i've got this sinking feeling
that i'm the titanic
on a cold sea
of icy women
i don't bother to check
the passenger list anymore because
every time i take this cruise
the casualties are high
and i am counted amongst the dead.

Love to me is like the death of a star:
Those worldly persons close to me
are torn from their sentimental places
(set by circumstance, crawling all
too slowly in gravity's weak ruts)
and consumed by my last bloated stand,
taking the essence burning in me
and infusing them in the heat of passion.

This is followed by dark coldness.

Melody me a marigold mood
on this danceless dandelion day.

1
There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road, beyond
the hairpin turn, or just before it, depending on which twin you are in
love with at the time. Do not choose sides yet. It is still to your advan-
tage to remain impartial. Both motorbikes are shiny red and both boys
have perfect teeth, dark hair, soft hands. The one in front will want to
take you apart, and slowly. His deft and stubby fingers searching every
shank and lock for weaknesses. You could love this boy with all your
heart. The other brother only wants to stitch you back together. The
sun shines down. It's a beautiful day. Consider the hairpin turn. Do not
choose sides yet.


2
There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road. Let's
call them Jeff. And because the first Jeff is in front we'll consider him
the older, and therefore responsible for lending money and the occa-
sional punch in the shoulder. World-wise, world-weary, and not his
mother's favorite, this Jeff will always win when it all comes down to
fisticuffs. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't always all come down to
fisticuffs. Jeff is thinking about his brother down the winding road be-
hind him. He is thinking that if only he could cut him open and peel him
back and crawl inside this second skin, then he could relive that last mile
again: reborn, wild-eyed, free.


3
There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road, beyond
the hairpin turn, or just before it, depending on which Jeff you are. It
could have been so beautiful—you scout out the road ahead and I will
watch your back, how it was and how it will be, memory and fantasy—
but each Jeff wants to be the other one. My name is Jeff and I'm tired
of looking at the back of your head. My name is Jeff and I'm tired of
seeing my hand me down clothes. Look, Jeff, I'm telling you, for the
last time, I mean it, etcetera. They are the same and they are not the
same. They are the same and they hate each other for it.

( Your name is Jeff... )

Love's Echo

My love sounds like
gentle chimes in the night
fragile glass being swept on the wind
a quiet echo throughout my life.

And then the band kicks in
and my body comes to life
like a symphony of needs
desires and dreams.

I'm running through the brass
and I'm flying with the strings
and nothing's getting in the way
because I'm strong enough to achieve.

Like a marathon
the sound goes on
clarinets egging me on
and cellos giving me hope.

But eventually
the crescendo declines
and I'll slow down
only to be left with that echoing sound

of my love.

It's so rare
To hear my favourite song
On the radio

Though I should have been
Home, a long time ago,
I stay
Seated on a stool at the high table,
In my favourite café
Watching over my midnight
Queendom
Still bursting with animation
And words meddle with the rhythm
Of the loud speakers,
There is life, here
And nobody's leaving just yet.

All walks of life united
A paper cup in hand,
The road to hell is paved
With disposable everything,
But it's worth the sentiment
Of belonging to this crazed life,
Where everyone hides
Dark eyes and shallow smiles,
Despite themselves, they are waiting
Together
For something real.

Whipped cream, baseball hats,
And laptop computers
Dance on tables and coffeetops
Homework just about completely forgotten.

Just wanted to promote the new Beatles stamping community, beatle_stamp here. If you want to find out which of the fab four you are, you should join! We've also got themes for albums, wives, and a look-a-like application. It should be a good time!



beatle_stamp!!!

( you're probably sick of me spamming you, have some John-Ringo! )

Bread crumbs & Sesame seeds

If we can never be together
I’ll be sad for a few days, but then I’ll be ok
If I could just watch you sleep and play with your hair
That would make me infinitely happy
All I want is to wrap my legs around yours
And feel my toes next to your toes
I want your head against my heart
I want your chest to rise and fall with the rhythm of my chest

( Read more... )

Saturday morning blues
Layin in the bed talkin' bout
"I love me some him!"
When I don't even know who him is?
Who is she? you ask..
She loved him, but he didn't love her.
In a spiraling love triangle,
she gave her heart to him,
but he gave his heart to another her.
And he broke she's heart.
But she was ok, or so she thought...
She just went on
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Or was it even love she was looking for?
Maybe she was just an attention whore...
Cuz nobody ever paid her that much before
But he was always on her mind, and she couldn't help it.
She loved her some him,
But they always went after things
That they couldn't have
And that's how they got fucked up!
He went away, and she...
Well she is learning.
Saturday morning blues
Laying in her bed talking about
"I love me some him"
But first I need to love me some she!

Hi everyone,
I'm looking for anything relating to someone's love for the sea, or the dream of becoming a sailor.
The shorter/simpler the better.
Thank you :)


I'll edit this post with one after, I promise!

i didnt read the fine print, she put a DNR clause on our love

i play yahtzee
the shake of the cup
the rattle of the dice
snake eyes
curse of my life
crossing out all my options
i guess it's best left to chance

what if has been entering my head
spinning and twirling and dancing
maybe it's trying not to be seen
or maybe it's telling me something
what if life was different?
but i'm not sure if i'm supposed to know

I'm looking for poems about loneliness or solitude. In return, I'll offer my favorite poem on the aforementioned topic.

"All You who Sleep Tonight"
Vikram Seth

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

I believe you did not have a happy life.
I believe you were cheated.
I believe your best friends were loneliness and misery,
I believe your busiest enemies were anger and depression.
I believe joy was a game you could never play without stumbling.
I believe comfort, though you craved it, was forever a stranger.
I believe music had to be melancholy or not at all.
I believe no trinket, no precious metal, shone so bright as
your bitterness.
I believe you lay down at last in your coffin none the wiser
and unassuaged.
Oh, cold and dreamless under the wild, amoral, reckless, peaceful
flowers of the hillsides.

Its beautiful,
It shines with love,
It rains with passion,

It makes my heart skip a beat,
It makes every bad and good memory fade away,
Leaving nothing but hollow empty spaces,
A new start.

Only a place I go to in my mind.
I wish it was real,
Maybe if I loose myself deep inside me,

It can be.