for the Ladies

[liqidtouch]

Poetry

in a manner of speaking - and PLEASE do submite your as well.....

my gothbabe

my pale and delicious gothbabe

dangles

from a wire

hypnotizing me

until I beg

to be poured

into the gutter.

then my words

my faint and hungry words

spiral before her

like a daydream

and gently kiss

her blackened lips

until her body

grows warm

and her dark eyes

stare beyond the stars.

my gothgirl

my hot and breathless gothgirl

draws her sword

and challenges midnight

shredding the cruel cartoon

leaving me

without weapon or pretense

at her doorstep

alone.

my lover

my warm and naked lover

wraps her arms

around my shivering flesh

around my words

and swallows

each

loud

trembling

syllable.

[liqidtouch]

BETWEEN EXITS

I regained consciousness

just as the rain became heavy.

I did not move.

I had dreamed that I was on fire

standing on the platform

while the train moaned

into the station.

the conductor offered me a drink

from a brown paper bag.

I declined.

awakened by thunder

I clawed at the tall crabgrass.

turnpike traffic

streamed in the distance

but could not see

the words formed on my lips

the name

I can no longer hear.

[liqidtouch]

G-I Jane in control

you are

pure plastic pain.

you are

punishing me

for every

G.I. Joe assault

imploring my daughters

to starve themselves

for a body like yours.

[liqidtouch]

BLACK MOON

I want a black moon

silent and without reflection.

I want to clench the stars

between my teeth

until they bleed.

I want a violent wind

to rip through palm branches

like newspaper.

I want every corner of the house

to rattle and moan.

I want to keep

my bloodshot eyes open

all night long

because

I never

want

to dream

again.

[liqidtouch]

pulling out of the driveway

one of them always lingers.

a pair of dark brown eyes

my eyes

gazes intently

motionless

while I smile

and wave

and slowly drive away.

the three hours home

are always dark.

music blaring

I can still hear

the echoed laughter

the contented sigh

the question never asked.

I am fighting sleep.

my back is aching.

I have been torn to shreds

in some nightmare

in which my children

are bored and tired

of the long drive

back and forth

and have better things to do

on a saturday night.

parallel parking

I am careful

of the car behind me.

I climb the steps

to my apartment

without turning on the lights.

and in my restless dreams

I somehow know

that I will never stop bleeding.

[liqidtouch]

chocolate orgasm

I saw you

and no sooner

wanted you.

I tasted you

and then had no choice

but to devour you

your sticky sweetness

streaming down my chin

while I churned

and surged

oblivious

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.

[liqidtouch]

communication of man and woman

the way I see it

this train will never arrive --

we'll all end up

frozen solid to the platform.

so in preparation

I strike

a series of fetching poses

each worthy of immortality.

the others ignore me.

they don't know it

but they are also modeling

and doing it quite well.

as the poet amongst us

I am pondering

the monument's inscription:

we meant well.

we waited.

we never wept.

you never came.

[esco]

you're a weirdo

[liqidtouch]

confessional

of my feelings for you

I protest

your schoolgirl charm

and Minnie Mouse eyebrows.

But I digress.

Evening staggers

along Boylston Street

dreaming of designer coffees.

my Visa card is maxed

and I have no cell phone.

I am struggling to understand

that Prudential is not an adjective

while the leaves are falling

before my eyes.

Tomorrow

in a sacred shrine of plexiglass

I will accept the fact

that your all-too-rare smile

is not for me.

[liqidtouch]

what we are made of...

she worships the sun.

I held her

in the palms of my hands

tanned and voluptuous

trickling from my fingertips.

she melted against

my shivering nakedness

until my every pore screamed for her.

I should have guessed

that she would never be mine

but it was too too tempting

the glorious blue sky

and her majestic wings of wax.

[liqidtouch]

MIRROR FORCE

objects in the mirror

are closer than they appear.

always check the blind spot

before changing lanes.

are these metaphors for life,

I ask myself?

I don't answer.

the look in your eyes

when you almost drowned.

I knew enough

not to reach for you

but to jump right in

clothes and all.

panic didn't set in

until 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 Albany

I wonder how

I'm going to survive the trip

without coffee.

I'd count volkswagens

but I'm one or two decades too late.

in the rear view mirror

I 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 later

I can finally admit

just how much I miss them.

[liqidtouch]

point-and-click nostalgia

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your letter remains unwritten

in a corner of the room

that never sees daylight.

as always

my memory is more forgiving

than the compression algorithms

and no amount of enhancement

could erase the smile

that wasn't there

but then again

I could never see the dark spaces

between the pixels.

[liqidtouch]

roses

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I had always thought them

overrated

after all

I gave you a dozen

after our big fight

and you barely looked at them

until they were withered and colorless

and then you thought I was so sweet

for giving you this bundle of dead plants.

It must be me

an uncultured white rose

so out of place

in a world of color and protocol.

every thorn

I've grasped with bloody hands

has reminded me

that my words

are only modulated noise.

I could never give you

the correct time of day

but I can always give you roses.

[georgeacasta2]

Yo liqid, your awesome!!!! Much props to you on your poetry skills.

[liqidtouch]

Originally posted by georgeacasta2

Yo liqid, your awesome!!!! Much props to you on your poetry skills.

true support where support is due

thanks bro

[liqidtouch]

rush hour

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I love you

when you run

to catch the train.

your perfume surges

and when you collapse

in disappointment

I swoon

except for

the scowl of contempt

that pulls

the next train forward

greeted

by your beautiful jaded eyes.

I sit

two rows

and half a world

behind you

waiting

for the next connection.

[liqidtouch]

september

before the leaves are gone

I want to taste

the silence

of a star-filled sky.

before this sunset becomes a memory

I want to feel

the tightening grip

of a hot summer night.

I want the clouds

to forget my name.

I want just one more sunrise.

someday

before I die

I want to redeem September.

[liqidtouch]

silk

please

encircle

my fingers

my neck

my waist

propeling me

into clouds

of perfume.

breathless

I dare not

remind you

that all

I ever wanted

was the moonlight

reflected

in your hair.

[liqidtouch]

sirens

\

in my comfortable chair

I sip a hand-crafted ale

and wonder

how the poor are getting along.

I take in tonight's entertainment:

the red neon rush

of fire engines

off to parts unknown.

to me it's just a movie.

for me

the window

is a barbed wire fence

beyond which happy marionettes

dance in perfect circles.

In this prison

I dream

of being nowhere else.

In this sactuary

I drink the rain

that washes away

your song.

[georgeacasta2]

Originally posted by esco

you're a weirdo

Reread it dude. Kids got mad skills.

[liqidtouch]

Originally posted by georgeacasta2

Reread it dude. Kids got mad skills.

Originally posted by esco

you're a weirdo

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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?...

[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

[liqidtouch]

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