liqidtouch Posted December 22 Report Share Posted December 22 Poetryin a manner of speaking - and PLEASE do submite your as well.....my gothbabemy pale and delicious gothbabedanglesfrom a wirehypnotizing meuntil I begto be poured into the gutter.then my wordsmy faint and hungry wordsspiral before herlike a daydreamand gently kissher blackened lipsuntil her bodygrows warmand her dark eyesstare beyond the stars.my gothgirlmy hot and breathless gothgirldraws her swordand challenges midnightshredding the cruel cartoonleaving mewithout weapon or pretenseat her doorstepalone.my lovermy warm and naked loverwraps her armsaround my shivering flesharound my wordsand swallows each loud tremblingsyllable. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 BETWEEN EXITSI regained consciousnessjust as the rain became heavy.I did not move.I had dreamed that I was on firestanding on the platformwhile the train moanedinto the station.the conductor offered me a drinkfrom a brown paper bag.I declined.awakened by thunderI clawed at the tall crabgrass.turnpike traffic streamed in the distancebut could not seethe words formed on my lipsthe nameI can no longer hear. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 G-I Jane in controlyou arepure plastic pain.you arepunishing mefor everyG.I. Joe assaultimploring my daughtersto starve themselvesfor a body like yours. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 BLACK MOONI want a black moonsilent and without reflection.I want to clench the starsbetween my teethuntil they bleed.I want a violent windto rip through palm brancheslike newspaper.I want every corner of the houseto rattle and moan.I want to keep my bloodshot eyes openall night longbecause I never wantto dreamagain. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 pulling out of the drivewayone of them always lingers.a pair of dark brown eyesmy eyesgazes intentlymotionlesswhile I smileand waveand slowly drive away.the three hours homeare always dark.music blaringI can still hear the echoed laughterthe contented sighthe question never asked.I am fighting sleep.my back is aching.I have been torn to shredsin some nightmarein which my childrenare bored and tiredof the long drive back and forthand have better things to doon a saturday night.parallel parkingI am carefulof the car behind me.I climb the stepsto my apartmentwithout turning on the lights.and in my restless dreamsI somehow know that I will never stop bleeding. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 chocolate orgasmI saw you and no sooner wanted you. I tasted you and then had no choicebut to devour youyour sticky sweetnessstreaming down my chinwhile I churnedand surgedoblivious to everything except my need my need to have you melt between my fingers my need to feel you dancing on the tip of my tongue. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 communication of man and womanthe way I see itthis train will never arrive --we'll all end upfrozen solid to the platform.so in preparationI strikea series of fetching poseseach worthy of immortality.the others ignore me.they don't know itbut they are also modelingand doing it quite well.as the poet amongst usI am ponderingthe monument's inscription:we meant well.we waited.we never wept.you never came. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
esco Posted December 22 Report Share Posted December 22 you're a weirdo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 confessionalof my feelings for youI protestyour schoolgirl charmand Minnie Mouse eyebrows.But I digress.Evening staggersalong Boylston Streetdreaming of designer coffees.my Visa card is maxedand I have no cell phone.I am struggling to understandthat Prudential is not an adjectivewhile the leaves are fallingbefore my eyes.Tomorrowin a sacred shrine of plexiglassI will accept the factthat your all-too-rare smileis not for me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 what we are made of...she worships the sun.I held herin the palms of my handstanned and voluptuoustrickling from my fingertips.she melted againstmy shivering nakednessuntil my every pore screamed for her.I should have guessedthat she would never be minebut it was too too temptingthe glorious blue skyand her majestic wings of wax. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 MIRROR FORCEobjects in the mirrorare closer than they appear.always check the blind spotbefore changing lanes.are these metaphors for life,I ask myself?I don't answer.the look in your eyeswhen you almost drowned.I knew enoughnot to reach for youbut to jump right inclothes and all.panic didn't set inuntil years later.this is why I shiver at night.another swimming pool, much more recently.five pairs of brown eyes smile at me.the water is shallow this time.I smile back.returning home from AlbanyI wonder howI'm going to survive the tripwithout coffee.I'd count volkswagensbut I'm one or two decades too late.in the rear view mirrorI watch two people kissing in the back seat.one of them is me.I tell them to keep the noise down.they ignore me and disappear.years laterI can finally admitjust how much I miss them. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 point-and-click nostalgia--------------------------------------------------------------------------------your letter remains unwrittenin a corner of the roomthat never sees daylight.as alwaysmy memory is more forgivingthan the compression algorithmsand no amount of enhancementcould erase the smilethat wasn't therebut then again I could never see the dark spacesbetween the pixels. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 roses--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I had always thought themoverratedafter allI gave you a dozenafter our big fightand you barely looked at themuntil they were withered and colorlessand then you thought I was so sweetfor giving you this bundle of dead plants.It must be mean uncultured white roseso out of placein a world of color and protocol.every thornI've grasped with bloody handshas reminded methat my wordsare only modulated noise.I could never give youthe correct time of daybut I can always give you roses. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
georgeacasta2 Posted December 22 Report Share Posted December 22 Yo liqid, your awesome!!!! Much props to you on your poetry skills. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 Originally posted by georgeacasta2 Yo liqid, your awesome!!!! Much props to you on your poetry skills. true support where support is duethanks bro Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 rush hour--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I love youwhen you run to catch the train.your perfume surgesand when you collapse in disappointmentI swoonexcept for the scowl of contemptthat pulls the next train forwardgreeted by your beautiful jaded eyes.I sit two rowsand half a world behind youwaiting for the next connection. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 septemberbefore the leaves are goneI want to tastethe silenceof a star-filled sky.before this sunset becomes a memoryI want to feelthe tightening gripof a hot summer night.I want the cloudsto forget my name.I want just one more sunrise.somedaybefore I dieI want to redeem September. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 silkpleaseencirclemy fingersmy neckmy waistpropeling meinto cloudsof perfume.breathlessI dare notremind youthat allI ever wantedwas the moonlightreflectedin your hair. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 sirens\in my comfortable chairI sip a hand-crafted aleand wonder how the poor are getting along.I take in tonight's entertainment:the red neon rushof fire enginesoff to parts unknown.to me it's just a movie.for me the window is a barbed wire fencebeyond which happy marionettesdance in perfect circles.In this prisonI dreamof being nowhere else.In this sactuaryI drink the rainthat washes awayyour song. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
georgeacasta2 Posted December 22 Report Share Posted December 22 Originally posted by esco you're a weirdo Reread it dude. Kids got mad skills. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 Originally posted by georgeacasta2 Reread it dude. Kids got mad skills. Originally posted by esco you're a weirdo --------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reread it dude. Kids got mad skills.there is often more to words than meets the eyes-there is often more to us then what we say-there is often more to thought than the words we lie-so shut up geek - learn your place- and leave me to play..GOT SKILZ?... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yaknow03 Posted December 22 Report Share Posted December 22 lol..this shits funny...but its good..from what i guess u werk for prudential n take the train there and got a thing for ur coworker? i like the line about shredding the cartoon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liqidtouch Posted December 22 Author Report Share Posted December 22 Originally posted by yaknow03 lol..this shits funny...but its good..from what i guess u werk for prudential n take the train there and got a thing for ur coworker? i like the line about shredding the cartoon i will plead the 5th at this point Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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