POETRY With Mia Isabella - Share Yours

[Kirsty Scott TG]

A love Song : Words of Devotion

Your family and friends and fudd have all gone really stale,
The ship I sailed into your harbour has turned and is setting sail,
The suburban hell we're living in is a right old f****ng farce,
Cutting grass and washing cars you can stuff right up your arse.

Home sweet home my fanny, It's become a no fun zone,
I hate going to work each morning, but it's better than coming home,
I see you in your leggings and I'd rather kiss the dog,
At least her teeth stay in her mouth when giving her a snog.

I love you still You're in my will
and that is where you'll stay
We'll always have that special bond
Until My dying day

It's safe to say that over time we've slowly grown apart,
You've become a virgin and I've become a tart,
The problem is you've gone off men, and I have started sucking cocks,
and I look so much better than you when I wear your frocks.

It's safe to say you've turned me gay, and I'm off muff for good,
Not that I could ever part your legs, It's like your lips are glued,
Your Fanny looks like ZZ Top, and smells like mouldy plaice,
When we first tried anal sex you farted in my face.

I love you still you're in my will
and that is where you'll stay
We'll always share that special bond
Until my dying day

You tuck your breasts into your socks & Your bras are parachutes,
I knew you died your armpit hairs but now I can see the roots,
The thing that changed it for me was when I got my specs,
It goes to show that marraige should come with safety checks,

When I'm eating pizza It reminds me of your face,
Covered in all sorts of Sh*t with a fat and lumpy base,
The corns and bunions on your feet add three inches to your height,
The nightmares I've been having start when you turn on the lights.

I love you still you're in my will
and that is where you'll stay
We'll always share that special bond
Until my dying day

Your face is like a work of art, by Pablo Picasso,
When you wash your face at night it's with a wire brush and brasso,
I could have stayed in love with you if I went deaf and blind,
I was drunk when I first kissed you and then I lost my mind.

You have the body of Big Daddy, and the face of Worzel Gummidge,
I found all sorts of vermin in your minge the last time I had a rummage,
With what you've got living in your muff you could open up a zoo,
Scientists and Botanists could have a field day just with you.

But I love you still your in my will
and that is where you'll stay
We'll always share that special bond
Until my dying day

So raise your glass and make a toast
& drink to you my wife
Cause it's time I downed this arsenic
and ended this bliddy life ......
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Kirsty
xxx xxx

[Alyssa87]

This one's kinda on the same page:

-The Floodgates-

Oh, the way they look
will always get me.
I'm such a young thing but I know the game.
Such empty glances,
with empty grins.
There are times I wonder if the molds don't change.

Pursed my lips always seem to be,
To keep the thoughts behind my eyes.
Seems to me that there's no good could come
If the floodgates open and I let the waters rise.

Bite my tongue, bite my tongue, bite my tongue and wear a smile.

So it goes,
as I feign interest
Same old song and dance and way of life.
Hold garments, and Holy sit-coms
bring a sacrifice of "la-de-da" each night.

Spoon-fed culture almost makes me laugh
Telling me they know my mind.
Semms to me there's no good could ever come
If the floodgates open and I let the waters rise.

Bite my tongue, bite my tongue, bite my tongue and wear a smile.

i like the way you think.

...because clearly i see a connection.
i have something ELSE that came to mind as i read this piece.

This is a prose piece though. I tend not to like them as much.
But when i'm having a breakdown- feeling less clever, and more desperate,
its easier NOT to rhyme. Hope you like it too



The Disassociative Property
God help you when that feeling creeps back up into your consciousness.
That overwhelming sensation that paralyses all reason.
The seed wrapped in hellfire that hurls itself into the pit of your stomach.
That robs you of your solace and your saliva.
With your jaw clenched and muscles tightened,
All you want to do is disintegrate inside yourself.
And disassociate yourself- from yourself

… as you have successfully done from everyone you know.

The idea that you're alone is perpetuated.
Suddenly you realize that no other soul you know- knows yours.
That all this time you've kept what characterizes you in your own mind from everyone.
And although you'd like to kick yourself in the ass for it, you don't.
Because you quickly tell yourself that there is no way in hell that they would or could
comprehend the complexity that is your psyche.
So as you have done for years, you retreat.
Pacifying yourself with the delusion that this is somehow character-building.
And finding false confidence in your variance and indifference.
You're quietly begging for embrace and validation.
But the moment it's offered, you snap.
Spewing sarcasm and distain at the happiness in your face.

Wouldn't it be perfect if you could steal contentment?
If you could swap dispositions with someone too stupid to process all this
superfluous sentience?

But if you genuinely love yourself, as I know you do,
You quickly disqualify those cries for simplicity.
You know that if you didn't live in that racing mind of yours,
if your whole life wasn't a conversation saying what you cant utter out loud,
asking the only important questions, and being the sole answerer of them…
Well, you would in no way be you.
These moments just come with the territory.
Perhaps they're not-so-subtle nudges from the part of you that wants to
remain uninfluenced.
When the pressures of your outside world encroach too closely.
When you've stepped too far away from yourself- Towards the herded masses,
lining up to drink the kool-aid.

[yodajazz]

...
was that off the top of your head?
or was it written previously, and you just posted it like i did?

...

It was written long ago, but I just opened my folder and it was right there, just like a seed which has sprouted and is growing towards light.

[JustMeHere]

If you could swap dispositions with someone too stupid to process all this
superfluous sentience?

But if you genuinely love yourself, as I know you do,
You quickly disqualify those cries for simplicity.
You know that if you didn't live in that racing mind of yours,
if your whole life wasn't a conversation saying what you cant utter out loud,
asking the only important questions, and being the sole answerer of them…
Well, you would in no way be you.
These moments just come with the territory.
Perhaps they're not-so-subtle nudges from the part of you that wants to
remain uninfluenced.
When the pressures of your outside world encroach too closely.
When you've stepped too far away from yourself- Towards the herded masses,
lining up to drink the kool-aid.[/color]

Wow! I love this last part! This one's my favorite so far. Your brain is quite unique ... and I do see the connection as well. Let me see what others I can dig up that aren't too cheesy.

[JustMeHere]

-So I've Found- (I never really finished this one, but I'm starting to like it as a short one)

Taking crystals to scatter in the clouds.
Make the storm of one's own choosing to come down.
And when the rain pours we all struggle not to drown.

It's all around.
So I've found.

Left bare-handed to fight the hurricaines.
Of course it's futile, but we still try anyway.
May be the only way to kep from going sane.

In the rain.
We're going sane.

Deep inside,
There's a voice that calls in all our lives.
But only some will pick the hopeless fights.
I guess it takes a certain kind of mind.

[The Unit]

HUNGANGELS

Here there are no HungAngels of despair.
Arrayed in threads, they speak only of joy.
Performing for the sheer delight of being,
Poised between the act of sight and seeing,
So unigue, yet of this earth, they toy
Scholastically with being here nor there,
Party hosts, though none the worse for wear.
Come down from that hiding place, anguish fleeing,
On those they light who for another care,
Now filling with their ecstasy the air,
Dear hints of bliss no evil can destroy.

[a994]

All brilliant works, especially yours Alyssa87. Thought-provoking on an emotional level, and yet even more so in realms of human experience beyond emotion.

And Kristy Scott,

[transmaven]

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.


Wallace Stevens

[Alyssa87]

...
was that off the top of your head?
or was it written previously, and you just posted it like i did?

...

It was written long ago, but I just opened my folder and it was right there, just like a seed which has sprouted and is growing towards light.

JUST like it!

-So I've Found- (I never really finished this one, but I'm starting to like it as a short one)

Taking crystals to scatter in the clouds.
Make the storm of one's own choosing to come down.
And when the rain pours we all struggle not to drown.

It's all around.
So I've found.

Left bare-handed to fight the hurricaines.
Of course it's futile, but we still try anyway.
May be the only way to kep from going sane.

In the rain.
We're going sane.

Deep inside,
There's a voice that calls in all our lives.
But only some will pick the hopeless fights.
I guess it takes a certain kind of mind.

i wanna dig in your head on this one.
yahoo?

[LuciaMiel]

An so now im platinum
Prescious
Pleasingly petite
Pretty pretty princess
Skin says
Come closer cause she coaxes you casually
commands you
Causes casualties
Calamaties
Missionaries mercenaries
Malevolent an heavenly i pleasantly
Plead don’t leave with speed for speed
Cause I need to feel, bleed, and read my future in tea leaves
Sutures and knee highs
Thighs shy from fried food and guys’ eyes
Lies. Lickin languidly an lollygaggin
Lazily
Lacsidasically
Magical sprite, Rainbow Brite,
vixxen, nixie, trixie dryad, nyads and nymphs
Oh? Actin like maniacs in backlesses, back that ass up in those slacks
Crackers crackin slack jawed and slappin laughin an splashinwater on me
It’s pure an it’s sweet an this is death valley.