Write Words Writers Club-New Writers and Readers Welcome

But do you know its killing me?...

2009-05-18T16:59:00.000-07:00

I have wanted to write for days now ....

And have started a million times....

But each time the words fail me ....

And nothing seems to rhyme ....

If I ripped out my heart and you held it ....

Would you be able to feel my pain?....

Could you see that it is breaking? ....

Could you tell it just isn’t the same?....

If I pulled out my brain ....

And placed in you hands ....

Could you see the worry and doubt? ....

Could you understand my confusion?....

Are the need that I feel to scream?....

I know that you are grown now....

That you have a family....

I know you’ve made your choices....

And invited the demon in....

Yet I feel somehow I failed you....

That there was something I didn’t see....

Yes you know you have an addiction....

But do you know its killing me? ....

Love is...

2009-04-15T05:57:00.000-07:00

Feelings in color
blues, yellows and reds
qualia as an evening sky.

From raging and tender
from the past to present
intense sometimes ineffable.

Love is an experience
a passion or flirt
from which we grow.

TJ

NOT MY USUAL ROUTINE

2009-04-08T18:03:00.000-07:00

NOT MY USUAL ROUTINE [prompt by poem a day ]

Swimming in a sea of blue

Stunned by the moment

I could not help but notice

the difference is the details.

What I thought was an oyster

turns out to be a pearl.

Anyone else? A not my usual routine write?

Polly Anna’s surrogate penis.

2009-04-08T07:06:00.000-07:00

She’s feeling freedom
As if she has open a birdcage freeing a soul
or like the opening of a angered fist.

Hearing bumps and tattles
from with in her homes walls
She no longer hides in closets.

Courage placed on the nightstand
The darks no longer have shadows,
The voids have faded and disappeared.

No longer afraid but connected
Much like pieces of a puzzle that float down into place
the whole picture appears.
Her mind is at peace.
She drifts into sleep.

Polly Anna’s surrogate penis.

Prompt: friend who lost her husband gets her CWP. and buys a new gun.

Catch a ride...

2009-04-05T10:47:00.000-07:00

When your creator calls…

Posture tall
Gather your strength
Turn your face
Forward into the winds.

Breathe deeply
Filling your lungs
Find courage
Hidden in fear.

Spread your wings
Scream a silent cry
Eyes wide open
Fall into a glide.

Pass over gray clouds
You are free to go
In your last moment
Catch a ride on a rainbow.

The Trouble with Monsters

2009-04-03T20:58:00.000-07:00

The trouble with monsters
isn't the claws
or even the fangs.
The growling at night is
worse than hearing
someone snore.
I hate sweeping shed scales from
underneath the bed.
Cleaning slimefrom the closet floor
is worse.
Just once,
I wish they'd tear
the blanket from my face.
It couldn't be worse than
the spoor.

The Appearance of Love

2009-04-02T08:01:00.000-07:00

There were times when being forced
to participate in relationships with men
which had the appearance of love
didn't seem like rape to me
as they savagely ravished my entire being
disguising it behind romantic notions –
just another way, I was told
to safely explore their emotions

In my excitement as a child
with fragile thoughts it took me a while
To confirm the absence of love in these encounters
as hands beat my body black and blue
to make me produce
My mental survival depended on
putting distance between what I saw as me
looking through the windows of their eyes at my body
and yielding until I grew old enough to fight back

My elders, who saw my abuse and turned away
witnesses to the rage on my abusers’ face
still I was forced to stay in that place - called home
surrounded with family, all alone

When I had children I declared
that they wouldn't live in such a nightmare
they would be able to live and be free
of abuse, unlike me ---
they would know real love

Origins

2009-04-01T21:58:00.000-07:00

In the beginning,
there was the word.
And then there was the exit,
unwilling.

"I want" preceded
the crying babe,
leaving one woman
with empty arms
and another filled.
Both done and undone
by the word.

My genesis,
from the word I came.
To the words
I grow.
Such haphazard creation,
who knows what the word
will bring.

~Cynthia

Nostalgia-acrostic challenge

2009-03-23T16:59:00.000-07:00

NOSTALGIA

· Nobel I stand
· Offensive against offerings
· Sickened with pain
· Tormented by visions
· Always looking back
· Longing for loved ones
· Growing impatient
· In words not expressed
· Anger torments me within.

Thank You Amias. That was fun.
Anyone want to write...
[photo is mine]

Haiku-My tomorrorw

2009-03-20T20:48:00.000-07:00

His eye upon mine
The beautiful and the true
touched my tomorrow.

haiku
photo credit: my parents hands photographed by TJ 2009

I come from..

2009-03-20T18:28:00.000-07:00

I am the unanswered question
Spawn of life
Coming from disciplines un-harnessed.

From animated matter
a normal miracle of conception,
under perfect physical and chemical conditions.

I was the infant unknown
A child to be,
a woman someday in time.

I am the emergence of biological complexity.
I am the first born child, I came from young love.

[photo credit:www.inter-disciplinary.net]

Courage

2009-03-16T06:15:00.000-07:00

COURAGE
· Ceremonious sacrifice on
· Oncology’s floor
· Ushers urgency for this
· Raging young bore.
· Amenable cancer unwanted
· Gate crashes his brain
· Elevated up terminal stage four.

ACROSTIC poetry
join us if you will

Super Hero...

2009-03-16T05:46:00.000-07:00

Messy face, uncombed hair
Hotwheel cars, everywhere.
Works of art on grama's wall
Little artist, not so tall.
Wears a bath towel, for his cape
Super Hero, we think you're great!

Butterfly kisses -Grama

Dancing With Promises

2009-03-11T05:33:00.000-07:00

When night falls, descending from
the stalking winds that plague the day
into the stillness of the night air
evoking wishful thinking

There, rescued from the wilderness
of the mind, cluttered with the day’s
trials and tribulations moving them
gently into oblivion, with promises fulfilled
of love freely given and joyfully accepted

… To dance in the midst of shadows

© 2004 Amias

Acrostic Poetry-PURPLE

2009-03-07T05:23:00.003-08:00

Renders done in Microsoft Picture It.
Three photos rendered in layers.
Granddaughter Emily loves PURPLE anything...her favorite color.

· P riceless self-esteem
· U ninitiate critic
· R esonats her song.
· P recious is childhood
· L iving in the moment
· E xuberantly.

Round Robin's Photo Challenges - Topic -Purple is a place for challenges.
Acrostic Poerty Only is a place for challenges.

Loves Camera-Playfull

2009-03-03T15:03:00.000-08:00

You are my passion
A keepsake for memories
A part of myself.

Haiku about Passion....
Have one?
Show me yours?

*********************

Haiku- Morning's Light Shadow

2009-03-02T10:58:00.000-08:00

I'm here with shadow
grandmother found her for me
in the morning's light.

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acrostic poem about CONVERSATION

2009-03-01T04:46:00.000-08:00

C arefull words of
O mittions
N ervously spoken
V alidates
E levated feelings of
R esent
S stimulating the sence of
A ccountability
T alking truth of
I rreformable
O bivious exasperated
N eglect.

Write an acrostic poem about CONVERSATION and link it here

Off the beaten path -Haiku

2009-02-27T05:46:00.000-08:00

Off the beaten path
unatural bridge of small rocks
calm, crystal water.

Haiku poem by TJ
TJ photo of creek close to home.

How to: Haiku
Polish your haiku into three lines, the first with five syllables, the second line with seven syllables and the third line with five syllables. It may take some time and substitution of words to make it fit.

Got one in you?

Dancing Shadows-acrostic poetry

2009-02-24T21:08:00.000-08:00

D aring is me
A lway in the spot light
N obody knows
C arefully working
I n background
N ever caring
G uess who I am?

S ingle moments
H ave little meaning
A lways a challenge
D aring to meet
O nly you would see
W ho’s is behind
S uch works of me.

Dancing Shadows....TJ

VETERAN: Acrostic poetry

2009-02-15T13:50:00.000-08:00

Voices whispering
each a different story
telling of their journey
eclipsed continously
realities that turn cold
all passed
never want to be forgotten.

VETERAN

Acrostic poetry,by TJ
My photo taken at out Veteran's Memorial Cemetary Feb. 2009

a repose

2009-02-13T21:40:00.000-08:00

i recall the day we
laid down on a
blanket of dew
covered bluebells
and wild dandelions

the sun was
just beginning to rise
and the moon was
still visible
in the early light

and your lips
brushed mines like
a flutter of air
i lost my breath
in your smell

that was the day
i laid my innocent
by the wayside
and fell in love
with a dream

© 2002 amias

SUNSETS; Acrostic Poetry

2009-02-13T06:13:00.000-08:00

Senses feeling small
Under your majestic skys
Never convinced
Searching for signs
Everlasting life questions
This radiance adheres to Creator of Heaven and Earth?

SUNSET

My Photo taken in Rockport Texas, Jan. 2009

Acrostic Poetry ; Rain

2009-02-12T09:34:00.000-08:00

Acrostic Poetry

Rolly clouds
Air quickly changes
Inside plan engaged
Not a moment to soon.

RAIN

TJ"s Photo Blog entry

A acrostic challenge..for all

2009-02-12T09:09:00.000-08:00

Extending a invitation....
to try some An acrostic (from the late Greek akróstichon, from ákros, "top", and stíchos, "verse") is a poem or other writing in an alphabetic script, in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out another message.

Who wants to have some fun??

Hope to read you!
TJ

Walk In the Rain

2008-12-26T16:24:00.000-08:00

I took a walk this morning
in a light yet cold rain
I had to feel this day
senses have risen again.

This season feels strange
the first one without you
nothing felt just right
thought, walking is what I'd do.

I sensed your spirit
with me the whole time
and your smile made it better
recalled words made it rhyme

I took a walk in the rain
between winter's blast
of snow, ice and sleet
as my senses took me to task

Not quite lonely but alone
remembering back when
from before we were lovers
and just so called friends.

Oh, I needed that walk
this special time of year
wonderful thoughts of you
bring me a bit of cheer.

Del Cano 2008 December

Love And Despair

2008-12-25T10:25:00.000-08:00

She lies amid the promises and pillows
on her side, fetally.
Nightdress riding her thigh and haunches,
exposing that which drove him to her.

The scent of her collides with shame
over his nature and acts.
Or was it a dream,
her whispers of sad refusal.

He feels the cold leeching from her hips, shivers,
then joins her to him under covers, encircles her,
his fingers as a snake's tongue, searching, tasting,
the warmth of her breast a chimera.

He feels the cold impaling steel,
dips his fingers in the holy font,
and blesses himself in crimson.

V c2008

Also presented at "To Grow Is To Be Anxious, Exile Edition".

New poem

2008-10-09T17:55:00.000-07:00

Dangers and Side Effects

Breakage is unavoidable.

You will bleed.
It is one of the risks
Of ownership.

Sometimes,
The pain will overcome you,
You will fall to your knees
and hear it beating,
Altered, scarred but intact.

Yes, the changes are permanent,
But the pain is temporary.
Crying is recommended.

It’s a mercurial muscle.
It can shatter,
and each piece will reach out,
Grab others and pull itself together.

Oh,
It’s usually bigger than before.

This was also posted at Sorting The Pieces.

Tree with Branches

2008-08-05T06:45:00.000-07:00

photo by Sam Worthington
Tree with Branches

Unbalanced branches
reaching out
baron without leaves.

A beautiful pleasure
on my naked eye
to live without promise.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Many writers have come and gone.
I feel our blog has been vacated yet I find so much pleasure going back through the entrys.
Missing your words.. TJ

From Love was born...

2008-08-02T05:23:00.000-07:00

My life,
my soul

a book
some pages are torn.

My body,
my heart

progression

natuarally worn.

My spirit
my heart

humbly

love's born.

Happy Birthday love TJ

HAIKU

2008-06-19T11:34:00.000-07:00

HAIKU

To be loved by one

who nurtures garden blossoms,
to live the Buddha.

Hello and Promise

2008-04-30T09:28:00.000-07:00

Just stopping by to let everyone know I am back! Oh you didn't realize I was gone?..lol
Anyway I am back blogging so please stop by and visit me some time. You can find me here or here.

Promise

A field alive with promise

As spring blooms

Passion is renewed

The growth of possibilities

Now bear fruit of hope

As Jasmine’s sweet scent

Fills the meadow

And deer and rabbits play

Mother Earth awakens

And life’s circle continues

~*Red*~

4/08

Winter leave us...Summer fill us

2008-03-27T13:28:00.000-07:00

Under the layers,I find myself.
Promises yet to be met,time slipping slowly away.
I am ....waiting with unceasing dependence on a change.
Feeling intense longing,the morning light that comes with a song.
In the stillness of the cold,welcoming whatever sunshine the sun may give.
I feel hopeful.
Summer... fill us with life.
Winter leave us now....

Note: See the tiny bird on the branch above the bird feeder
Tonight: Snow this evening will transition to snow showers late. Low 26F. Winds NNE at 10 to 20 mph. Chance of snow 70%. 2 to 4 inches of snow expected. DAMN!

Can we get back together

2008-03-27T13:13:00.000-07:00

Missing everyone...please write.
love TJ

Blind date??

2008-02-19T05:49:00.000-08:00

Henry Ward Beecher:It is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.

L ooking around, she was nowhere to be found. I pulled myself from the booth from where we sat just seconds ago before she excused herself and went looking for her.

Just outside the restaurants door, lying on the street was the flower she had her hand.

Walking over, I bent to pick it up still searching for a glimpse of her.Gone and I do not understood why.

Walking back into the restaurant, carrying the limp single flower in my hand my heart was pounding. I sat with a slide back into the booth and place the flower in my goblet of water watching it as it bent slightly over almost as if it would fall out.

This is a first for me, left without a word I sit silently alone with both confusion and confirmation.

Perhaps she wasn’t as blind as her well-meaning friends had thought. Perhaps she had seen right through me clearly seeing my insincere intentions.I was thinking maybe this could be a beginning while all along she was already past her stopping point.

Feeling the hit of the bull’s eye I realize that this first of not knowing what is expected on a blind date issue is very loaded.

I have been dumped without animation.

Left behind.

Anyone else? A Blind date entry?
Left behind.. Photo Blog Entry with credits

Haiku- Lovers Dance- Happy Valentines day

2008-02-14T08:21:00.000-08:00

Behold the lovers

Imperfect and unbalanced

dancing is their lust.

By TJ
photo found on the net

************
anyone else?

The dance of the Daisey by TJ

2008-02-09T08:05:00.000-08:00

I love the Dance of a Daisey

as she comes to life gesturing on a

breeze.

Carelessly is her teasing and

withdrawal, moving rhythmically

as if to music.

It is a seasonal ceremony and celebration

of natural openness and optimism.

Photo from my gardens 2007

Check out my Slide Show!

2008-01-14T04:20:00.001-08:00

Kimberleigh has passed of "I shaved my legs for this" blog

2008-01-13T12:35:00.000-08:00

I shaved my legs for this ....demandnlilchit -Kimberleigh has passed.

Diagnosed with
Stage II Breast Cancer
in July of 2006, it's
now metastized to Stage IV
by April of 2007.Nothing has worked for any
great length of time so far."MIRACLE" and "HOPE' are reallybeautiful words to me right
now.

Remember her words........???

Monday, July 31, 2006

I walked the quiet, neutral corridor
and I responded to smiles with a smile
I entered without a care in the world
I left with the weight of the world on my shoulders......
Mammogram.....as rude as the tech
after she heard the results
her eyes never met mine again
I knew by the fast appearance
of sympathy that replaced her
I hate my job face.........
Ultra sound.... as gentle as the tech
she saw passed the patient
and remembered the person
she slipped quietly from the room
returning with the Radiologist
With his brown eyes looking into my baby blues
he used words like non-suspicious,borderline and suspicious
he added "way beyond" to my "suspicious"
I now not only have two breasts
I have two tumors
two tumors that were not there
just a few months ago...
now they are taking up residence
without a lease....squatters I will call them
Now suddenly there wasn't enough
space in that ultra sound room
Cancer had joined us and had sucked
up all the oxygen for a moment
I wanted Jim more than the oxygen anyway.....
I have cycled through all the emotions already
I see-saw between numb and really pissed off
It's a good thing I'm a warrior
and I can draw from my own strength
I will not walk quietly, I will carry a big stick.
I will not go quietly.

Cancer...the beginning
The Dance
Heard it in a love song
A sincere question answered
Cancer.....I laugh in your face!

"God Bless you".........tearfully I have cried ..."God Bless You and Yours!."

Love TJ

EXPRESSIONS

Planting a seed for your thoughts...You go!

2007-10-20T15:23:00.000-07:00

When is a seed a gift?

I don’t like the rain

2007-10-07T07:15:00.000-07:00

It wets me, it still rains, shameless

I don’t like the rain, sometimes

But, I like to see people, so faraway in the rain … and walking

I don’t like being in the crowd when it rains

I feel cold, I feel wet, I don’t like those days

I like to see the rain as it falls, onto my wet hands

I like the rain on my face, it rains on my eyes

I don’t like buses and shops, it suffocates me

The air is humid, rainwater fill the shops

I like the rain ripples on the mud puddles

I like yellow mud brown mud, I like rain drops

I don’t like frogs, mosquitoes, centipedes in the rain

I don’t like wet clothes; mine are wet in the rain

I like the smell, the rain smell of the first rain

I like to hold your hand, and walk against the rain

It wets me, it still rains, shameless

I don’t like the rain, sometimes

But, I like the feeling on my legs as rainwater flows around them

HAIKU -- SEXUALITY { V }

2007-09-01T05:18:00.000-07:00

Morals overwhelmed

Sexually profligate

Id conquers ego.

DON SWAN ..shortie poem

2007-08-10T12:25:00.000-07:00

Don Swan

*****************

"A jeune cygne?"

shyly hissing

followed by

a stare.

"Why you ol' Don Swan

perhaps three times

on a silly dare."

{{ laughing }} love TJ

Take this on....New Picture for Expressions

2007-08-09T06:10:00.000-07:00

Here is a good one for words....anyone want to take a pen to it?

Lightweight Pollen Event Haiku

2007-08-05T16:53:00.000-07:00

The lightweight pollen

mediated by the wind,

dispersed in the air.

tagged: Writing and poetry ,events

Please feel free to use photo .
TJ

On the Edge

2007-07-26T06:40:00.000-07:00

Behold your slow death

Sit together until empty

On the edge of time.

X Marks Obscurity

2007-06-26T06:21:00.000-07:00

It is I who walks in your mildewed obscurity,

tenaciously enduring life's sultry surprise.

It is I who pursues worn paths in empty shelters,

dodging painful remnants of luminous diamond nights.

It is I who lingers between silent regret andapprehension,

as your heart pounds ever so lightly in mine.

It is I whispering your name with dying breath,

as visions of yesterday swallow idealistic minds.

And it is I who wholeheartedly loves you,

even though your love and adoration has died.

It is I that remembers our tantalizing yesterdays,

and prays for mercy with God's blessings from above.

TiAnka

MEMORIES

2007-05-31T09:41:00.000-07:00

It must be imagination
that permits my heart`s lament.
Like roses in a garden
my bed bespeaks your scent.

My mind, confused, bewildered,
it tries to circumvent
the path that leads to anguish
and memories truly spent.

Haiku- Sexuality

2007-04-18T18:41:00.000-07:00

Sexuality

the embodiment of morals

focused self-control.

5/7/5 format Haiku

by TJ

A haiku is an unrhymed verse form, conveying a complete image or feeling in three lines of syllables, and are usually about nature or natural things.

Shorter formats are 3/5/3.

Please feel free to use the photo.

my daily blog

Follow me, touch me, Join me

2007-04-17T15:21:00.000-07:00

First Person View

Follow me

into

conversation.

Open your ears

and

keep

current

on my

ever

flowing

thoughts.

Touch me with hands-on

learning

wisdom

which

the

messenger

becomes

the message.

Join me

conscious state

for

personal

growth.

******

Second Person View

Arise

responsibility.

You are

the owner,

the

one

creation

your own

self

worth.

*****

by TJ 2007

My daily blog

An Angel

2007-04-16T18:45:00.000-07:00

3rd person view

The angel burst forth

Out of the ocean

Causing tidal waves

And stirring the violent winds

About her body

Wings brilliantly lit

Casting down a shadow

That covered the sea

From the sun overhead

Only she could not escape

The grip held by the ribbons

Looking so innocent at first

But actually binding her forever

To an eternity of short breaths

From the watery depths of solitude

She had been cursed to endure

For loving a human

Over her God

2nd person view

You have disgraced me angel

Loving a false idol

Such as a human

More than me

For this you are baned

For an eternity

To wage war against the sea

Slowly sinking

If you do not fight

With all that you are

To stay above water

And catch a glimpse

Of the glory of heaven

You left behind

1st person view

I only wanted a glimpse

Of what it was like

This life on earth

We are teased with

But never get to be part of

As angels

Yes I took a man

But I never held them higher

Than you my Lord

Why must you punish me

With these chains of silk

Looking so easy to escape

But being made by you, perfect

And unbreakable

How long must I suffer

Before you release me

Let me fly back to your glory

And lavish you with my obedience

Kisses, Prayers, and Love

New Photo- a Challenge for your expression

2007-04-16T13:51:00.000-07:00

Three choices are first person, second person, and third person.

Writers please decide from what point of view you want to express your ideas.

First person indicates the writer is the speaker or narrator. This form is most commonly used when writing about personal experiences or in expressing one's own opinion. The first person pronouns include I, me, my, mine, we, our, and ours.

Second person indicates the person to whom the writer is speaking. This form is most commonly used when describing a process, giving directions or advice, or in coorespondence--letters directed to a specific individual. The second person pronouns include you and yours.

Third person indicates the person (or thing) about whom the writer is speaking, to refer to other people. In addition to being used when the writer prefers to present a story from someone else's point of view, this form is generally preferred in more formal expository writing such as research papers and business reports. The third person pronouns include she, he, her, him, hers, his, it, its, they, them, theirs.

Hope to see alot of different views.
I thought this picture could be a photo of no expressed gender for the writing project.
Poetry, story, haiku, anything goes...
Can't wait to read you!!

Simple Art of a Mind's Muse of a Moment

2007-04-12T09:04:00.000-07:00

Musing thoughts

world wide love,

some

individual caring,

a jump

of the divide,

and

great quest for joy

in life....

Inventory snaps

fleeting seconds

captured

personal collage.

Simple art of a mind's muse of a moment.

by TJ

collage of my photos, some personal and some found on the net worked with in Adobe Photo Shop and Microsoft Picture It. 2007

tagged: [Art ,Love ,Personal, Internet ]

An Ode to Sunflowers by TJ

2007-04-11T16:49:00.000-07:00

Single or paired
alluring and large,
a bold harmony
of attitude is my favorite
the artful sunflower.

Unusual postures
of highlights and shadows,
sophisticated
standing tall in country fields
the bountiful sunflower.

Writing and poetry

( anyone else have an ODE ?? )

tagged: [ Writing and poetry ]

Prisoner

2007-04-09T07:18:00.000-07:00

The many sides and faces
Of her locked into the colors
Trouble me
Like she is in a prison
Pushing at every angle
Every wall
Trying to escape
At times she seems angry
Ready to rip away
The bars that hold her
To take revenge on the world
At times she seems a seductress
Wooing men and women
With long hair, full lips
And voluptuous figure
At times she seems begging
Like a prayer to the gods
Willing to do whatever it takes
For just one fresh breath of air
And at times asleep or dead
Ready to be carried off
By a winged angel
To leave the mixed colors
And awake from the dream

"Day Dreams" expression of photo 5#

2007-03-12T04:24:00.000-07:00

Eyes wide open

falling,

deeply

twisting into spaces.

Powerlessness

consuming,

exposing

masks of many faces.

Reflections

endless,

enchanting

seconds spent in places.

Day Dreams

by TJ

The Face

2007-03-11T16:18:00.000-07:00

I am the face of abuse

I hold the scares

Seen and unseen

I am the child

With innocence stolen

I am the young girl

That trusted wrongly

I am the woman

That chose poorly

Then suffered greatly

I am the voice

That cries out

In the darkness

I am the personality

Shattered and robed

Yes I am the face of abuse

That found the strength

To become a survivor

Red 3-11-07©

Haiku

2007-03-07T18:55:00.000-08:00

HAIKU by TJ Romance and Relationships

A strong love

conjures up range

conflicting emotions.

Tagged:Romance and Relationships

It's the red and gold with the angel....color choices that the artist used that caught my attention for Writing and poetry

New photos for your expressions

2007-03-07T18:28:00.000-08:00

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Thank you Chris for keeping the interest in posting.
I hope that we can all jump back in as time allows.
Write words like no other if the picture strikes a tone, emotion or sensation in you.
Looking forward to reading you!!
TJ

Hi TJ-that space below this was killing me-hope you don't mind the edit. :)

Secret Sadness

2007-01-14T18:53:00.000-08:00

The heart withdraws in pain
The sad songs sung again
Where’s the hand that I used to hold –
Gone.

I faked my pleasures
I faked my sadness
I faked my laughs for you …

The rain is a sad lie
In the cloud’s blueness
The wind is a whisper
Sighed into sadness

This life that I never chose
But in living it’s more mine
I lost myself within the rhythm
… The voices slurring into beyond.

The clouds that never broke
The pain, that wasn’t poetryed
Where’d that heart that of happiness told –
Gone.

I faked my worries
The heart split from cries that
I faked - Just to be with you …

The rain is a sad lie
In the cloud’s blueness
The wind is a whisper
Sighed into sadness

This love that I had lost
And, in paining it’s more mine
So, deepens in meaning, a Sad hymn
… The smiles blurring into beyond.

Happy New Years

2007-01-14T11:36:00.000-08:00

Easy topic:

Write something about a resolution you have made, wanted to make, or will make and how it went. Pretty easy idea.

Pictures

2006-12-27T11:40:00.000-08:00

Any ideas? Comment Away...

Great New Place to Share

2006-12-24T10:07:00.000-08:00

I found a great new place to share from one of the Poets from Poetry Thursday. It is an open forum to post new stories, photos, poetry, whatever and get it attention if you want some more hits or just a few more readers or comments. Just go to this site and follow the simple instructions using links on the sidebar to email in a post as you would do anywhere. It's fairly simple and works pretty much instantly. I figure since it's a new site it might have more luck getting readers than this one, who knows?

http://exposure-gcp.blogspot.com/

It's called Exposure. Merry Christmas Everyone-or Holidays, Hanakuh, ya know...

News for those that care

2006-12-17T19:16:00.000-08:00

Blogger original is over. Try signing into your dashboard if you haven't in a while. They would like you to upgrade to Beta, because it is no longer Beta. And on top of that you have to link it to your gmail account if you have one. Great for me, bad for people who liked it this way.

I think since the holidays are around the corner, and when I actually looked back over this blog no one has really given a crap since the beginning of July, I am just going to post some poems or stories when I feel like it and I encourage everyone to do the same thing.

Here are a few...(you can't copy and paste with blogger very well so the alignment is off)

Hurt

Your like a perfect angel
Radiant and flowing with color
Bringing tears of joy forth
But I am blind
Your scent is that of a warm spring evening
Full of life and fresh flowers
Enough to make a nose happy
But my sense of smell is gone
Your touch is like blowing wind
Softly caressing the surface of my skin
Telling my brain to smile and laugh
But my lips are stitched shut
The hell of enduring you
In my present state
Is worse than any torture
But I am paralyzed
Soul left here gaping
Through this empty shell
That you used to love

No End to Tears

Her tears never seem to stop
A pain I can't imagine
Should I run or help, be still or pray
I just do not know

Lost that I know not the words
Too slow to ever escape
Does God really listen to me?
Am I just a fake?

Silence creates only itself
So it can't be the right choice
But from the corner I'm backed into
I may have no voice

I do believe time can heal
But one can never forget
How much time they spent trying
To get over it That used to be enough

Puppet

I don't enjoy being your puppet
A toy that is usually ignored
But expected complete devotion
From me to you at all times
These strings are my prison
And all my movement comes from your fingers
Sometimes I would rather not move
And sometimes a voice would be helpful
How overwhelmed you might be
If you understood love and friendship
If you were mature enough to respect me
I know it would be too much at once
Causing the walls of your protective shield to crumble
Revealing only a confused and spoiled child
Who worried too much about material things
And missed out on social skills class
If I was the puppeteer
Be assured you would miss out on nothing
But blinded by my love for you
I restrain myself in the corner
Until you come again

Still Trying...For now

2006-12-13T14:10:00.000-08:00

My revival has not been the most successful thing in the world but;

I'm a newbie here
My pictures may stink
And maybe this place has been dead for ages

I feel good that at least I am trying. This week I have no picture. There were enough a while back and no one cared. This week I have a simple idea.

What does attitude mean to you?

those are the full instructions, here is what I thought: http://pastpoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/rules-to-be-good.html

Up or Down

2006-12-05T17:58:00.000-08:00

I needed to see something else posted so I found my own picture and went with it. If anyone would like to do the same leave it on your blog and comment with a link. Also I don't care if you critique my stuff-I'm sure I've heard worse and I am writing it online in five minutes.

I stole this picture here: www.dolphindesigns.info/andreaphotos/igloo.jpg

Red, White, and Black
Some of the colors of skin and blood
We see every day
In this silly war
But there are more
To these stairs
Than meet the eye

Those we aren't supposed to care about
The ones really suffering
From our choice to invade
What may or may not have been nothing
But a scam for Mr. 91

What does 91 stand for you ask?
His IQ of course, you didn't know
Probably the lowest for a president
Since the year 1900
Or when the test was standardized
Whichever it was that came first

The lights, the steps, the colors
They have a pattern
But I can't really tell
Are they moving forward, Or backward
Is this a painting, Or a picture
Do they go up or down

And which direction are we moving
Forward or backward, up or down

*Best I could do in 5 min with phone calls, sorry...I would not call it a poem, just thoughts

It doesn't have to stop because TJ is gone

2006-11-29T14:41:00.000-08:00

Hi to lots of people I don't know yet, except for one. I am new to this but I have written a few poems using the format given here and was invited to join. I thought since TJ is gone till Spring, it might be a nice suprise for her to see that all of the authors kept up the writing. I don't know if it will work but I am going to try by posting some pictures for topics and try to head in the direction the idea started with. Pick a picture and write a poem, fiction, non-fiction, haiku, story, whatever you like and post it. Maybe we can revive this site a bit. Also because I am a beta-blogger I had to create this new name but my blogger name is clockworkchris and my site is pastpoems.blogspot.com. Not trying to plug myself (hence it's not a link) but I can't actually add my name as an author until TJ gets back. Thanks for giving me a chance. And if the pictures suck then I apologize in advance-I took them all, I have no time to search the net right now. If no one uses them I will spend some time online searching for better ones.

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The anime picture was captured from a movie I have but all the rest are mine. I realize usually people have posted more of spruced up painting and photoshop pics, so I sincerely hope some of these are okay. Since I took them I know my story behind each one, and it would be rhetorical of me to write about it now.
I really hope this works. Please feel free to comment-I will respond within 24 hours.

AN idea brewing..quick run & hide

2006-11-06T13:03:00.000-08:00

{Jodi is thinking}
Hello, wow it has been so long. I have a bit of a "challenge(?)".
Eons ago when I was still in the land of Aol OZ, I had written a sidebar story. Well once again, looking for a post idea and just feeling the need to see a whole bunch of words fly on the screen(lol), I did another.
I challenge all my fellow writer's here and whomever pops on by!
Come on play! Write me a story, using your links as prompts. For an idea of what my nonsense is about take a pop over and see!

Oh and maybe some free traffic to your blog if you choose!
I hope all is well!!!!

Peace
Jod{i}

Once

2006-10-26T05:15:00.000-07:00

I’d a dream.
I kept it safe in my heart –
Until it grew,
Until it grew wings
And I’d a bigger dream
To fondle –

Oh, Once I dreamt a dream
Didn’t realize
I’d dreamt it already
Before it got over before it did

The love wasn’t mine –
The love wasn’t hers,
But it was love I know.

I’d then wish.
I’d never had the wish –
When I knew it’d be a wish
So really wished in vain
I’m insane –

Oh, Once I loved a girl
Didn’t realize
I’d wished it already
Before I took in that I was stupid

Somehow, I forgot the love
Somehow we both did,
But, it was love we know.

No time for tears........

2006-07-29T10:06:00.000-07:00

I walked the quiet, neutral corridor

and I responded to smiles with a smile

I entered without a care in the world

I left with the weight of the world on my shoulders

Mammogram.....as rude as the tech

after she heard the results

her eyes never met mine again

I knew by the fast appearance

of sympathy that replaced her I hate my job face

Ultra sound.... as gentle as the tech

she saw passed the patient and remembered the person

she slipped quietly from the room

returning with the Radiologist

With his brown eyes looking into my baby blues

he used words like non-suspicious,borderline and suspicious

he added "way beyond" to my "suspicious"

I now not only have two breasts

I have two tumors

two tumors that were not there

just a few months ago...

now they are taking up residence

without a lease....squatters I will call them

Now suddenly there wasn't enough

space in that ultra sound room

Cancer had joined us and had sucked

up all the oxygen for a moment

I wanted Jim more than the oxygen anyway.....

I have cycled through all the emotions already

I see-saw between numb and really pissed off

It's a good thing I'm a warrior

and I can draw from my own strength

I will not walk quietly, I will carry a big stick.

I will not go quietly.

A Poem

2006-07-28T11:55:00.000-07:00

The need to express ourselves
draws some of us to poetry.

It suppresses consciousness
replaces it with simile.

Art explodes
in watercolor and oil.

Cameras divine
the poetry of nature.

Journallers delight
in tales of family life.

Children smile
cats and dogs cavort.

Suspenseful tales
and those of passion

Share their words
with readers gasping.

"Life dwells on the tip of a teardrop" by TJ

2006-06-29T14:10:00.000-07:00

"Life dwells on the tip of a teardrop" a Jod [i] challenge

I hold close my words
under a magnify glass
spoken with love
wrapped in
a silver lining
I thought you seen that.

I promised you tomorrows
up over the berm
I offered my hand
to hold while you learn.

A Youth of broken promises
love from a empty glass
you knew the difference
their future
your past.

I believed in my heart
you could get well
but the road was to ruff
the hills to hard to climb
we needed time.

When you closed
your weary eyelids
a single teardrop fell
with your shallow breathe.
At that very moment
God wrapped his arms
around you
and lifted you to rest.

more .....

Your Sensual Flares

2006-06-26T15:06:00.000-07:00

Hands tremble with each touch
sort of like a halting kind of feel.
Nerves stand on end from the thought
could you, may you actually be real.

Mind wavers from sensual flares
you send up to the skies.
Then send winks down to me
awakening these tired eyes.

You have a way, your way
of whipping my senses to a pulp
leaving me but speechless
with nothing left but a gulp.

It is so unbelievable
I actually see my fantasy alive
not relegated to mere dreams
but show up in writes and thrive.

Your words feel like a stream
warm, comforting and tender.
Always caressing me fully
like nothing else might render.

So thrilled to share with you
as if the wonders are now eight.
I get so passionate in your midst
like an orgasm which fully satiates.

Hands tremble when I wish
only to feel your presence.
Just like a youngster might act
when hormones show in adolesence.

You fill my empty space
overwhelm my lonely spot.
Whatever it is you have
I want every bit you've got.

Del Cano 2006 June

Jodi's challenge of the teardrop

2006-06-26T09:37:00.000-07:00

Life dwells
on the tip of a teardrop
Slowly it slips
and falls
from the interior
of the human soul,
a tunnel,
a passageway,
a glimpse
into a tornado of feelings
whirling inside the heart
so beautiful
delicate
fragile
and clear
uncapturable in its true form
the essence of all complete feelings.
For a moment
it dangles
it hovers
over the edge,
then
ever so slowly,
slides away into a destiny
of nothing.
by derek/

May I be

2006-06-09T06:40:00.000-07:00

So bold.
As I have found words invading my thoughts, with no where to go.
If i were to give you these words, my friends, may I request you take care of them?

Life does not enable me to pursue and to put the finishing touch.
So here is a random thought...
One that I know you all could do some justice...

"Life dwells on the tip of a teardrop"

Have fun with it...jo

Revelations by me

2006-06-05T13:36:00.000-07:00

When you find yourself doing
What you said you would never do
Then you have lost your sight
And are searching to hard
Outside of you
For someone to complete
What really only you can do
Find the one inside
And be happy
With what is you

When you're hurting others
For your own protection
It opens in your wounds
That does't heal with words
Or sorrow filled expressions
For you can't take back
The damage you do
In a moments indiscretion
it stays in the memory
to continually abuse
It makes you realize you're someone
No one would want to be
Leading to shock and disbelief
Anger, frustration and self-pity
And you think, pretty righteous, I am me

And what direction you take
(after revelation)
Will determine the one you will be
Make the effort to change - or
Disappear into self
And be a bane to society.

by derek

Forever Love....By Kimberleigh

2006-06-03T08:24:00.000-07:00

Are you the tear

that is silently falling

down my face?

Or are you the one

that gently wipes it away?

Are you the one that holds

tightly to my heart?

Or are you the one

who breaks it unknowingly?

Are you the hand that

seeks to take mine?

Or are you the one

who lets it slip away?

Are you the soul mate

I've been searching for?

Or are you the one

only here for the moment?

Are you my forever love?

Or the one that

denies me?

time has answered

every question

you are

my forever love!

they would be waiting

2006-05-30T10:52:00.000-07:00

i would be going back there soon ah kadakkavoor
my gran is terribly fatigued of senility
not always hungry but fed on bananas
the rains are thinning the season should end soon too soon
now it is not a cold nightmare that i would go there
the black pepper vines the white dahlias would be waiting
the black clouds would be like quarelling cousins argueing
my necktop archives would be juggling sights and sounds
teethlessjawy smile of midget woman mud puddles
children rolling toycarts sounds of train in dark tunnel
stripes cross stitching people walking talking walking
the flirting dragonflies purring cats would be waiting
the heady smell of the coconut husk in kayals are
coming back and i am going back to where i should
the black peppers were plucked white dahlias had wilted
children tie dragonflies to threads and make them lift stones
children stone the psychic cat shredding the newspaper
i think life is nuts lives are always like handwritings
written shabbily and interpreted differently
even hard thinking lets you down finding how people change
gran is fed only on bananas by her daughters
so that she would not purge often so that she would die soon
i did not see father cry but i know he had cried
he really had when his mother lay there dead
i would be struggling how to speak with someone what look
to put on my face and what to do and what not to
amongst certain awful moments when you want to
but you just cannot cry your heart like in childhood days
sorrow in desperate desolation in reasonless vengeance
now into my heart storm is it the usual norm
i did not hate you because you did not tell lores
or you did not sing me to sleep you were old too old
you hardly spoke to me and memories of the sort
that are kept not for for forgetting hardly you evoke
but was it ever dastardly a norm i do not know
to love someone you rarely remember sitting with
ofcourse i was away to be familiar with
aging raging oblivion was cheeky i agree
and the season ended ah after one drizzly day
the mating toads marched back and dogs limped away

posted by akhil.

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For Smita, for pressing me on, for more.
You're the reason, this is.

P.S.: Initially conceived as a story.
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glossary:
kadakkavoor: a place in kerala.

Mondrian`s Plight by V

2006-05-26T03:01:00.000-07:00

Your Dream,
to be immortal?
Can you make
the sacrifice?

Living on the blood
of others,
often feared
never loved.

Banished by God,
no need of Satan.
Never to see the morn
or measure the sun`s chariot.

Nights spent flying
stealthy--preying.
A woman alone
at night--
shining to me.

I alight,
become a nightmare.

Count Vlad Tepes, Writing to Mondrian, in "Vampire: Book 2 -- 'Carrie' "

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2006-05-19T21:05:00.000-07:00

There are poems in here
but they won't come out.
I hear them whispering
taunting
tempting.

There were poems in your eyes
in your smile
I hear them singing
serenading me still.

"Oh tell my heart it is not so
your long farewell
your short hello
what did pass was quick, too quick, to go
Oh tell my heart this is not so..."

There's a poem there.

Here,
I offer you mine
These words on crumpled paper
calling themselves alive.

And if you laugh
I'll turn and say
it was only
a little poem.

Posted by Meg

Journey to Heaven

2006-05-19T18:54:00.000-07:00

Mountains clothed in gold's
soft yellows
reaching for blue skys
filled with wispy clouds
where the fresh air
the beauty of nature
brings feelings of renews
for health and inspiration.

Sences of enchantment
from careless or indifferent eyes
Intreating me with beauty to behold
stretching out before me.

Hearing some faint message sound
I look into every direction
of the changing hillside,
wrapped in what must be a dream.

This ecstasy seems profound
I linger here in praise
It holds so much of mystery,
like a watercolor of mine own
from my restless heart.

The hillsides clad with evergreen
ferns I've claimed as favorite
no echoes of a life
of hidden hopes
just the show of the soul
and its own desires.

Was it one split second ago
I was looking at Orion and the Milky Way
and all the starry hosts of space
wider realms that lie beyond
our spirit borders?

Then the the dawn of unimagined light–
I have no sense of parting
that brought my mind and body here
into my heavenly acrylic place.

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Writng and Poetry
Photo expression of #4
By TJ

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Late Harvest

2006-05-18T10:28:00.000-07:00

"Did she wake you up just to tell you that / It was only a change of plan... / Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup / with the promise of a man" {Neil Young / "Harvest"}

We had had discussions about moving back to the golden African bushveld or the great North-American country, settling down down in that positive adult way where you know you have at last arrived somewhere, but it is only the beginning of a new life - in short, all the parameters of the eternal settler dream and theme. The idea was as simple as they come - leave the dusty city for the prairies, start a vineyard and maybe a farm, while living off the land and affording, at last, to retire at an early age to write and write only.

Well, that was just a dream. Always up in the air, and that discussion extended over a whole decade - I kid you not. In the meantime, there was always something more important to do, like finding new girlfriends for my partner, and working on a new eternity project for me. From "In and out of Africa" it became "Just out of Africa", full stop. Besides, I never stopped doubting the feasibility of such a project and labelled it utopia, to be finally filed away in my mind to the heavy and dusty dossier of All the other projects that will never come to fruition". I do still not know what he did with his dream, but my guess it that he just ran away with it in a getaway car and another girl.

I still felt that the time was up and that I was finally ready to assume my true vocation and stop forever pretending that I was not really a creative person, that I was just slumming and hanging with that crowd to get a holiday from myself. But starting packing in by myself and get going who knows where? Maybe not. But it was still true that all my life I had been living in somebody else's skin, on other people's conditions, dictating me how to be and what was right, in more or less subtle ways. Besides, I was married to a very kind and cerebral man, but who could not be exactly be described as right or wrong, but certainly disenclined to make any major changes in his stable, working and reading-the-papers, sitting-by-the-fireside kind of life.

That leaves one. Me. The enfant terrible, terribly refusing to abdicate my right to make changes and turn everything upside down like you turn an autumn leaf on the ground, or a sheet of paper. Refusing to swear allegence to the crowd marking time on the same spot invariably occupied every dying day. I wanted, at last, to harvest some of the accumulated love on life's invisible account where all the lost and lovelorn deposit unwittingly every day of suffering. I wanted to turn that leaf on the ground and make it part of my life. I wanted, I want, to give at last.

And then I stopped wanting it so damn hard. Because the sky was rosy and gold, because of that smiling love in my childrens' eyes, because I did not feel any more like that fish out of pond, I just knew it was happening because I had changed, and the wind had too. I printed out the pages I had harvested so hard and in harsh conditions during the last decade, and it looked like a book. I could almost read the font type on the final proofread version. I could almost write the script for the rest of my life. But I won't. It is too interesting. Now I am sitting here at the house where I have my office looking on the orchard, almost feeling at home. But not exactly. I still have time to make a few paintings as a dowry to this life and write a few lines, or just play with the pen and paper. Because now my name is on the line. And the phone will ring soon. The road home has started, actually it started a long time ago, maybe even before I was born.

written and painted by Ann Marie @ poetic justice

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Running Free - By Tammy

2006-05-18T08:09:00.000-07:00

The mind becomes lazy,
not willing to take the lead.

The body can feel heavy,
burdens weighing you down.

The spirit can get tethered,
too comfortable in its ways.

My mind will take control,
leading with creativity.

Let my burdens wither,
lifting me to new heights.

I will set my spirit free,
running toward each new day.

Never looking back.

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New Photos for your Inspirations

2006-05-16T06:27:00.000-07:00

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Winged.........By Kimberleigh

2006-05-13T05:56:00.000-07:00

Although I am not like the others

for I do not have their fine colors

or their grace as they fly through life

I have only my own quiet beauty

I do not feel the need to flock together

for I am happy in my own company

surrounded with my own song

even if no one hears my voice

I have been given wings to fly

to take to the sky and soar high above

I do not need to follow in the paths

left long ago in the sands

I find respite between flights

to view the earth as it is

down were the ones without wings

Only dare to dream, dare to soar

kmh 2004

To my best poet friend :)

2006-05-09T10:46:00.000-07:00

Ok, remember when I said the V said hi to the sad loon? This is what happened next…

Once upon a time,
Lived a man named V.
Was tickled by rhymes,
About big green trees.

One nice sunny day,
A loon happened by,
To what do you say?
V thought to say hi.

The loon said boo-hoo.
What is the matter?
I've got the blue flu
Couldn't get sadder.

Why aren't you in bed?
Poor sick little loon,
And, out here instead,
With V. the buffoon

Hehehe, but it rhymes V!

Cuz my head does hurt,
My stomach does too,
I surely won't flirt,
Cuz I think it's true,

An apple a day
From the tree up there,
Keeps Doc V a way,
If truly you care.

So up climbed doc V.
Quickly he did move,
To the top of tree
He got in his groove.

But when he got down,
Loon stole Doc V's bed,
V found on the ground,
None up to be fed!

Casie :)

Sensation Sea

2006-05-08T05:39:00.000-07:00

A whimsical affair
hidden away
from all people
unquestioned validity
of supernatural sex.
I cling to thee
in a dreamless ocean of sensations.
Touching myself
various approaches
for misconception
of self pleasure
with qualities beyond satisfaction.

By TJ

By a thread

2006-05-05T10:22:00.000-07:00

Hello my fellow WWWC'ers! Poetic Justice has a contest going on..how come I'm the only one on board???

A little competition is a healthy thing!

We've got until midnight tonight!!! Come join me :-)

By a thread...

Upside down and dreaming
I, the Hanged Man have found:
There is a space
between seeing and vision -
There are moments of no measurement:
Seconds or lifetimes pass;
I'll suffer it not.
I'll reach heaven by way of hell.
I'll force fear into faith
In a spacebetween feeling and touch
where I'll learn all pain
is a resistance
to Truth.

I will be a circle.

I will ask to become whole.

Cloaked in chrysalis:
I'll watch
I'll wait
I'll wonder.

And warily, wearily,
the wind whispers:
In order to defy the laws of gravity
You must learn to follow them first.

Posted by Meg

Reflections Of The Ordinary........By Kimberleigh

2006-05-05T08:31:00.000-07:00

Reflections of the ordinary

Do others see what I see?

I see no exceptional face

I see ordinary blue eyes

found in many faces.

I see a small off centered nose

no more beautiful or more grotesque

than found in everyday faces

of other everyday people.

I see a "nothing to talk about"....mouth

lips thinning with the passing of time,

I do see a proud and stubborn chin

but no more stubborn then the next.

I once believed the freckles

found spattered here and there

to be kisses from the Angels

but that doesn't mean faces without freckles

have not been Angel kissed.

Some things found to be beautiful

are just ordinary in another ones eyes,

true beauty is not found on one's face

it is found in ones...... heart

KMH 2005

A note to All

2006-05-05T05:09:00.000-07:00

As you can see I have tried a little remolding.
Do not fear...I have called in the big gun for her touches...
Jodi..please do your magic.

TJ

I am the image of Indulgence Audio by TJ for #9

2006-05-03T07:36:00.000-07:00

I am the image of Indulgence
Recited and written by TJ
with echoed sound effects

audio , Poem,photo Creative Writing... ,
#9 The photo green, twisted and distorted image as she sits....
Reminded me of a fantasy Counselor I would seek if there was a place to receive counsel for the feelings of indulgence. She speaks to me...

I am the image of Indulgence
You have come to me before.
I heard your mumbled intentions
Stumbling
Falling
knocking at my door.

Again I must remind you
All five senses are a gift.
I've ask for your intentions
Foggy
Soggy
And Only what If's.

Dont make yourself False promise
Adding this to existing sins.
Chocolate
Fast foods
Ahh yes let's not forget the Gin.

Now pull yourself together
Try harder before you begin
I can see it in your eyes
Excuses
Mortal Lies
You will fumble and stand before Indulgence once again.
~:~:~:~

tagged: Poem,photo,audio,
Creative Writing...

Lie to me tonight

2006-05-03T07:07:00.000-07:00

Lie to me tonight
Whisper you love me
Hold me close
Make me believe
Lay with me here
In the moonlight
Ignite once more
The fire that now smolders
Unbridle the passion
Ride with me
The winds of desire
For in the light of day
The truth will still remain
But lie to me tonight

Red

The Temptress

2006-05-02T22:17:00.000-07:00

Oh, but it is tempting, my innocent love.
I can't tell you how things are changed.
You cannot know,
in your sweet purity,
that what I offer to you is merely
why you summoned me:
We cannot be alone.
The gulf that divides us now
is as vast as when
I was dissembled chaos.
Your choice decides the distance between us.
I longed to draw closer to the Great One,
to know, to understand, to eliminate
that distance I only felt was there.
It can not be spanned,
and I am here,
warm and in your arms.

by Cynthia

Female Manipulation

2006-04-30T10:25:00.000-07:00

A reservoir of aberrations
the territory of invasive manipulation,
discomforts,
and difficulties that are transient in nature.
A time of loss, a partial death
female castration
from a female perspective.
Left is the loss of libido,
palpitations,
weight gain,
headaches,
night sweats,
vaginal dryness,
hot flushes,
depression,
fear of aging,
no longer feeling loved
respected
and irritability.
Lost is physical identity,
not the brain
it is not a Sex... organ.
He pushes
take a the magic Drugs...
to fulfill the promise of a cure
against warding off effects
because "the doctor knows best".
Vooddo
sensed,
expressed by the body,
more impact on body awareness,
bodily experiences and bodily expressions.
Ever changing body....sooner or later.

{{{ Did I mention Mood Swings???? }}}

TJ
Expression for photo #12

Write Word Writing Club; Writing and poetry...

Tagged: Drugs... Sex...

Forgiveness- By Tammy

2006-04-29T15:59:00.000-07:00

I no longer fear you.
You have no more
power here.

Your tongue can not
strike me down with
venomous words.

Your reign of terror
has slowly faded
from my mind.

I am no longer your
daughter, desperately
trying to please you.

I am a warrior who
longs to touch you.
You taught me well.

In death you are free
but in life you have
been forgiven.

Dream between sleep and awake

2006-04-29T11:03:00.000-07:00

It was like between sleep and awake.
I met him in a dream somewhere in the middle of my journey.
He was the light of consciousness.
His body was soul, his pure wisdom apparent in his face.
He praised me for a while, then scolded.The sign of Scorpio was to teach me a lesson
It set a table for me.
Essence is not nourished with food and sleep.
Do no one any harm in this world
where what you sow comes back up very quickly!
You try to accomplish things to win, to reach goals.
This isnot the true siutation. Put the whole world in ambition's stomach,
it'll never be enough. I assume I got everythingI wanted.
I assume I still have it now. What's the point? The next moment you die.
Friend, you showed me the youth I've lived is moving fast.I'd slept a drunken bluegreen sleep with no sense what morning I would wake inside.
I look at this past reflection in sleep
It is not human, and is it not imaginary
Face in my dream reflecting who one moment combined with my world,
and the next, passes through the boundary to the unseen.
The soul cannot find you because you are the soul's wings,
how it moves. Eyes that cannot see you
only think of you. Only dream of you.
Was it illusion? Or just me dreaming again?

posted by derek

Fallen Faith

2006-04-28T16:17:00.000-07:00

Close that door of warping wood
Letting in the springtime air -
We don't, I say,
We don't enjoy that here.
That sunshine is for others.
Others.

Cloistered,
I cup my hands to catch the rays of your soul
But I can't hold.
My body's a sieve
though the holes no longer hurt.

Your once easy energy -
now a mem'ry
faded like a photograph
colorless as rain.

I'd let you die if
it would make me care;
awaken anger,
unearth agony.
Naught but soap opera sentiment
overflows my eyes.

If I could speak,
I'd turn to your rigid gray form
and whisper:
hold me. hold me. hold me.

Posted by Meg

The Orphanage #11 By TJ

2006-04-28T15:35:00.000-07:00

Secular and sacred,

empty remains

stands the halls for welcome.

Unleashed primal forces

heeds warning

thunder rolls

realization

comes in flashes of light.

Avoid involvement

whispers the winds,

years of silence and grayness

drifts upward like smoke.

The chill is the remains

of a small society

with all its secrets,

pretense and complexity.

The cracks

seen in the foundations

are the remains of bitterness.

Abandoned

is the crys and stolen promises

from behind locked

doors and windows.

Heed the chatter

of the approached bridge

and the river down the steep cliff

that drags itself over rocks.

The orphans recover

in a distant place

up rooted like strange flowers.

leaving behind these shadows.

By TJ

Writing and poetry...

Uninhibited....by Kimberleigh

2006-04-28T06:59:00.000-07:00

Unihibited I come to you,

the warmth of you smile

still lingers near my heart.

The way your eyes undress me,

long before your hands

that have been worn by time do.

I find pleasure in the feel

of your breath upon my face,

as you take me further and further

to the edge, with the dance of lovers.

Patiently you wait, before joining me

On the other side of bliss.

We lay quietly unlike before,

waiting for our breath to slow,

completely spent with the

abandonment of our love.

Still, my pulse quickens

with the thought of our next embrace!

WWWC `ku to #14 V

2006-04-28T03:29:00.000-07:00

An apple, my love?

Diego said to Frieda

I`ll steal your heart.