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of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My feet are chilled,
toes outstretched in the air
waiting for the warmth
of a sock
of a hand
of an embrace...
sheltering

My hands shiver
like my feet do
they shuffle over the keys
as my feet shuffle over the carpet
i'm typing my heart out
my guts out
my soul
is outpouring through
fingertips
through
hands so tiny
through
hands so childlike
but those ugly words
destroy that innocence

with every stike
with every stroke
with every tap
with every bend
at the knuckle

i'm crying through my
hands
my arms,
my joints
and destroying
the purity
of what my mind once
possessed

i'm crying with my
heart
and my soul

my feet cry for warmth
the way my hands do
the way my soul
cries
for
the touch
of a happy ending...
?
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    :)
    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
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    It's a great gift to be able as a writer to get your reader to explore your senses. It's like an actor or singer with skills of getting the audience's eye contact and making them feel like the only person in the auditorium. It can't be taught. The gift can be cultivated if it's present, but not acquired. You have it, Jessie. And that gift is precious.

    :)
  • rarghrargh-brownstarrarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
    im cold too at the moment (inside and out)
    but j ot the essie,
    i wouldnt never been able to describe it like u miss poetress
    another sugary delite

    -r to the arghhhh
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Ahhh Finsbury... your comments are always like a breath of fresh air... you look so deeply and warmly into things, and it makes a person feel real special when you say such things about their work, and their "talent".

    I feel very special that you can see something in me, when sometimes I'm not sure there's anything in me to see. You remind me. And I thank you. :)

    AND...

    :) smiles back atcha, olderman :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    R to the uby
    P to the ie

    being cold sparks something in me a lot.. i'm not sure what it is..

    but i'm glad you can connect to it as well!!

    {{{HUGS}}} to warm our cold souls!!
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • rarghrargh-brownstarrarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    It's a great gift to be able as a writer to get your reader to explore your senses. It's like an actor or singer with skills of getting the audience's eye contact and making them feel like the only person in the auditorium. It can't be taught. The gift can be cultivated if it's present, but not acquired. You have it, Jessie. And that gift is precious.

    :)
    i would have to agree with sir finsbury
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    I've seen the lowest low
    and I've felt the coldest cold
    I've seen you in such pain
    but smiling through it all the same

    Some people have glow
    some people are special
    you can just tell
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • SKasak44SKasak44 Posts: 67
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    My feet are chilled,
    toes outstretched in the air
    waiting for the warmth
    of a sock
    of a hand
    of an embrace...
    sheltering

    My hands shiver
    like my feet do
    they shuffle over the keys
    as my feet shuffle over the carpet
    i'm typing my heart out
    my guts out
    my soul
    is outpouring through
    fingertips
    through
    hands so tiny
    through
    hands so childlike
    but those ugly words
    destroy that innocence

    with every stike
    with every stroke
    with every tap
    with every bend
    at the knuckle

    i'm crying through my
    hands
    my arms,
    my joints
    and destroying
    the purity
    of what my mind once
    possessed

    i'm crying with my
    heart
    and my soul

    my feet cry for warmth
    the way my hands do
    the way my soul
    cries
    for
    the touch
    of a happy ending...
    ?

    this is a good one. sad too.

    but jessie if you wanted a foot rub for those cold feet of yours you should have just asked me! I'd have warmed em up for ya! :D
    "I cant hear you, but i feel the things you say"

  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    Jessie, that was wonderful
    my favourite so far, of the stuff you posted here
    you just poured all your current feelings/emotions into the poem, I can imagine you as you write, so you have managed to place the reader in your bedroom as you write
    You have created the connection
    great work!!
    :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Pat, you're beautiful! Thanks for that. :)

    Fortunate Sean, hey, you can give me a foot massage anytime. :)

    And Buru, you're beautiful!! Thanks for the kind words. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • SKasak44SKasak44 Posts: 67
    Originally posted by of_the_girl


    Fortunate Sean, hey, you can give me a foot massage anytime. :)
    [/B]

    DEAL.
    "I cant hear you, but i feel the things you say"

  • who's_pearljam?who's_pearljam? Posts: 2,104
    *Throws that old soft quilt over Jessie's shivering body*
    Your inner warmth should keep you comfortable now, like your inner warmth does for others.:)

    That was my favorite one yet.
    Be kind, man
    Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
    __________________________________
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Thank you Bob!!

    *pullsblanket aroundmyself*

    :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    shivering in
    the computer lab
    wishing i had
    bob's blanky :(
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i liked the poem, of_the_girl...

    and the feeling of cold setting something off...
    i really like the cold, in a way
    i mean, i always wimp out and turn the heat up
    but, you're right
    perhaps it inspires survival things?

    *shrugs*


    :) be well :)
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Jessie you have such a gift of words....even when you are cold. For I too am shivering as I read them....almost like I am there.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    to nailz

    awwwww shucks...

    :D


    and to pastanazi

    gah! you posted in my thread! *bows down* :D:D hee hee

    thanks for the well wishes, you be well too!
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ok...

    now that???

    that makes me SMILE :D:D:D:D

    uber ether love, woman :)
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