...I can't contain my thoughts. Everything is wild within.
I'm in perfect poetry mode, so think I'm gonna hit up a glass of wine and just go to town with my messy emotions. It's been awhile.
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I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
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I can't control my thoughts either.
I wonder if anyone can
I read somewhere that we do not produce our thoughts , our thoughts produce us. Interesting thought.
I try not to get attached to my thoughts just let them chug on by like frieght trains of box car words. Thanks for the song.
Old and In the Way
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I wonder if anyone can
I read somewhere that we do not produce our thoughts , our thoughts produce us. Interesting thought.
I try not to get attached to my thoughts just let them chug on by like frieght trains of box car words. Thanks for the song.
Old and In the Way
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Cause Jack was talking, it got me babbling
more than I should of gone on,
so I brought it here.
I think I've tasted it early on. But we'd have murdered one another. I've certainly lusted on others once or twice, I think twice.
I've been chased by more beaus I couldn't muster up a heart for. I'd attempted appropriate, maturer, respectable, responsible love which would be the ex...What a mighty disaster.
Anyway, I've not much to add on it, except that I'd written him that I had of him one time and said, "I'll not write it again."
That's what it is.
I do use it sparingly in pieces from time to time. I think of Lord Belvadear and Lady Beverly.
Mostly, it's so taboo and a trigger.
I think too much that it'll be but bait, and if I were to talk of mine, he'll make use of it to torment me endlessly over it. I'm a perfect cancer crab, I'll dodge and I'll not like rejected, refused or whatnot. To avoid-- I refuse to write it out anywhere. Maybe it's laced in my pieces. I'd ask the dame what she's done. She's a mouthy cheeky sort, but lacks much concern on my part or my care in such subjects.
If I write of it.
I let the dame write of it instead--
What is love? I'd ask the Magician. I'd ask readers.
I'd get drunk trying to flirt with myself on the emotions of it.
I could think I've cleverly got it, only to find it spat back menacingly. If I were to object, project, reject or encourage or admit~it could have nasty after effects.
Tis better not to say much on such a topic.
It's better left for poets to attempt wording just so.
It is not much a toy for me, I'd have it ruined.
I'm but nobody special to especially anyone in matters of the heart.
Sex as you'd said, or mind fucked, the two together would be the better.
My Madonna.
I do enjoy her quite a lot.
The mind enlightened, tormented and torched is great fun.
I'm a woman though and I've needs.
I'm testing endurance.
Might be why my dreams are so hauntingly about my body, every inch. I can bury the swells, but they'll make an appearance when my guard's down at the first signs of rem. They still push through regardless if I'll acknowledge them. They'll bitingly awaken me.
But, I do try hard not to encourage them.
My heart does break.
My mind tries to over throw it.
But the swells don't break, nor do they over throw
they just thump, thump, heat up uncontrollably
crave and explode.
Explode, I can understand that.
It's so carnal
a natural piece of me.
What does my fate hold dear. I don't have any answers
I don't even try to. I just like life
I like it's questions
mysteries.
And, I'd already said it to exactly who it was I'd meant to.
There's not much more that could be said, I guess. I'm not much into lovey dovey, feels strange.
I'll explore more into this later, prolly.
It's endless in my head. It's all in my head.
The rabbit says I wear it on my sleeve.
But, in reality I run from such affections more often than not.
It's been a very long time I've really been in arms I'd wanted.
In reality, my love is extremely guarded.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm truly just a cold hearted bitch, even though internally I don't feel as at all. I've a lot in there, a lot. I just don't find a match in reality for what I've got.
My palm reader told me very kindly, that it'll take awhile, but I would finally fall into someone's arms. She said I scare away with my independence. I might be a lost cause.
I'm o.k. with it.
more than I should of gone on,
so I brought it here.
I think I've tasted it early on. But we'd have murdered one another. I've certainly lusted on others once or twice, I think twice.
I've been chased by more beaus I couldn't muster up a heart for. I'd attempted appropriate, maturer, respectable, responsible love which would be the ex...What a mighty disaster.
Anyway, I've not much to add on it, except that I'd written him that I had of him one time and said, "I'll not write it again."
That's what it is.
I do use it sparingly in pieces from time to time. I think of Lord Belvadear and Lady Beverly.
Mostly, it's so taboo and a trigger.
I think too much that it'll be but bait, and if I were to talk of mine, he'll make use of it to torment me endlessly over it. I'm a perfect cancer crab, I'll dodge and I'll not like rejected, refused or whatnot. To avoid-- I refuse to write it out anywhere. Maybe it's laced in my pieces. I'd ask the dame what she's done. She's a mouthy cheeky sort, but lacks much concern on my part or my care in such subjects.
If I write of it.
I let the dame write of it instead--
What is love? I'd ask the Magician. I'd ask readers.
I'd get drunk trying to flirt with myself on the emotions of it.
I could think I've cleverly got it, only to find it spat back menacingly. If I were to object, project, reject or encourage or admit~it could have nasty after effects.
Tis better not to say much on such a topic.
It's better left for poets to attempt wording just so.
It is not much a toy for me, I'd have it ruined.
I'm but nobody special to especially anyone in matters of the heart.
Sex as you'd said, or mind fucked, the two together would be the better.
My Madonna.
I do enjoy her quite a lot.
The mind enlightened, tormented and torched is great fun.
I'm a woman though and I've needs.
I'm testing endurance.
Might be why my dreams are so hauntingly about my body, every inch. I can bury the swells, but they'll make an appearance when my guard's down at the first signs of rem. They still push through regardless if I'll acknowledge them. They'll bitingly awaken me.
But, I do try hard not to encourage them.
My heart does break.
My mind tries to over throw it.
But the swells don't break, nor do they over throw
they just thump, thump, heat up uncontrollably
crave and explode.
Explode, I can understand that.
It's so carnal
a natural piece of me.
What does my fate hold dear. I don't have any answers
I don't even try to. I just like life
I like it's questions
mysteries.
And, I'd already said it to exactly who it was I'd meant to.
There's not much more that could be said, I guess. I'm not much into lovey dovey, feels strange.
I'll explore more into this later, prolly.
It's endless in my head. It's all in my head.
The rabbit says I wear it on my sleeve.
But, in reality I run from such affections more often than not.
It's been a very long time I've really been in arms I'd wanted.
In reality, my love is extremely guarded.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm truly just a cold hearted bitch, even though internally I don't feel as at all. I've a lot in there, a lot. I just don't find a match in reality for what I've got.
My palm reader told me very kindly, that it'll take awhile, but I would finally fall into someone's arms. She said I scare away with my independence. I might be a lost cause.
I'm o.k. with it.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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LOL! Doreen. It's a true story to. She says independence and freedom ladies attract men, but men fear even approaching them because of it. It'd really cracked me up at the time.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Female
I, in ribbons knotted
to my breasts
aggressively went forward
between corset wrappings
tightly laced for squeeze
crossing over the wholeness
and pinched fully my ribs
kept aware on strings
and an outline of me.
I gave restricted in skin
of light tresses
and lightened eyes.
There's not breath...
when woven of female particulars
howling within deadly waters
to turn over belly-up
by hunger
a hunger to feed.
Again I'd go facing
cut shadowed slivers
on lit walls
I'd dared you to wake me.
I'll not go out of it
but you'd released me
with no restraint of limbs
and softness
dizzy in your lap
broken over your knees
with paled surface
beginning a blushed shade
two times brighter
in moonlight.
I'd buried you
a wet and solid being.
I, in ribbons knotted
to my breasts
aggressively went forward
between corset wrappings
tightly laced for squeeze
crossing over the wholeness
and pinched fully my ribs
kept aware on strings
and an outline of me.
I gave restricted in skin
of light tresses
and lightened eyes.
There's not breath...
when woven of female particulars
howling within deadly waters
to turn over belly-up
by hunger
a hunger to feed.
Again I'd go facing
cut shadowed slivers
on lit walls
I'd dared you to wake me.
I'll not go out of it
but you'd released me
with no restraint of limbs
and softness
dizzy in your lap
broken over your knees
with paled surface
beginning a blushed shade
two times brighter
in moonlight.
I'd buried you
a wet and solid being.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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awesome poem
it chilled me.
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it chilled me.
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Jack, she's beautiful. Much thanks for that tune.
Me too, Mingo. Wish it'd happened to me.
Thanks to both of you.
Me too, Mingo. Wish it'd happened to me.
Thanks to both of you.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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SadLuckDame
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Yes, he won my heart
what a thought I'm admitting
but we don't talk anymore
he'd got too busy
with no more time for me.
Makes it easy to write sad girl luck blues.
what a thought I'm admitting
but we don't talk anymore
he'd got too busy
with no more time for me.
Makes it easy to write sad girl luck blues.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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SadLuckDame
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I'll go stage right
forgot my lines and there's chance I'll get replaced.
Think I fear it, that I'm replaceable
damn, I think I know it too much
was replaced
by a winning doll
other dames could line up stage left
people want gigs
they'll steal your face right off your head
there's nothing much to it
too easy
too easy to wake up just another on the blues
just a dame
forgot my lines and there's chance I'll get replaced.
Think I fear it, that I'm replaceable
damn, I think I know it too much
was replaced
by a winning doll
other dames could line up stage left
people want gigs
they'll steal your face right off your head
there's nothing much to it
too easy
too easy to wake up just another on the blues
just a dame
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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SadLuckDame
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Merry Eve! Oh Merry Ever!
Let's paint my buds rouge
and hit the town already red.
Us two as rosy--
I'll razzle the men on secret whispers
and you'll dazzle the darlin's on charms
we'll be as eccentric this holiday
than we've attempted earlier.
Tonight we'll be celebration
drunk on egos
and our own-ness,
I'll tell you you're clever
and you can wrap me up
in fine chin scratchings.
"Merry holidays, dollface!"
And I'll finish up with,
"Oh, you're such an attraction, Sir."
Let's paint my buds rouge
and hit the town already red.
Us two as rosy--
I'll razzle the men on secret whispers
and you'll dazzle the darlin's on charms
we'll be as eccentric this holiday
than we've attempted earlier.
Tonight we'll be celebration
drunk on egos
and our own-ness,
I'll tell you you're clever
and you can wrap me up
in fine chin scratchings.
"Merry holidays, dollface!"
And I'll finish up with,
"Oh, you're such an attraction, Sir."
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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I don't think I can make it without the blues
without music.
silent lyrics running through my brain
"Shut up still trucking I am bored with your blues
Many a man has travelled this road
faced all the troubles took all the blows.
Now you trying to tell me the path I should choose" — the spinoza of baltimore.
I am comforted by the fact that the world can not go on without me. I want to hear women crying over my bones. I am nothing but Humble. Sometimes I wonder if I stll have a messiah complex
Shit man I been into the bitterweeds and kentucky bourbon today. First bourban in months I don't know how to act. First tea in weeks. Let me back out of here before I say to much.
Oh lordy sometimes I wonder if I am still a woman hater.
Pretty writing Dame
I am slow on the pick up
got my head in a book
it hurts like hell
thirty years of chin scratching
I could die of
"Oh that is what she meant when she said I need someone to "grease my fifth wheel"
without music.
silent lyrics running through my brain
"Shut up still trucking I am bored with your blues
Many a man has travelled this road
faced all the troubles took all the blows.
Now you trying to tell me the path I should choose" — the spinoza of baltimore.
I am comforted by the fact that the world can not go on without me. I want to hear women crying over my bones. I am nothing but Humble. Sometimes I wonder if I stll have a messiah complex
Shit man I been into the bitterweeds and kentucky bourbon today. First bourban in months I don't know how to act. First tea in weeks. Let me back out of here before I say to much.
Oh lordy sometimes I wonder if I am still a woman hater.
Pretty writing Dame
I am slow on the pick up
got my head in a book
it hurts like hell
thirty years of chin scratching
I could die of
"Oh that is what she meant when she said I need someone to "grease my fifth wheel"
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