Some little things, I like to write

[WillowMaclay]

Okay, I'm nervous. ::wipes palms on shirt:: I just kind of need a place where I can put some of the stuff that I write, just to be them out somewhere and hey! What better place then ths lovely establishmet at the Kitten Boards!! Please forgive any misspellings. Well here goes nothing and a leap....



Good Thoughts



An ever tempting wind, on a whime.

I picture myself wakeing up next to you and I smile as you ask me to get up first.

Such display is not unusual.

It would be such a thing to be able to feel the warmth that I hear so much about.



And what is this, difficulty?

Its never as hard if you ignore what you can't have.

And do you want the same thing?

Catastrophy or anything else could not shake me enough

to stop wanting all of this.

It's what I've been asking for.



The shame of it all comes cascading down from so far up I could break my neck if I ever tried to see it comeing in.

It's worse then not haveing any thoughts at all when the ones that you have are beating you constantly.

Then they come back around telling you just what you want to hear.

Saying, I could wake up with you in my arms, kiss your neck and then ask you to please get up quick before I beg you to stay.



And what is this, hard for me?

It's never this bad unless I count how far away you are.

And are you happy in similar thoughts?

Like, blankets drapped around us with nothing but that glowing sense of you.



Suddenly the thought dissapats,

And I am left to crawl back into bed, as cold as the sheets me feel on me.

It's nothing new, but then again it is becuase at least I know that you would rather be here.

Then comes my head, sticking me hard with my own fears.

You can try and break them down if you want but they'll always be standing walls as long as your not here.



And then it all comes back around the same way.

My thoughts trace the paths they had just begun and your crawling into the empty space next to me.

I hope you don't mind.



-----by Lisa-----

[Artemis85]

hey babe



I totaly loved the poem, i felt every emotion u poured into it,because i feel the same way and as for those walls...i will ,in time break them down. I cant wait till that day i hold u in my arms comes. well im not so good with words right now so ill leave it at this. good night good morning or good afternoon



Your Gril Always

~Lex < for you

[SJ]

I liked your writing,thanks for sharing

[kiwi6969]

Great work lisa....I totaly enjoyed reading....is there going to be more?....



kiwi/teresa

we are all lips in life sucking on one big nipple ~ kiwi6969

"shes out ther,our souls have meet,our hearts have meet,just not ourselves"

[WillowMaclay]

Okay so I reread what I wrote before, and I don't like it. Does anyone else have that problem, where you write something, you think you like it, and then a week later you end up trashing it?? Yeah..I have that problem. But I'm going to try it again anyways. By the way, thanks for the nice replies guys, even if you were just being nice lol. Here goes nothing and a leap...



What are you going to do with your life?



Run kid

Chase yourself around

Race yourself and rush

Leave nothing clean to sort out

Dive yourself straight into shit

Devour it

Spit it out

Until your to scared to think about the innocence it might have been

That might have just been lost

Dive deep down

Chase yourself around kid

Your tail keeps spinning

And you keep going no where

[SJ]

I like your writing

[WillowMaclay]

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO IS REPLYING!!



Ok heres something that's more of a babblefest if anything. Mainly about the little frustrations and stupid shit that go on.This might get a little angry. If I offend anyone, you can yell at me here. Here goes nothing and a leap...





Hmmm....



Is this on the list of being temporary?

Do I get a special line or is it just waking up to nothing again?

Damn. Can you smell the sarcasm?

Don't exit anywhere, it might be illegal

We don't know how to ask for what we want

So we throw large objects at them,

Signifying just whats needed, which is almost always coffee



Nothing new I just cry to myself now,

Bells toll for memberance, but who has a memory now a'days?

They are so over rated.

Your small talk has raced everything.

Really, coverage beyond compare,

Another guilty plea from another empty thought,

to another absent minded say so.



So it matters how much?

and how much sense does this make?

Did you steal that or have a brush with death?

Because only one other thing could make that story interesting,

I must be funny or stupid,

because you laugh at everything I say,

I must be pretty or retarded

because your being nice to me,

Priority seating please.

I'm sorry you need to make more money to be able to live.

We don't like you other wise



And if you stuff yourself with theres ideals you still will die,

But you'll die with pa'zaz.



Yes we serve you!

At high prices, low quality, only on Fridays, for five minutes to every hour, but I'm on my break now so that must suck for you.



Says one fucking empty thought,

drawning the other lamer redundant one.



Can I scream this any louder?

With way larger neon signs?

I think I'd need something bigger and shinier.



Pull this when you see an emergancy with worth or value,

And What would that be?

Do you wonder why we have lifevests on planes?

Because people are always found swimming delicatley away from delapidated planes,

That was sarcasm says the knower to himself.



How hard would you look?

How much does that move you to care?

Not much, but these thoughts are temparary anyway.

[Artemis85]

hey 's for you... and 's



I liked it baby, had a diff vibe to it , reminds me of one i wrote one time. More poetry would be a really cool thing, i cant wait to see whats next in store. you just have to write more.



~Lex

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"There could be outfits" -Buffy (family)

[SJ]

That was great

[WillowMaclay]

Artemis085- Hey babe, thank you for replying!!!! I'm thinking maybe you should post your stuff!!



SJ- Thank you lol. Your great for replying.



Okay well, I hope people get this...I doubt it because I know how confuseing I can be. If you want to know what it's about, ask! Maybe i'll be like a game where you can guess and see if your right and if you are you win a prize!!!....I really am lame...anyways.....you know what I mean. If ever you see something you want to ask about, a specific line or what not, just ask. Here goes nothing and a leap....



Figureing It Out



I don't know why your head spins,

I guess it's natural to feel so light headed,

And I don't know why somethings fade,

while others pass you by,

while your standing still,

But boy I do digress,

I really hope you like this dress,

Better then the others,

I know you caught the stars so few,

Butt I like boys that don't look like you,

I can't guess why,



So I put the bulls head down for now,

Lay back trying to think how,

I think of things like this,

And It'll all be over soon,

I kind of like the afternoon,

when everything feels so new,



I don't know why the sun gets caught in your eyes,

when you least expect it,

I guess it's natural,

I don't know why this tide is coming in,

Why this wind keeps blowing me out,

And out of my skin,



But Don't think too deep,

Play with the shades of the reef,

to keep preoccupied,

I don't like you much,

Rouch boys with a rough touch,

Please just go away,



So I lay the bulls head down for now,

Laying my head way back down,

To think about all of this,

I won't follow you out,

just think maybe this could be,

Could this be me?

Laying this bull head down for now,

I can see it crumble falling down,

The pieces say,

This is who I am,

This is me

[SJ]

Yeah I know my replies can be a little on the short side

Interesting poem

[bluewillowwitch]

Sis,

Don't know how I missed these. They are amazingly good. *HUGS* Keep them coming.







Grace

[onyxsundrops]

Great poems, especially the last one. I'm still a litte lost, trying to figure out some of it (but that's nothing new) anyway, it was very interesting and good.



Yvonne

[WillowMaclay]

Thanks for the replies!! Here's something very short. Kind of odd, but then I guess I'm an odd person.



So I Went to Mattress Giant .....



So I went to Mattress Giant today,

I was looking for a big mattress for a big bed,

And I was really looking forward to this large empty space being filled up in my room,

But then I realised,

I have no one to fill this big bed with......

So I said fuck the mattress,

And bought a couch

[SJ]

That was good writing

[TemperedCynic]

Hey, Lisa

You have a lot of humor for your age. I think that is wonderful.

And getting a couch rather that a big bed? Very practical.



These are very good. Please continue.

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More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. Woody Allen (1935 - )

[Artemis85]

hehehe yey more poems... Muah ! one day ... we will buy that bed baby.. till then make sure theres some room for me on the couch too for my visits...More poems please please please...



~Lex

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"MmMmMm...Minty fresh" -Lisa

[bluewillowwitch]

Lil Sis (a.k.a. Lisa),

Love the poems! You should write more, actually you write alot you should post more! Love ya sis. Great work.





Big Sis (a.k.a. Grace)

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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos

[WillowMaclay]

Thanks or the replies guys.



Where I am



I live not far off from the woods,

It smells cold and without the wind,

Only the pads of my feet resound on the trees,

I am not who I usually am,

I am more poised, graceful in looks,

But the change doesn't seem to matter much,

Only my curiosity,

For the honest leaves and the honest trees,

Sway not with the breeze,

But with the dark purpose of mythical dreams,

that I have this day,

Someone called me here,

Something,

I will follow this complete silence into what waits,

Into the woods

[SJ]

Great poem,kinda mysterious,nice imagery

[WillowMaclay]

Okay, I'm into films ALOT. To me when something makes you cry, or just so happy your goign to burst...it's definatly a GOOD THING. Movies do that to me. I don't know about you. Anyways, watching the amazing Nick Cage in Matchstick Men inspired me to write this. So...



NEED IS LOVE & LOVE IS NEED



I want to look out my backyard,

And see a little girl,

smileing my way,

With curls or pigtails and bright eyes,

She didn't get from me,



And she's giving it all she's got in the sun,

As the season moves, I can wish that was me,



Everything I know, Everything I knew,

Is now coming down to this,

Everything I know, Everything I know,

Is wanting this yard and wanting this kid,

I don't want to be selfish anymore,

I don't want anything perfect,

I just want that home,



And as she grows,

I want to grow with her,

I want to run out at 4 in the morning,

To buy her Ben & Jerry's cause,

Some little fuck broke up with her,



And I want to make her smile,

When no one else can,

And watch her sleep,

It's so simple,

But it's all that I am,



Everything I want, Everything I've wanted,

Is coming down to this,

Everything I need, Everything I needed,

Is in this life and in this kid,

I don't want to be selfish anymore,

I don't want anything perfect,

I just want this home,



I want to wilt knowing I have loved,

I have love conquering the world,

Not just loved and took,

But love and gave,

And got back from a little girl

[SJ]

That was great

[WillowMaclay]

Thank you SJ for replying and enjoying and all that crap. Keep doing it lol. Heres some old ones that i found.



Cover



Prickling shadows,

They are begging you, coursing you into dragging dirt back into this home we built.

Cleaning the green and never changing friends,

Where all your tendencies are bathing in the day,

I haven't handed you anything, I havent even gotten out of what I started, You have to bring back your epilepsy

There’s no other softness,

nothing else I'd fall for,

No knives and no wars,

Just waking to find open air,

Backing dogs that are snapping at you, leaving you on your knees,

To fight, all alone, in the dark,

Well heres some light

Everything beastly in me is running to kill you,

I have the right to do just that,

And my pitty disgusts me, Screaming at me to suck it up and spit it out

And what else is eating at me?

Attention it's what you need,

And you've been hammering bullets into my head,

Shading everything thing I've been fighting for,

Everything that I know I wanted,

Everything that helps me push you away.

And here they come

Those shawdows eating at you,

Eating at our home, eating at the losses, eating at what I've saved,

Eating at my reserve,

Fucking and taking everything it can, While we are ducking and covering,

It's what I've been avoiding, It's what I've come to terms with,

Pointing and scowling at whatever creatures left of me,

Running and ducking, that's me

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It's not that good I know.

[SJ]

Okay you keep posting them

I thought that poem was good

[Chameleon girl]

Quote:

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It's not that good I know.

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Are you crazy?!

I've just found your little corner of poems and I am absolutely stunned with the passion and honesty with which you write. I understand the craziness of it, 'cause I write like that, and thats just how life is.

Anyway, keep putting it out there

"Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic."

[WillowMaclay]

I have lots of stuff to share so maybe that will help you forgive me for being absent. I hope you enjoy it. Oh yes and thank you SJ and Chameleon girl and everyone else. I appreciate your comments. These don't have any titles so I'm just going to jump right in them:



I pray for something beautiful,

Another world away from awkward poses, Busting and swaying,

Mothers wiping sniffling noses,

I pray for that which may come in the night,

Like your eyes,

Darkest of darkness,

A mystery to the light,

While there is sand in the streets,

And dirty men stalking on dirty feet,

With two pillars of smoke bustling from their mouths and the asses of their cars,

The dim glow of orange blocking the,

Pale, frail stars,

And I think to myself,

If this road only goes one way,

How do we ever get to the other side,

And If we can still push,

Why do we give up this fight?

Maybe we’ve all fallen in love with the pressure of remembering,

So much that we are always caught in rendering,

And we never truly live,

We just memorize,

Because what are the thousands of years,

And thousands of lives,

If we don’t say it in a thousand words with a still frame,

It’s your name captured at the bottom,

And you are screaming “Look I was here! I really exsisted for a brief moment!”

The smiling faces scream,

I can only turn away and pray,

I pray for something beautiful,

Away with these awkward poses,

And runny noses,

Let me find the depths in your skin,

And let me hide in the darkest dark of your eyes,

Away,

I can only pray



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I get so restless when I want to pick a fight,

It could be anything really,

No don’t move out of fright,

And don’t move within,

Don’t get too close because I’m known to snap pretty quick,

I want to scream, “Don’t you get it?”

They cover your eyes and move you along,

As if you were passing up a murder scene,

They lay you down in beds of lies,

And cut your skirt passed your thighs,

And oh, why can’t I write love?

Maybe its trust,

Maybe its faith,

And maybe its something to deep or too far above,

For me to take,

Maybe I’m just spent with the values that every else gets to touch in my life,

I’ve been writing since I was five,

About blankets and pillows,

And now that I’m older I’ve moved on to asphalt and concrete,

There will be a balance to this argument,

To each tone,

To each his own





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I know I'm boring you already but here is something that is supposed to be a beginning to a short story...hopefully. I really hope someone enjoys this:





“What odd self quarrels unfold in your mind?” she says. “What beautiful shades of light beat down on the curiosity of your thoughts?” She stands to walk to the sparkling window, the shades drawn lightly to soften her mood.

“Does this light burn your curiosity?” she says with a look of confidence that scares the breath from my lungs. She steals my vision and poisons my surrounding hues. For her, so sure of my answer, I felt that I should not disappoint, and yet the thought of being predictable disturbs me in the night.

“ I am not your prey.” I tell her. “If I want you, I will decide.” And with that I slipped on my worn jeans and turned my back to her beautiful, treacherous shape.

She was smiling. I could feel her patronizing lips curl and I could hear her internal thoughts.

“ We shall see.”

What a thick whisper in my ear. What an irresistible pain of touch that becomes so meshed with pleasure that I can only call for help through the skin that she offers me. The salty residue on my lips, a symbol of such powerful harm to myself, reminds me to cry for the deeds I let her do. Next time I will answer more curtly. Next time I won’t feel like such the fool. I will just hold off until next time.



It was so dim the day she found me. I should have grabbed myself and all of my belongings and fled for some far off shelter for lovers like me. The unfortunate thing is that running from her is like running for cover in a plane that is crashing. There is no way out.

We skipped out of the rain under an awning, where she preceded to dip her fingers into my palm. I can remember living then in a bright and yet cold moment of our meeting. The taste of the sweat and rain dripping into the sides of my mouth grabs me the most because my sweat was a taste that brought my mind to her. Salty like the sea that breathes into us both.





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This is all by me, the Lisa. Thats all I got for now. I hope somebody reads it!



Heart,

Lisa

[SJ]

Great writing

[barnabasvamp]

I like the beginning of your short story, keep it going.



BV

It's the passion in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.