breaks through
    Then it floods in encompasing you
    Lifts you up so high from the depths
    It comes from the kindness of friendly strangers
    And hits you like a sweet arrow through the heart
    And warms you from the inside out
    And reminds you that goodness exists
    And makes you glow with happiness
    Brightens your soul
    So you feel you shine
    Helps you believe in selfless love
    Makes you kinder yourself
    Kinder to others





    To all my friends here (you know who you are)---I LOVE YOU ALL!
    :D:D:D:D:D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Originally posted by Being Enlightened
    There are days
    When you wake up
    After too little sleep
    Too much red wine
    Feeling somber, melancholy
    And the rain is falling
    And it isn't helping
    And you're feeling so down
    And someone confirms those feelings
    So it makes it that much worse
    But then a little light breaks through
    Then it floods in encompasing you
    Lifts you up so high from the depths
    It comes from the kindness of friendly strangers
    And hits you like a sweet arrow through the heart
    And warms you from the inside out
    And reminds you that goodness exists
    And makes you glow with happiness
    Brightens your soul
    So you feel you shine
    Helps you believe in selfless love
    Makes you kinder yourself
    Kinder to others





    To all my friends here (you know who you are)---I LOVE YOU ALL!
    :D:D:D:D

    Kindness makes me feel good. :D
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