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5742. Ulgine Barrows - 8/24/2006 7:36:11 AM She knew who to ask! 5743. Ulgine Barrows - 8/24/2006 10:00:20 AM I think I feel a little hurt.
My fists are turning coal to diamonds.
Why no one told me so much work
Would all go into tryin'?
Oh, but those feelings ain't the same.
How some things never change.
Well, nobody's perfect.
And I knew better
Anyway
I thought about it 'til my head hurt.
I thought about it but it only made things worse.
I thought about it 'til my head hurt.
I thought about it but it only made things worse.
So I was wrong.
What could I do?
I knew all along.
Coal To Diamonds, The Gossip 5744. RickNelson - 8/24/2006 1:18:12 PM you're right Ulgine, "she knew who to ask".
I doubt he knew her motive. Though it is possible.
As U2 puts it, "Walk On". 5745. NuPlanetOne - 8/26/2006 6:17:19 PM Brunch at a sidewalk café
And if I strip away the veneer
And snarl like a slurping vampire
And let the vice and addictions
And all the submerged instincts
And vile tendencies and links
To all that is decent and expected
Of me
Controlled and extolled by me
My sane and civilized, natural
Learnt, rejoicing in trust and love
And brotherhood, never, not ever
Anymore the rogue, the rascal
The Viking on the bow
And if now
As the waitress pours the latte
And cocks her hip
And reaches with a naked wrist
Into the swirl, how
After some deception
With a twist I might pull her close
And risk it all
Then expose it
But, you see, the urge
And not only that one, promiscuity
For how about, to escape
Not to awaken a denizen,
But the urge to be off and away
In control, aside from this confusion
From us
And if I could, not gamble
Or would not lie, or cheat
Or slip back or back slide, why
Would we need this discussion
I would be whole, or wholly
Something or someone else
Perhaps, or better
Or worse. I might regret all of it
Now there’s a fear, infamous
A dastardly snake from the past
Coiling around the moment
Looking out a hung-over window
Of fresh and odorous events
Like pitched tents, camping
Waiting for your answer
And if I make up my mind
Or make my bed, and lie and lay
In it, or instead, make my excuse
Because it is no use, sometimes
To tell the truth, oftentimes
There is no correct answer,
Instead just shared intimations
And if now, as you offer a penny
For my thoughts, and your furrow,
The window to your different mind,
Unlike the kind I am used to
That I want, that I need so badly
To get used to. Your forehead
Crinkles your natural expectations
And sadly
Oh so unfortunately, they are sincere
I want to holler to the campers,
Wait up, I need a little more time
I don’t fully understand this deal
This love, I don’t feel I deserve
It is complicated, but I am silent
And in the longest moments of my life,
I smile, and pat your hand.
5746. Macnas - 8/28/2006 8:53:48 AM Kinda Prufrock for the new century there.
Nice. 5747. alistairconnor - 8/28/2006 9:28:08 AM It certainly works for me, most intimately.
What do the womenfolk make of it? 5748. Macnas - 8/28/2006 9:31:32 AM Seamus
Post away boy, beag beann ar na raimeis. 5749. RickNelson - 8/28/2006 4:01:35 PM “Too beautiful for words”:
I stammer, beholden.
Inching, playfully towards
the fascination I cordon.
casting my stones
of inexperience to abyss
depth pools; placed
in a succinctly random
way. Those natural forces
inching playfully towards
no conclusion. Gradually
adoring each curve
as my touch fully
explores, and my tongue
tastes salty wetness,
my strength pumps
into limbs, secure, strong,
agile and lithe. There,
my mind clears, holding
beauty in my arms.
5750. NuPlanetOne - 8/28/2006 5:36:11 PM Well Rick, your hero can only be the man my hero would like to become…or is someone he was briefly, a long time ago. For it is guilt my guy would embrace once his mind cleared, along with the dilemma. For all my guy knows, he could be seconds away from being dumped. The point is, that poem is one of your finest moments, top to bottom, invites rereading.
>>alistair…I would guess the ladies might prefer Rick’s guy, but I have learned through trial and error that what women speculate about never nearly matches what they are actually thinking. I am always bewildered to find out I misunderstood.
>>thanks mac... in the room the women come and go complaining the wifi signal is slow…..
5751. arkymalarky - 8/29/2006 4:02:25 AM Haha! I can certainly relate to that.
And I agree with you about Rick's poem. 5752. alistairconnor - 8/29/2006 11:27:40 AM hey it works! Perhaps I should try writing girlie-porn poems too!
(no offense Rick... I love the truth and beauty of your poem too) 5753. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 5:28:29 AM Seamus
I am so sorry, I was responding to what you wrote.
You wrote a guy thing.
I write gal things.
And I'm very judgemental, aren't I?
Don't I suck!
Please don't leave, take me by the hand, let's compromise! 5754. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 5:32:03 AM Also I go away for weeks upon end and digest what I've read here.
Seamus, I have learned from you. Please forgive me.
I am so sorry I offended you. 5755. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 5:45:34 AM Seamus
I thought I was complimenting you by making a remark on what your wrote, if you must know.
A lot of writings here get totally ignored.
But not yours, you mysogynist hater
winky 5756. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 6:01:30 AM yeah, you all detest when I post lyrics. But this is going to go down as one of the bset albums of 2006.
The Format: Dog Problems. You might check out the other tracks. I almost posted "Time Bomb", instead.
Don't you dare sleep with someone you don't know. />They'll feel it in the back of their throat.
We
know I cant construct a poem,
Cause words like girls get
bored and run
C'est la vie, I say "I've got so
many better things"
I've got nothing, you should see
me,
I smoke myself to sleep.
And blame
postmodern things I cant relate,
Like summer camp and
coastal states.
Like alcohol and coffee beans.
Dance
floors and magazines.
I think its safe to say "I've
only got myself to blame"
But boys in swooping haircuts
are bringing me down,
Taking pictures of themselves. />
“Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are” />
And so I walk the web in search of love,
But
always seem to end up stuck.
I'm finding flaws in
everyone.
I've reached the point where all I want,
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up. />We are parallel lines we’re running in circles, />We're never meant to cross.
I'm at a
loss, you were my tangerine,
My pussycat, my trampoline.
Now all I get are wincing cheeks,
And dog problems,
I signed a lease.
Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and
park.
Instead I broke a girl’s heart,
And flew back
to phoenix to finish the year as it started.
Can you
hear me?
Are you listening?
This is the sound of my
heart breaking.
And I hope its entertaining,
Cause
for me its a bitch.
Was it worth it?
When you slept
with him?
Did you get it all out of your system?
/>I am over that
Hope you don’t get up
I couldn’t
breath
Caught me on the cross
I didn’t know
I
couldn’t give up
B is for believing you'd
always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when
we'd see it though.
C, c is for seeing through you,
you are a fake, which brings me to
A because, because, you
always run away.
I never finish phrases, I misspell.
Open arms are prison cells.
When I said, "I hate
what I've become"
I lied, I hated who I was.
So
when you start to wonder 'bout the strain in my throat, />Then don't you ever, no never, ever, sleep with someone
you don't know.
5757. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 7:09:49 AM Dead End
Hold on, there's a hole in my heart
everyone can see right through me
it goes all the way to the waves
where my love she tried to wash it away
see we break for the summers
so she can find lovers
she treats them like a bottle of wine
they make you dinner
and they sing you to sleep
but by the morning find the bottle is empty
'cause she never gives it the time
every bottle she finds
they don't compare
to the ones she left behind
there is never a note
so she waits for me to come back home
I'm looking for a dead end song
you wish that smoke
could change its color
I love it when you talk so much
and act like nothing went wrong
I'm looking for a dead end song
while we sit and find flaws in everyone
I want to keep you by my side
holding off tidal waves
mint car is keeping us warm
she lays crossed upon the bed
we are puzzles making shapes
with our hands
I take my finger, turn into a pen
then i run my hand down your spine
you guess i wrote something profound
something like:
our love will last 'til we die
I say you're good at this game
but what I really wrote is
how I've yet to be saved
5758. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 7:13:34 AM Time Bomb - The Format
starting now I`m starting over
I`m gonna sleep with the next person I meet
starting now I`m starting over
you swore together forever
how your tan lines tell me your words have got no concept of time
tick tock, you`re not a clock, you`re a time bomb baby, a time bomb
oh no, was it worth what you did to your wrists?
was it worth what you did to big business?
was it worth what your friends put up their noses?
Starting now I'm starting over (stop it)
Tell the new wave kids their make-up kits
Can find me where self pity gets a breath of fresh air
five years and you fell for a waiter
I`m sure he says he`s an actor
so you`re acting like....
you never tried to take your life
starting now I`m starting over
I`m throwing bottles
I`m taking showers
I`m going to sleep
(just sleep?)
I`m going to sleep
starting now I`m starting over (stop it)
starting now I`m starting over (stop it)
to play the game, get even, act my age
tick tock, you`re not a clock, you`re a time bomb baby, a time bomb oh no
you set the watch, you`re just in time
to wreck my life, to bring back what id left behind
Oh no, was it worth what you did to your wrists?
5759. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 7:41:06 AM Hold on, there's a hole in my heart
everyone can see right through me
it goes all the way to the waves
where my love she tried to wash it away
see we break for the summers
so she can find lovers
she treats them like a bottle of wine
they make you dinner
and they sing you to sleep
but by the morning find the bottle is empty
'cause she never gives it the time
every bottle she finds
they don't compare
to the ones she left behind
there is never a note
so she waits for me to come back home
I'm looking for a dead end song
you wish that smoke
could change its color
I love it when you talk so much
and act like nothing went wrong
I'm looking for a dead end song
while we sit and find flaws in everyone
I want to keep you by my side
holding off tidal waves
mint car is keeping us warm
she lays crossed upon the bed
we are puzzles making shapes
with our hands
I take my finger, turn into a pen
then i run my hand down your spine
you guess i wrote something profound
something like:
our love will last 'til we die
I say you're good at this game
but what I really wrote is
how I've yet to be saved
5760. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 7:42:46 AM That was
The Format: Dead End 5761. Ulgine Barrows - 8/30/2006 7:43:24 AM No one can save us
But Kim the waitress
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