tossing its head in anger and jealous rage
feelings for a jealous rant
Die with me… in my arms / Can you hear that deathly calm? / Place your hand upon my chest / As I lay us down to rest
This is a poem about two lovers killing themselves to be together eternally.
You buy your first stilettos, four inches high and fire engine red. You can’t quite strut in them yet, but you will.
The world breaks everyone, and many are strong at the broken places. / Ernest Hemingway I hid this for a long time. Mostly because I sent it off to a publisher, but also because it’s without a doubt my most personal piece on RB. It was accepted by the publisher and recently I read it aloud at the book launch. Yasemin Sumner (who also had a story published in the same book) and Luckyvegetable said my voice didn’t tremble at all. I think they were being kind. After all, when you read your diary out to a room full of strangers, you’re allowed to shake a bit.
Dearest, _I wanted to write to and tell you of how I long for the moment when we will be together again. The cold winds pace, howlin…
arsenic works quickly, and is delicate—So delicate that I could paint my lips with it, and kiss you as is our wont, and you would die in my arms, as I would live…
yet so alive and for a while dancing on my toungue / analogy of fire as i consume the entirety of your embers / rest now and let it be the …
Generaly i was aiming for a multi-descriptive thirst promoting artform / overlayed by a dash of temptation one might say i could eat the words and become the taster of the art.
A little grey mouse, contorted with pain. / Trying to flee, trying in vain.
Who cares about a mouse?
Was that a smile on my face? / Nope, just a grin
Who freakin knows? Caroline Wood and Heather got me thinking and this is what came out…
Teeth and claws, nails and razors, fangs and beady glowing eyes.
Fear of the Dark / Warmonger62 Chapter 1
Every year he’d dreamt of doing it; Every year he’d planned to do it; But he never had. Never. Until now. He’d checked his appearanc…
Trick or Treat can work both ways. / And Death can be Sweet. PROMPT: Halloween Sweets / WORD COUNT : 675
opening as I am / as I do, as I must / with every thrust / my hard hearted ways to your black autumn lust
This is third installment of my Storm series. The first can be found here and second can be found here I almost always remember my dreams. Sometimes they are bizarre, sometimes full of horror, or sometimes crazy erotic. But always, almost always they are so vivid it can take awhile upon wakening to shake them off. This was one such dream…so lucid and visceral and real. I woke up with such an ache in my groin I cannot tell you. Sucks to be single sometimes. Anyhow…I hope you enjoy.
two prickles / either will hurt / neither gives / any alert
the very talented Mr Paul Rees-Jones posted a very true picture of nature vs man made Nettles on Barbs / these words was my warning in my head I thought you’d like to hear them too! / Simply “DON’T TOUCH EITHER” / Chookas! ♥
I am a wound. I am my pen that bleeds.
Once upon a time I took a pretty intense writing class. One of the exercises was to write about a powerful childhood memory. The thinking being, that once you began to write about the memory, adhering to the class code of applying vivid imagery, that eventually you’d move down into a deeper voice of writing, and the story would open up and morph into some kind of poetry written in a more authentic voice. Feeling as if I was going to crawl out of my skin today, I assigned myself this very same exercise. The piece of rambling turpentine to your left is what came out. I feel as if I’ve lost my voice, my muse, even my sense of humor. I await only for the the thing to come knocking at my door that will set forth the pirate in me. And on a beautiful treasure hunt I will go.
he could see the eyes growing wider and wider, the whites showing like sharks teeth
I don’t know about this one. It’s a bit sticky on the fingertips. Constantly there but the words won’t come out…
“Genetically Modified Food – Panacea or poison” SOME RELAY EDUCATIONAL INFORMATION.
Genetically Modified Food – Panacea or poison# SOME RELAY EDUCATIONAL INFORMATION.
then she took the loaded gun / she tried to forget / and fired at the past shot the centre of it’s heart
When memory isn’t held accountable / when memory forgets to buy bullets
Toxic-Tony I called him.The zingers he flung at me on a regular basis cut, tore and ground like broken grass into my fragility. Another d…
For Star Twister 49 – Door Ajar 345 Words
Why?
Who Fuck You!
Oh sweet poison that hides behind that mysterious mask / you sweetly and slowly kill me / and with sensual, delicious, heavenly words / to …
This is one of my old pieces which I translated from Spanish to English. I just saw a piece of my cousin Isa Rodriguez and it reminded me of this poem. You can look it up in Isa Rodriguez and hopefully I will give you the link for her piece later on.
Passion for passions’ kind / Mocked eternal by heavens’ choir
Sitting here half drunk realising how passion and desire have destroyed every relationship I have had…..not always my own…
screaming in the night / devilish delight / snake on his shoulder / never grows older / waiting for your soul / heard a tale told / of your sic…
Collaborative work of Kevin Mawson & Sally Omar / kevinmawson
ENVY POISONS YOU. / YOUR EMPTY LIFE NO EXCUSE. / I WON’T BE LIKE YOU!
WRITTEN IN SUPPORT OF ALL WHO HAVE BEEN THE OBJECT OF ENVY!! A VERY TOXIC, NEGATIVE FEELING THAT IS THE REFLECTION OF AN EMPTY LIFE.
This deep grown longing / That lingers in the shadows / Whispering the need / To lie with you at nightfall / To wake with you tomorrow Sha…
I write this for myself and for the love I may never know and for all those who have lived or are living through long distance or with unrequited love. xx
I would feign assistance to her and then merely await her last breath. Oh sweet, sweet salvation.
A twisted tale of revenge
I am naked now / Stripped of all self confidence / Nothing left to lose / There is no more heart to bruise / There is nothing left to take / ...
This was not an easy one to write. I write this from personal experience. I write it for all those who have lived through domestic violence or who have lost a friend or a loved one in this way or who are currently living with physical and/or mental abuse. They often go hand-in-hand. It starts subtly and is always followed by profuse apologies and usually escalates from there. Mental cruelty has many ugly faces too and is part of a control mechanism which is designed to reduce you to ashes by always making you feel inadequate and bad about yourself. Do not allow it. Furthermore, if someone is jealous of you it does not mean that they love you but quite the opposite. If they are always going out of their way to try and make you jealous of them, that is not love. When someone truly loves you they will edify you and your spirit, not taunt you or continually drag you down. They will never play games with you or your emotions if they love you. Recognize it when it happens and never let it get further than that. Get away. Get out before it crushes you. There is absolutely no excuse for physical or mental cruelty, abuse or violence. If you are dealing with someone who plays mind-games then you are dealing with the utmost immaturity. You only stay because you have a low self-esteem and you believe that you do not deserve any better. Do not delude yourself into thinking that you can ‘fix’ them or hope that it will all change because it won’t. You can never ‘fix’ someone else as that is a choice that only they alone can make, or not make. Have the strength to walk away and drag your self-respect behind you if you have to. Never play into the hands of being a victim. Take responsibility for your own life and your own future. Seek counseling and do whatever it takes to become a whole person. Always remember that two half people never make a whole person. You will recover; you will love and be loved again. Learn to love yourself and live to tell the story. This is your LIFE. This is your journey. Make it a beautiful one. You know that you can. When you open your mind / To the miracle that is you / You will find a deep well / Waiting there for you / When you open your heart / To the beauty that is you / You will sing a healing song / Of the love within you © JaneSolomon 2009 Music
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