hey man, where's the PUSSY thread???

glasshouse
glasshouse Posts: 1,762
edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
lovers lust for the smell of touch
the taste of openness
dignity presented with perverted longings
open your mouth and show me how much you love me
open your legs and show mw how much you crave me
so, this chap walks out this restaurant on Boulevard Avenue
heartbroken and all torn up
so, this chap stubles to his car sobbing like an idiot
there's a black winter wind howling throughout his soul
shit for snow
indignity presented as Juda's sorrow
the memory of the taste what was
the smell of what'll never be again
her mouth forever turned away
her legs opening for any lover but him
so, this chap drives to his empty apartment
heartbroken and forever fucked up
Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
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  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    it got squished under the wheel of a car. :p:D
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • glasshouse
    glasshouse Posts: 1,762
    catefrances wrote:
    it got squished under the wheel of a car. :p:D

    why? some unnecessary atrocities ?
    Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

    "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
  • glasshouse
    glasshouse Posts: 1,762
    lets keep this thread open by posting responsibly/sensitively :eek:
    Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

    "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    glasshouse wrote:
    why? some unnecessary atrocities ?

    i can only speculate. and that's not really my thing. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • genie
    genie Posts: 2,222
    glasshouse wrote:
    lovers lust for the smell of touch
    the taste of openness
    dignity presented with perverted longings
    open your mouth and show me how much you love me
    open your legs and show mw how much you crave me
    so, this chap walks out this restaurant on Boulevard Avenue
    heartbroken and all torn up
    so, this chap stubles to his car sobbing like an idiot
    there's a black winter wind howling throughout his soul
    shit for snow
    indignity presented as Juda's sorrow
    the memory of the taste what was
    the smell of what'll never be again
    her mouth forever turned away
    her legs opening for any lover but him
    so, this chap drives to his empty apartment
    heartbroken and forever fucked up

    hmm...not bad, but i preferred your other poems. maybe once your anger goes away, you'll be able to write a whole book of poems about pussy :D;)

    plus you know what moderators are like! they delete everything they think is inappropriate :rolleyes: just keep on posting more, and more and more threads like these ;)
  • TrixieCat
    TrixieCat Posts: 5,756
    I really enjoyed reading this.
    It is more my style.
    Nicely done.
    Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
    And I don't feel right when you're gone away
  • genie
    genie Posts: 2,222
    it's that it?? i want more poems!! and i want them now :)
  • glasshouse
    glasshouse Posts: 1,762
    Young Woman stares up at Mr. Desire
    mosquito penetration and fire
    death becomes her
    Mr. Desire won't be wheeping long
    in fact
    he won't be wheeping at all
    methodically exploiting unhindered desires
    Young Woman ignorant to touch
    virgin representation of a first release
    life escapes her
    Mr. Desire will not be comforting
    in fact
    he'll be bending her over
    rhythmically steering innocence a past
    bad seed's lust for destruction
    rhythmically steering innocence a past
    every single last one Aches for love
    we'll yield our love
    to those who seek to hurt
    Young Woman dreams in her bed
    of Mr. Desire and his blood
    and her blood
    her past innocence
    her present corruption
    Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

    "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
  • Jeanie
    Jeanie Posts: 9,446
    Please don't stop! :) hehe! :D
    NOPE!!!

    *~You're IT Bert!~*

    Hold on to the thread
    The currents will shift
  • genie
    genie Posts: 2,222
    great work, thank you :)
  • glasshouse
    glasshouse Posts: 1,762
    Keeping from masturbating oils the creative lube
    Restraining from rehearsing your fuck parade
    Pumps the blood to your cranium instead of your head
    The trick is to elude the imaginative power provoked by the pussy
    The penis fly trap contoured so fittingly
    The sight of hear firm breasts jumping up and down
    While she yearns for even more thump downtown
    All these unnecessary cognitive passions needs to be set aside
    You know?
    In order not to rehearse
    To deny training
    To shed a frown upon the thought of her wet pungent lips
    Excuse me please
    Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

    "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
  • #X.
    #X. Posts: 142
    Yes, my original posting, of "Pussy", disappeared.
    It's not even in my history section. That's why
    I posted the Censorship poem. #X.
    "The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
    -Paul Verlaine-

    "With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
    -Edgar Poe-
  • Jamal
    Jamal Posts: 2,115
    I like your work a lot glasshouse.
    thanks for sharing
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • glasshouse
    glasshouse Posts: 1,762
    i want you to be my dog
    for one more day and its night
    it is animal flight
    let me cover your rear
    you'll sway my way
    open up and dance
    on white tables in black kitchens
    my blood will rise and swell and crash into you
    throw caution in the wind
    strap in for a hard blow
    admire the muscles of my passion's sink
    taste my thoughts and adhere to my convictions
    now i want you to be my dog
    so common' over t'night
    to my party called animal flight
    Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

    "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
  • glasshouse
    glasshouse Posts: 1,762
    last night i paid a stripper to open up for me
    my Benjamin’s in her hands called her exposure to be
    white satin and tanned thighs occupied my view
    sitting there imagining me stirring her a' stew
    she denied my touching of her void
    hard dance and no particular fun being toiled
    a room full of lust and hard wood
    it boiled down to old rust and her untouched stood
    i saw her patting and moaning
    but never the less it was occupied with her conscience groaning
    my body was burning and yearning
    she was bored and relentlessly turning
    and what do you want me to do now you darling young one
    i want you to take your hand off your dick and be gone
    Athens, Greece: 2006/09/30

    "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world." Herman Melville : Moby Dick
  • theskyabove
    theskyabove Posts: 77
    glasshouse wrote:
    lovers lust for the smell of touch
    the taste of openness
    dignity presented with perverted longings
    open your mouth and show me how much you love me
    open your legs and show mw how much you crave me
    so, this chap walks out this restaurant on Boulevard Avenue
    heartbroken and all torn up
    so, this chap stubles to his car sobbing like an idiot
    there's a black winter wind howling throughout his soul
    shit for snow
    indignity presented as Juda's sorrow
    the memory of the taste what was
    the smell of what'll never be again
    her mouth forever turned away
    her legs opening for any lover but him
    so, this chap drives to his empty apartment
    heartbroken and forever fucked up


    i think this is fantastic. i'd cut the second "her legs", though. just those two words (repeated) make this piece slightly "young" or crass or something. otherwise, very nice. beautiful and real.
  • theskyabove
    theskyabove Posts: 77
    oh... and they say...

    you don't pay strippers to fuck
    you pay 'em to leave

    i think it takes a lot, more than most men have, to write about fucking over and over and over again. it gets like porn where the naked woman loses any flash value

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