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whistling sexy (july 2, 2008) [03 Jul 2008|09:22am]

mickeylimon

so whistling is sexy
dire ocean, dire sea
calmly careening
island by island
beach by beach
so whistling is sexy ...
when you do

so words unspoken are true
like the wind, like the sand
underneath our almost bound feet
struggling for thoughts
that the body give away
so easily, so enchantingly
words almost uttered
but then again they were never heard
yet so true, its so true

so the tree, so the rock
he climbed, he trudged
funny, clumsily, and uncanny
like me lying half naked
and you whistling sexy ...
at me
under the scorching march sun
friends, rocks and the boat men
all gone, all done
just you and i
left behind ...



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Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Please Induce Vomiting [27 Jul 2007|03:24pm]
libralexi89
[ mood | creative ]

All i have to remember you now
is the rechid vomit sprawled out unconcious across the floor
They took away everything they could find
and burned it in a black plastic bag
I was quarentined from your disease
in my little room without a doorknob
They called themselves the "cure"
Shaking and shuddering from the withdrawls
huddled against the wall, clawing at the window in darkness
Instead of weening myself off your taste, the thick sweet syrup
They stopped my addiction abruptly
or so the "cure" thought
You mailed me secretive small doses for a price
I can survive without a chunk or two or ten
of my heart, it is still beating and bleeding, although slowly.
But i can not live without you.
What a joke.
Your grams were weak and tainted
I grew sick of your sickness
Allow me to throw you out of my system.
Hello, disgusting.
How are you?
Who have you infected lately?

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

National Poetry Month. [02 Apr 2007|10:50pm]

macondo
Just to let everyone know that April is National Poetry Month and I'm celebrating this by posting a poem everyday for the next month. I plan to post some of the world's famous---and the not-so-famous---poems over the course of human history to help inspire us. Feel free to friend the community to keep updated!

Click here to see the first segment!

P.S. Original poetry can also be found there.
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

a summer affair (march 30, 2007) [03 Apr 2007|09:11am]

mickeylimon

 

walking playfully

out for coffee

teasing, laughing

trying to nonchalantly hold my hand

i hate coffee…

 

i’m getting married in two days, he said

we stopped

the world stopped (again)

i smiled forcibly

not uttering a single word

then finally,

we can go on opposite directions

and pretend this didn’t happen

i head myself say

at the back of mind i see myself walking away

 

momentary pause

gently calculating

right…what about…everything?

what about…last summer?

he chided in a guise of contempt

God why does he have to remind me

the seemingly endless summer affair

the dance, the song

the breezy Saturday night

all came back to me vividly…

 

    do you know this song?

    he asked as a way to distract me

    as he locks his arm on my hip

    and i said, i love this song

    all too anticipated for me

 

    he moved his cheeks closer to mine

    as he started to sing

    his voice dropping to a whisper

    the song all too familiar

    his voice all too ethereal for my ear

    then the world stopped…

 

    for a while

    the sand, the ocean

    the bonfire faded away

    everything was suddenly unimportant

    only this

    only this mattered…

 

 

now i’m stuck on one heel

blindsided, dumbfounded

caught unexpectedly

as i start to take a cigarette

buying time for a perfect comeback

his hand suddenly held my trembling arm

i looked up with a tear held back

and then we continued to walk…

 

to the world

we are walking playfully

out for coffee

teasing, laughing seemingly

he’s holding my hand quietly

God i hated coffee…

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

in peace (march 17, 2007) [29 Mar 2007|03:13pm]

mickeylimon

 

ah ... the familiar pain
when love is finally gone
stingy ...
unpleasant ...
this burning feeling inside
of extreme loss
of unbearable gravity
of everything gone in an instant

tasty ...
still palpable
in all your senses
with his hasty presence
this feeling still remains
as familiar as everyday

ah ... the familiar hope
floating freely in the air
from the last woes made
to everything falling in place again
will it ever last this time?
will everything be alright for good?

uncertain ...
a nauseating shadow of doubt
cast instantly
as fast as reality
this familiar feeling of being at ease
may it finally rest in peace

 

2 T�l�s - Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

new.. [23 Mar 2007|09:01pm]
___vanillaskies
this is my first post..if it's not allowed, i understand.

Can someone help me with this poem? Like an analysis of this poem?Because I'm not sure I'm on the right track...
thanks!

Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
                                                 Edna St.Vincent Millay
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Hello [20 Mar 2007|10:07pm]

royaldaughter
[ mood | lonely ]

Hello for I am here
a quiet droning tone
unnoticed
it's how I remain calm

On this isolated planet
of self-existence
I look at you
and long

I Love everyone but me
I see all your beauty
in all its splendor
I hate mirrors

Oh how welcome
would my world be
without mirrors
without reflections

Time to speak to me
If I don't...no one will
the sound of a human
is too far in the distance

How much longer?

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Once Upon Again [27 Feb 2007|06:39pm]

silly_sagi
[ mood | lazy ]

Dreams fade like flowers
As the frost settles
For this little boy
And this little girl
Are wilting like petals

And once upon again
They wish upon a star
For happy ever after
But wishes don't go far
To once upon again

Their world torn apart
They can't seem to cope
For this little boy
And this little girl
Have given up hope

And once upon again
They wish upon a star
For happy ever after
But wishes don't go far
To once upon again

Can't start it over
You can't heal the hurt
For this little boy
And this little girl
Have lost their self worth

And once upon again
They wish upon a star
For happy ever after
But wishes don't go far
To once upon again

Snow flakes are tumbling
Catching and clinging
For this little boy
And this little girl
Are no longer singing

And once upon again
They wish upon a star
For happy ever after
But wishes don't go far
To once upon again
Once upon again
Once upon again

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

the coming of age (february 20, 2007) [21 Feb 2007|07:59am]

mickeylimon

 

exercising
the will to be forcible
for you to see me against tides
of unwanted imagery
against unexplained comedy
of you here lying motionless
touching the skin at my back

calculating
the risks already undertaken
from the moment you smelled my hair
till your arms playfully linger on my bare hip
then in unison
looking thru the frosty window
listening to the rain pouring madly at the roof
whispering carelessly to remember
long forgotten memories taken in innocence together

leaving
the bliss left under the sheets
with you holding me closely
against your bare chest
overpowering me with your able shoulders
trapped endlessly
wanting blissfully
to be here forever
without turning back
to our lives lived in secrecy

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

for everything (January 21, 2002) [16 Feb 2007|01:16pm]

mickeylimon

 

oh thank you so much
for being so uninspiring
for bridging life and ending
so close to my threshold
like your heart is my falling scaffold

oh thank you so much
for being so uninviting
like you never did anything
but an endless time of luring…
to bait me
so slowly
to need you
when im not supposed to

oh thank you so much
for love and its wonders
for life and its marvels
to long for you
when im not meant to
and to be meant for you
when im not supposed to

thank you so much
for love above anything
for time in the end of endings
for life in the moment of everything
for everything, for everything, for everything…

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

i know a place (october 14, 2001) [15 Feb 2007|12:37pm]

mickeylimon

 

i know a place
where the sun is a mess
and the skies are delightfully gray
and sirens paint the day
i know this place
where the world is fine
where the seas are impossibly blue
where ive always belonged to you…

but you don’t, but you don’t

i know a scene
from a long forgotten dream
when you smiled so enchantingly
and i laughed non-cynically
i know this scene
long before ive stopped to dream
long before ive stopped to believe
that youll never ever leave…

and you did, and you did

i know that place long before today
when your memory starts to fade
and the tears started to dissipate
for i have entirely forgotten you…

but i don’t, but i don’t
and you did, and you did

 

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

arms of a stranger (february 10, 2002) [14 Feb 2007|08:07am]

mickeylimon

 

here in the arms of a stranger
in the heart of common ground
were hate is never love
and love never hates
nothing of that sort exists
but only this moment in times absence

here in the absence of time
theres a lingering sight of perfection
pleading for this feeling to eventually fall
like raindrops falling from the sky
waiting to hit the ground finally

here in the realms of the present
were yesterday steps in
and tomorrow walks away
i feel home like coldness around
i feel love like hate in a distant sound

its all here in the arms of tonight
its all here in the arms of a stranger
were eternity exists between his eyes and mine
and it pleads to cease the existence of time
here in the arms of a stranger
here in the arms of tonight

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Introduction [13 Feb 2007|12:49pm]

silly_sagi
[ mood | creative ]

Hi everyone! I just joined this group... just got my livejournal too. Hee. My name's Sagi and I'm from Chicago but live in Boston now for school. I love poetry and writing in general. Here's my latest. ^_^

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Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

of love and not love (january 21, 2002) [12 Feb 2007|10:22am]

mickeylimon

 

swooning under the carpet
of love and not love
of emotions and none emotions
crashing under the rug of desire
or faltering under the feet of denial

fumbling all over
your heart so full of carelessness
of stepping out or being stepped at
of being conscious or being ridiculous
of love and the so-called love
of you yesterday and of you now
i wonder whom did i loved the most somehow

between love and hatred
of being impassioned or angered
i wonder how did i ever made it
in times and in places
between right and wrong
i swoon underneath the mat
of love and not love
of being in love and being in love with you

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

interlude IX [09 Feb 2007|10:12am]

mickeylimon

 

wondering ... wondering
if you are
as sincere as cheating
as gallant as whining
as kind as lying
as valiant as hiding


wondering ... wondering
if love is
as furious as hatred
as scarlet as death
as fervent as bluntness
as plain as everyday

wondering
wondering

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

i said goodbye [02 Feb 2007|12:05pm]

mickeylimon

 

moving forth
ahead...
secretly hurting
deep inside
youve let me down
"have the ships been long gone?"

no looking back
just breathing ahead
have you let my hands go?
i cant feel your heart anymore

i am lost
this world is too big without you
ill drown
my heart will succumb
stay for a while
i cant say goodbye

facing ahead
tears against the wind
tomorrows too blinding
all things sinking
slipping
dreaming
away from me
can you stay for a while
until i can say goodbye?

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

jadie [29 Jan 2007|01:39pm]

mickeylimon

 

jadie i called your name
you were the light and you were sane
you were courageous yet so naive
and so i left you as you leave

jadie who told you not to say good-bye
i know i was there but at least i tried
and i know back then you used to try
but now jadie please try to justify

jadie you were the witness
you were cursed but so damn blessed
i'm insane, i'm numb and deceitful
oh why did you ever find me so beautiful

jadie save yourself cause i will miss you
as heaven and earth feeds upon the truth
i'll be here waiting till you change your mind
jadie, if you ever change your mind

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

you [26 Jan 2007|07:56am]

mickeylimon

 

butterflies...
in my stomach
endlessly fluttering
i dont know i can feel such thing
with you and your constant invitation
to cascade towards earthly communion

seasons...
bursting in the scene
im not aware of this foreign feeling
bouncing off every walls imaginable
i never knew life could be this conceivable

lingering...
singing while im sleeping
laughing while im screaming
dancing while im spinning
i cant escape it
need to be in this constant state

crazy...
narcotically impossible to achieve
this mindset so high i cant hardly believe
if this is true
if this is you

 

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

in personae [25 Jan 2007|09:41am]

mickeylimon

in personae i can be
a seamless person apart from me
filling the shoes of somebody
i have ought to live prematurely

in personae i see deception
meeting ends against misconception
breaking laws altogether
just so we can be together

in personae i feel
i steal
glimpse of the sweet future
i walk
i talk
endlessly unbound from reality
in personae i am me
no matter how immature
no matter how unlikely
in personae i am free

in personae i feel endlessly
the fuel for life to be dealt easily
i tap its majestic longings
to meet my sudden misgivings

in personae
in personae

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

All you people can't you see, can't you see? [24 Jan 2007|06:34pm]

toxic_mystery
[ mood | indescribable ]

I'm just another porcilain doll
with a painted face
without a soul
cold as ice
untouchable
so fragile
so flawless
trapped inside my own perfection

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

in the sand of dreams forever [24 Jan 2007|12:56pm]

mickeylimon

and so look at me now finally
i’ve gone so far and so fast so steadily
i’m almost sure i have forgotten you
but never did i forget the way i felt with you
as we melt together in the arms of sweet surrender
as we rushed together in the sand of dreams forever

time moved me so still
that i can't even tell what is real
i can't even tell how much i loved you
until i couldn't feel if i still do

time stood still so frequently
that i didn’t even noticed how wretched i have been
i didn't even feel how love was supposed to be
cause i was waiting for you so endlessly
cause i was standing here for you so wearily
and i was longing for you to come back to me
but you never did, you never did still
but i was waiting still, i was waiting still forever
to melt with you again in the arms of sweet surrender
to rush with you again in the sand of dreams forever

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

I need comments... [11 Dec 2006|03:35pm]

6tormentedsoul9
[ mood | creative ]

Um...hi.

I am just wondering if you could comment the poems I have. I'm not so sure or confident and I would really appreciate it if you guys could proofread or give suggestions so that I can become better at this.

Here is the [link]

Thank you very much!

~*6tormentedsoul9*~

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[16 Jul 2006|06:12am]

libralexi89

oh how the things we are that change

an instant in strangers have we become

convince innocense were exchanging ourselves

in it were just losing reality together

an instant in forever it is gone

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[11 Jul 2006|08:13pm]

hippiepippin
Contradictions

I have been
those who wake at dawn already dead
dew on my eyelids
rising to move, mechanical
through familiar steps
days identical save the moon and falling leaves
which I cannot see

bleeding from the cut cords,
the only difference between you and me
potato sack bundles, peeled white face
songs to an empty cradle
I have never felt another heart within me
but wax and wane with the seasons

I have seen
condemning white gloved hands
twisting like the lethal bend of a swans neck
and words form themselves out of the night
when I hear my mother sigh and the street light makes my ceiling alien
like the surface of the moon, black craters that make a man
I could never see
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[29 Jun 2006|09:50pm]

toxic_mystery
Fade Away
I'm standing here alone
In a world I cant escape
sanity's gone leaving living nightmares
From which i cant awake
I'm spiraling quickly downwards
but no-one gives a damn
I'm crawling on my knees
with no-one to help me stand
If i just gave up, just died where i lay
would anyone notice or would i just fade away
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[25 May 2006|12:34am]

toxic_mystery
[ mood | depressed ]

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[12 May 2006|08:30pm]

foolintherain00
Hi everyone. I'm hear because I'd like to say a few words about a poetry community, GLASSHOUSEPOETS. Like this one, it is a poetry community. You're probably saying "I'm already part of a poetry community, why do I need to join another?" It's simple, really. Though there are many poets here for you to read, we also have many, almost as much as this one. At GLASSHOUSEPOETS, we have as many styles as we do writers. We have freestyle, haiku, verse, and prose poets, even a couple writers who's styles are unclassifiable. Our diversity is great, and it's an excellent way to learn and grow as a writer. At GLASSHOUSEPOETS, we only offer constructive criticism. Being a mod, I have yet to see an unfriendly comment to a poem. Everything has been either constructive criticism or something along the lines of "That's adorable!" We really have everything here. If you'd like to check us out, follow this URL:

http://community.livejournal.com/glasshousepoets/profile

I really hope to see you there. I look forward to enjoy reading what you have to offer. We would really love to have writers like the ones I've seen here.
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Come join rejectedpoetry [22 Feb 2006|06:54pm]

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ABOUT US:
This community is for poets of all shapes, sizes, and levels. If you're working toward getting published, this is for you. We all have to deal with the frustration of rejection--especially on those annoying prefab slips--and this is a place to help us.


Once your poem has been rejected by some publication, post it! Then, other members of the community will give feedback to help you revise so that your poem can be sent out someplace else.




*if this post is not allowed by the rules of the community, I apologize. Mods, you're welcome to delete*
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Poetry >> Truth (for the New Year) [29 Jan 2006|05:00pm]

smileypillsbury
[ mood | creative ]

Truth,
small marine decapod crustaceans, lettuce, carrots, bean sprouts, sweet basil and vermicelli,
served with a house sauce, packed and wrapped tightly between soft rice wrappers.

Fresh,
rolls dipped in plum ectasy,
burning passion through my blood stream.

Seaweed,
salad lightly tossed in soy and sesame based dressing,
quenching every last taste bud of my appetite.


Winter,
dificient of heat,
struggling to slow down our tempo, making us rigid and inflexible,
yet we remain unbroken as we march on.

Surveyors,
fine tuning our equipment to encompass the elaborate landscapes lying before our eyes,
luscious feasts imploring our appetites to relentlessly prey upon one another voraciously upon rest.

Hands,
clasped together like tentacles,
smooth and fine to the touch, yet unwavering,
a tightly knit chain to keep us strong and healthy.


Pucks,
sliding back and forth,
cascading over a drawn-out temporal stasis of hydrogen and oxygen,
constantly searching, striving to score points, a goal.

Cheers,
flow from the stands,
as my hand massages the small of your back,
every inch of you electrifying my senses, causing my heart to race.

I strive to keep my heart under control these days,
for there are ways I would like to keep it racing around you,
as long as I don't end me up in the emergency room.


In the beginning,
I was energized by your presense,
your were the inspiration that kept the creative juices flowing.

Now,
I've had to take sabbaticals,
immerse myself in your essense, in order to find a new voice.

You've changed me,
made me want to be more than I thought I could be,
so I figured it was about time I praised thee.


Everyday,
you smile surrounds me, it protects me,
and makes me feel so damn lucky.

However,
this isn't meant to be a sappy love poem,
but a piece of poetic flare,
a way to show I care and to show you that you still arouse the hairs all over my skin.

Your skin,
soft as newborn blossoms untouched by human hands,
our breaths, forcing goosebumps to the surface, as floral acrobats waft and glide,
slowing to a halt, on the curves and rolling arches of your upper body.


You,
are my most famous dish,
long rice noodles stir-fried chicken, shrimp with egg, bean sprouts, Thai turnips, scallions,
all topped with ground peanuts.

If I was allergic to you,
I would still devour you,
enjoying after last bite,
as my taste buds achieve maximum escape velocity.

But,
I would never leave,
I would stay stuck in your gravitational pull,
engulfed by your wonderful kisses,
enjoying all that makes you so,
wonderful,
amazing,
beautiful.

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

Office spaces [08 Jan 2006|11:35pm]

v_of_love
Part 1 (5 p.m.)
Office spaces are
Full of mystery
And magic
When everybody leaves
And lights are off
The desk's beginning to vibrate
and pensil crowls to the edge
of table.
It gives me shivers
When I think about all
These dark and empty caves
of multimillion megapolis


Part 2(after dark)
I put a spell upon the keyboard
and lubricate the chair
with my blood
only to protect myself.
I stayed at night
at the office
to watch the moving charm
of crack addicted floppy disks
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[09 Dec 2005|05:45pm]

innamorata07
[ mood | creative ]

so this is the beginning of a story im writing but its kinda poetic and i like it so far...

"I cant breathe!" the thought screamed out at me and echoed thro all the space in my mind. No Air, No oxygen is making its way into my body. OH MY GOD i cant breathe. I cant breathe. I CANT BREATHE! I can almost feel my lungs shriveling up inside of me. Why cant I just open my mouth and breathe in? My jaw is locked, all of my joints seem frozen. Not only can i not breathe, I CANT MOVE! This is how a deer in headlights must feel. Every cell in thier brains screaming for thier body to move but not remebering how to. "Move, Breathe, MOVE! BREATHE! DO SOMETHING!!!" My mind was now screeching at my body to force some sort of movement just to stay alive.
Somehow I managed to submit the muscles in my neck to swallow. The movement shook my senses back to reality. I took a quick breath in and shakily forced a smile. Muttered something without thinking about what words my lips were forming, yet never even contemplating breaking eye contact. I was entranced. A small tug on my sleeve reminding me of those i am actually here with. Reluctantly I turn. Against my will walking farther away. Recovering from a moment that seemed to last hours that in reality only lasted about 2 seconds. Recovering from the shock of being breathless. Recovering from him.

Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[07 Dec 2005|01:41am]

bloomto_perish_
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Leaving that all too familiar light,
torn from cruelties of mediocrity,
a lone rose is consumed
and thrown into eternal suspension.

Writing in sweet agony, it longs extinction
as it is bound by expression of a silent sorrow
that cannot pierce the perfection of forgotten chaos.

It finds comfort in lost memories
as it lies in an ocean of darkness,
scoffing at the night.

What a strange place to find a rose,
ablaze in such a desolate chasm.
Fighting for strength, it waits in vain,
for only now does it see its path with clarity.

Crying out, a warning falls
without striking a soul.
All those seeking relief from the light,
the emptiness is desperation.

Be warned, for if you do not remain,
you too will covet the very essence
that survives the rose.


                                      --Kristine Grunst
                                     "Surviving The Rose"



© Kristine Grunst (ME!)
Wr�t� Wh�t � K��w.

[06 Dec 2005|10:45pm]

innamorata07
[ mood | sleepy ]

im thinking about entering this into my school's literature magazine
what do ya think?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In a blur of spots and speed
My freedom was running thro the fields
How dare you lock me in this cage
Why do you stand so far away?
My claws will only cut you
They are not what you should be afraid
My jaws and teeth will crush you
So come in your numbers
View me and smile
Then walk away eager
to see other creatures in thier exile
stand far enough away
So i cant reach you thro these bars
But close enough
so you can see my fur covered face
look deep into these doe eyes
Past the exterior of cuddely innocense
see the emotions im trying to hide
im planning my vicious escape.
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