May I please request
more erotic poetry?
That one turned me on.
by snail
I wish you could know
the joy of hearing music
as it sounds to me.
by snail
Hey, want some candy
little boy? My van is full
of sweetness for you.
by snail
it's gradual the
unfolding of human self
and drama, bittersweet
by bs
there is the freedom
of choice, some things cannot be owned
only experienced
by bs
I got her naked
I licked her intimately
She cried out a gasp
by Shame? Or Release? of She did not stop me
ash the paradox
i can be sugar and spice
but i am a boy
by ash
Which one does he fear,
being rejected by me,
or rejecting me?
by snail
He is leaving it
ambiguous on purpose,
and I can't tell why.
by snail
moneta romance
temple of Juno the place
creational sins
by oh those silly Romans
hue and cry from he
what???? said she.. then huff and huff
it went on like that
by dum dee dum
I need some soda
this gosh darn headache sucks ass
popaholic scream
by caffiene n sugar please
If love were a mere
commodity that could be
owned at will, I would.
by snail
Anger makes poor fuel.
Addiction is no escape.
All that counts is love.
by snail
Why worry so much
about following the rules?
Expression comes first.
by snail is doing somewhat better
so the addict fuels
things with anger for their lives
are wasted quite away
I am somewhat like
this, right now, and so don't care
as much what might be
by bs
how does one know the
addict won't just lash out and
harm you or himself?
by bs
in a sense of that
trial, the pain is too much but
it goes away, it's um
addiction, and the
reactions, predictable
but also tragic
by bs
the paradox of
faith is that you don't care of
small shit in this world
by bs
what does a lion
taste like, I mean i hear that
gator is fishy...
by bs
Gee, Snail, I hope you
Don't die-Just laugh a little, warm bath to relax
by Wound Fixer of Betterfield
ash is oh so sweet
her kus; expressive and neat
many years practice
by let us see ..
there are rules for hai
ku that appear to be large
ly unheeded here
by ash
a hungry lion
feed them the Christian's of faith
and what?? so they sing??
by and every who in whoville
a love for a hate
how about that practice..preach
it is kinda hard
by his thoughts are safe
voltaire wrote candide
about a man who broke the
rules of his time, and
in the tarot this
card is the fool, zero, left
portraits of mankind
by bs
the urge to express
emotions correctly, run
into social norms
in other words a collison of many worlds
by Anonymous Poet
sometimes the old show
robot chicken really does
the sign of these times
by bs
a child hasn't learned
the rules of behavior hence
they say, zen...no mind
by bs
we all have moments
where we play some role or deal
imperfectly, sez
by bs
what you see is what....
evidence, right before you
no need .. I'm laughing
by matter of factual conception oh my lovely perception..you do tickle me boy
to be honest I
get myself in a lot of
traps of my own way
by bs
you are a vile lousy
pathetic loser who can't
keep the syallabulls right
silly bulls...silly bullshit
silly silly silly, the whole thing
is just plain silly
by bs
what does it take for
gentler words to take root in
rocky salted soil...
indeed, what is the
salt good for but to be stomped
under foot as trash?
by bs
David Foster Wallace
took his own life yesterday
this bothered me...
by bs of cut out the bullshit
it's easy to go
back to the ways we knew yet
changes, strange changes...
by bs
the asshole artist
often lashes out, only
3 years down, a noose
by bs
in matters of will
the nature of precise to be
comes naturally
by nomonoose
excuse me sir, butt
a fray it would seem to me
.. not precise at all
by fusty bitch
it wont choke you now
every movement is precise
from fray to unlay
by nomonoose
"Thank you for the salt.
It feels warm in my fresh wounds,"
said the dying snail.
by snail
Escaping him was
worth the pain of loneliness.
Either way I'm doomed.
by snail
you seem not worthy
a festering loser-lord
pathetic vile wretch
by Wound Salter of Richfield
I haven't conversed
or had human connection
in weeks, perhaps months.
by snail
I've forgotten what
it feels like to be touched. Now
I'm losing my words.
by snail
I think on rainy
days, normal rain brings out
mass drinking of coffee
by Anonymous Poet
well here comes the moon
and here comes the night sky and
here comes them there stars
by bs
anticipation
oh ya, anticipation
waiting for the sun
by Darksky
second day of rain
sleeping until late morning
well, the grass is green
by Darksky
it's just like magic
even when it appears real
love is illusion
by ash
