sometimes it's real quick
to get caught up in someone's
mood, but, if the mood
is good, thank god that
is something to get caught up
in as well...cha cha
by bs
another ceiling
in an unfamiliar room
who is this woman?
by vince
Sleep deprivation
is making it hard to type.
What clumsy fingers!
by snail
Starts at Halloween
Season of Holiday Sweets
It ends with Easter
Yes, it's addiction!
Best ones? Valentine hearts. Then
Mallowcreme pumpkins
by DaVoid of Point Reyes
on line love is kind
of risky, it can pan out well
but can also
well, flatline, be a
trap, an affair, a lie or
an unblemished truth
by Anonymous Poet
I'm not sure...some folks
drown themselves in drugs or self hate
till they find theyselves
by bs
I'm no spring chicken
just some flawed guy writing some
stuff to this website
by bs
Why would you pretend
to be such a horrible
thing if you are good?
by snail wonders if she has misjudged sf.
good morning, heathyr
i wish you a fun day with
ice cream and flowers
by ks of seattle
oh young man I know
you aren't talking to me this time
i wish you well now
by old ladies door and the sacrifice of her last wish
I must wonder now.
Will you answer my question?
What does SF mean?
by nombre
civilization
is an act. Love and survive,
live and die. Is all.
by nombre
this is my true self
the world hating misanthrope
was merely an act
by sf
why must you mock me?
your words draw spiritual blood
those wounds never heal
by sf of foppish dandy i am not
Have the romantics
all disappeared, or are we
merely in hiding?
by snail sees a few of them here.
nakedness..I want
to lay and kiss and touch..u
freely.. feeling love
by only for the ..what
windy blue freshed you
that is from her heart, a miss
hugged from kiss..yes miss
by as the sun shined up a chilled crispy leafy day..joy said she loves you and walked away xo
his once left a kiss...
I will forever wonder
what he looked like
by what s n a written word
the poetry gone
another one bites the dust
inspiration...done
by awwwww shit
overdosing is...
pounds of Halloween candy
is it addiction????
by wow I feel like shit..
moving orator
you filled their hearts up with hope
break the truth gently
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
everyone is gone
they have left me all alone
just to sit and wait
by heathyr of baltimore (hon)
Snap, gargle
Chocked on my elbow, man
This really hurts
by Warmup of portugal
I'm just wondering
if sf is short for
stephen frey
the guy who wrote
that drug memior thing
by bs
sarah palin
was just a bad dream
wake up now
by America
you're no gentleman
my romantic platitudes
shall conquer her heart
by sf of is it cowardly to feel and love this much?
Date with underwear
Just for my delectation
She will put them on
by Tisme of and take them off!!!
SF the Bully
Cyber coward that you are
Janis will see you!
by Anonymous Poet
lush the enlightened
pompous, pynchon wannabe
a bory, mcbore
by sf
nor write a novel,
nor synthesize elements,
nor isolate genes.
by Lush
you procreated.
didn't compose symphonies;
or decipher codes
by Lush
traveling again
jet aircraft carry my ass
across continents
by ap of al Jubail
comes the tea wallah
fresh lemon and brown sugar
his smile infects
by ap of 085b7
don't play hard to get
i marinate in darkness
pull me towards the light
by sf
they merge mostly but
communication through~Id
the repressed merges
by fundaMENTALS..
You? A romantic?
Reverse roles. I'm the cynic:
There are none left now.
by snail
in a filthy age
the loftiest expressions
will shine through the muck
by sf
hopeless romantics
the world is too cruel for us
but my love still burns
by sf
through the sunroof..yes
where many dreams have been shared
under the stars with friends
by crazy babies
perception is what?
the reality behind
what it is you see
by LOL
my tongue I have bathed
a fountain with desires
water's kiss stays fresh
by oo hooh ..swishy pooooh
he asks with full eyes..
"do i believe in soulmates?"
history babe...NO
by The Sacrificed Virgin
ah vinny, don't get
me too excited about
the old winter thing...
not ready!
by bs
on a screen we are
one fragment of a larger whole
good, bad, and different
by bs
waiting, i breathe out
to write on the windowpane
your name in the frost
by vince
shrugs...toungue in cheek me
thinks, the troma version
of haiku tox waits
by bs
i share your secret
for i see what you do here
you laugh as you write
by vince
I couldn't be with
you. Lacking humility,
you insult others.
by snail continues to reject sf.
rabble my tockas...
take thy high opinion and
express it, be yourself
but let me be myself
cause I'm gonna be
anyhow...wink wink
by bs
this site is a place
for high culture not rabble
know your place, swineherds
by sf of i need you snail, speak to me, my love
