the shoebox

suede

thanks pasta,
it was a great deal of fun and excitement. we generated about 100 hits in the span of a few hours on this thread, pretty cool.
yeah, it's been a long time, too long. i don't know if they're nice to hear, but i know i'm better off writing about it then actually thinking hard about it. only three of my posts in this thread were actually written prior to all of this. i did, however, borrow some lines from myself throughout.
thanks for the support and for remembering me after all of this time...

viva la suede

Originally posted by PastaNazi
cowabunga dude and dudette... this is veritably fountainous... holy crow and holy cow....
bravo to both
and suede... it has been a very long time... these subject matters are so nice to see from your "pen"... i know i assume, but well.. that's how I am, so :P

ISN

goodbye my Love
goodbye...

hehehehehehehe

suede

you left me on the racks like an old toy,
with a broken face,
such a broken waste.
i cannot teach you how to play,
when a fight with you,
is what ensues.
you left me on the fence with Heart half-torn,
like the jeans you wore,
like an open sore.
i cannot teach you how to stay,
when a night with you,
is what will do.
i just need to drink...
myself...
away...
wash me down with you...

ISN

I carried you on my back like a young boy
I tracked you down
cracked your frown
....broke your crown
you found me looking South
and you kissed me....
in my mouth I formed
a universe....where I send you
verse from....when I miss you.....
when did they whip you
I remember dreaming of him
someone slapped him....
I grabbed their leg
I pegged the bitch
I'll beg for pardon
when I please
but only if you tease me

suede

i have a headache like an earthquake,
and there's no sense of you that i can make.
you carried me for days,
and now the memory fades,
of times like these sad memories.
of times like this when you insist...
if i come back down,
you'll polish my crown.
and you tracked me down,
when i was swimming around,
in a man-made lake,
made by mistake,
in the center of my bed.

my head is crooked and cracked,
my back is broken and spinal tapped.
there's an earthquake in me,
preventing me from sleep.
but i looked South,
and i saw what you see...
and you kissed me...
full on...
my mouth.

our universe spins,
where we live like twins.
where we laugh like kings,
and die like thieves...
where we spend our lives on our knees.

i write more when i miss you,
and here's the issue:

i was whipped for days,
by a bitch with a wooden peg-leg.
i was dreaming of you,
and it seemed like you knew.
i went cuckoo,
just thinking of life without you.
'cos you sent me verse,
of Beautiful words,
of Beautiful hurt,
from a Beautiful world.
...and i was dreaming of you,
...and you were dreaming of me
i was lost in the city,
you were lost in the sea.

if i tease you less,
will you want me more?

open your mouth...
i want to feel your breath...
close your eyes and slide inside...
i want all of you...
until there's nothing left...
i want you...
to tease me...
i want you.....

ISN

not tonight Josephine.....

gota fuk if ya gotta headache....

get fucked......

go ta fuk

suede

mmmm....i lurve it when you foookin talk dirty durty ya fuk

ISN

go ta fuk....write some fukkin peotry....not this shit...."I have a headache....' ah....gee....fuk off

ISN

r u in a coma yet.....?

suede

i are in a coma.
you sayin my last one sucked?
you write some poetry ya fuk

ISN

go fuk yerself.....

go fuk pedestrians.......

suede

empty your mailbox!!! lol
and no...i will not fuk pedestrians...unless they are you hehe

ISN

go ta fuk

suede

your pm mailbox is full. i can't reply to you.
you're right...i don't know the meaning of poetry & i'm not reliable.
whatever. whatever.

ISN

I luv jewish bread.....

suede

and what about what i want?
what about what i need?
it doesn't matter when my Heart is at your feet...
and your stepping...
all over it...
and you're watching me bleed.

i want you to write to me,
and tell me that i don't know anything...
about poetry.
that i don't know anything...
about you or me...
that i don't know anything...
about you and me.
that i don't know anything...
about anything.

i wanted you to like me,
and tell me that i know everything...
about nothing.
and i wanted you to sing to me,
and i wanted to hear you breathe...
but you wanted me to write to you.

can you hold me tight,
by candlelight,
tonight?


....i'm nothing...without you

ISN

....yes....

suede

don't waste your breath on me

ISN

ur sad....

go read my pm.....

your art is brilliant.....

sorry about last night....I was out for the count....

ISN

if u tease me less...
I'll want you more...
you always disappear
and change the score
I brought you breakfast
even though I ached
when all the bread was
burned that I had baked
McArthur Park is melting in the rain...
and all I get from you
is your deep pain
I've had enough of poets
and of love....
I just want you....to whisper
like a boy...
and I'm a child....
so treat me very sweet....
treat me to sweets....
and other things....
I know you from somewhere
I knew you before....
I recognise you....
and the door is closing
so be quick...
I never cooked your stupid
bisquick....
I'm not your wife...
I have a life...
somewhere....
in my head....
you haunt me now....
and that's okay...
cos every time you say
you say....
I'll sing to you and bring you other things....
like ones you know
me