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Comment by Queen Of Filth 1 day ago

I hate being a beginner , but I love to write! Some one please read my stuff and tell me what you think :http://www.buzzle.com/authors.asp?author=32417

Comment by Kairoe Memphiss on December 22, 2009 at 1:58pm

I am Earth.
Nurturing and inspiring. Slow to change, but ever adapting.
Steadfast and strong I am the rocks but also the trees.
I am creative becasue I was created and dutiful to my creator.
I am balanced. All knowing and unsympathetic.
I am a mother, but also a friend.

I am Earth.
I nurture, provide, protect and steady all those who touch me.
I create, destroy, grow and transform at my own pace.
As I rotate, I am fighting, inspiring and unifying everything under the son.

I am Earth.

Comment by Drew on December 4, 2009 at 5:01pm

We Are Fucking Scientists

betwix the trifecta of myself, want of ink, and Ms. Crichlow, theres heavy specualation i'm coming last (preferably in the latter), though this is but the bookie's hearsay. this sight of spectral sung matter and post teen angst right of rage has abnormal terrestrials beguiled at these human dossiers. skimming page by page they're not the absintee method begiting an appetite for higher wage, for the era itself is befuddled from courtship and the queery of the Ms/Mis Information's age.

these mili-moments and split-incision indecisions serves as my academy. the baying fact that evidence of absence is absence of evidence is my instructor canting lecture from atop the spire. but the conundrum in why we simians are inclined to burn every monolith and precipice is the looming note that stays stoutly underlined. the truth in all form of fiction that this is merely a single match-strike for the compound eye of this moth. such as my fancy for limb language, and the duel jewel bout between myself and motion of effeminate body parts. if there were ever a trade to mend the metaphysical ends and strands of the here asking how soon is now, i'd place pledge upon my right hand as it's scholar, while sealing that oath with a bow.


i've a score to settle with the obsession of reproductive glands. i've a bone to pick with the feigned angle of open hands. i've a banquet of questionmarks to dine, and and a host of ciphers to dance. and to any other form i pine for no other romance.



and if the dredge requires an estranged marriage hunger striken of warmth within sleep, then que sera and let her weep. if it leads to a new slew of emerald letters and mint condition word ticks, i'll tote caffeine laced hands on this melty candle stick, with its matching scentless odor and weary wick. i'll engage in the strange nether-nest of rest haze, and watch the rose pedals wither while placing wage within the bet. for my sleep will encompass just the silhouette's extended mirage outline of a duvet. myself and like minds have a formal dissection of the cosmos sort of engagment to attend. to make whole some elsewhere strands and meta-ends to mend.

as for myself i've a score to settle with the obsession of reproductive glands. i've a bone to pick with the feigned angle of open hands. i've a banquet of questionmarks to dine, and and a host of ciphers to dance. and to any other form i pine for no other romance...

Comment by Kairoe Memphiss on December 2, 2009 at 11:59pm

I'm sorry, I don't take shit.
You treat me like shit, I'll hand it back.
Why should I have to deal with your shit when
I have to act all hunky dory with the people who I feel should get treated like shit?
Shit-son. That's not fair.

Comment by Nadia C on November 29, 2009 at 7:37pm

Love the mirror
Love it
Love what it sees
Because no one is going to praise you
For all of your
Lacking
But desperately
Wanted
Qualities

No one is going to comfort you
Because you're not
All that you want to be
Physically
So you'd better love the mirror, baby
You'd better love what it sees

Sometimes your eyes
They do not
Want
To see me
Your mind's eye has never even acknowledged me
Or anything
Remotely
Resembling me
In any of your dreams

Still you'd better love the mirror, baby
You'd better love what it sees
If you can do that, then I promise
The rest will be a breeze

Black as coal
Black---As the darkest shoal
Black...As a moor
Is she a Negro, and nothing more?

No...
Don't listen
To the mocking bird
Don't listen
To the sad drone
Of the Uncle Tom raven
Don't listen to the white hefer,
As she sits on top of the world
The brightest of maidens and mavens
Io

No...

You'd better love the mirror
You'd better love what it sees

Don't pay with your bone and flesh for their dirty deeds
Don't pay with your soul for their sacrificial needs
Don't pay with your blood for their desensitized greed

Love the mirror
Love---
What it sees

Comment by Nadia C on November 29, 2009 at 7:19pm

Love is beautiful
Only for a moment
It's equivocal
So
Don't be fooled by
Vampiric tryst into the night
On the silver screen
By
Silverbloods
Made by the unlikely mingling of
Montagues and Capulets
Lycans and blood drinkers
Don't be fooled by such thoughts
Of eternity
Because love is beautiful
Only for a moment
It cannot
Overcome
Override
Deride
Stupidity
And brutal honesty
It can't blind itself to
Brutal degradation
By even a moment's painful separation
Left alone in brutal silence and lonely agony
So don't be fooled by
Immortality
By the thought
That every intrinsic moment
Will be perfect
Inside and out
That every thought will be pure
Because love's just beautiful
For a moment

Comment by yassin on November 26, 2009 at 2:38pm

lookin for writers to connect with im a poet and prose writer in the uk into henry rollins saul williams sage francis charles bukowski lydia lunch william burroughs the beats kathy acker patience agbabi linton kwesi jhnson john cooper clark and more...i do electronic poetry

Comment by Kairoe Memphiss on November 25, 2009 at 4:42pm

Take as many glances as you like;
But I'm not going to go and change me.
This face, this hair, these lips and these thighs...
They're all me.
I don't have a bad self image
or an idol to fall.
I'm hot; and the only one who doesn't care.
At all.

Well hello to all my good suitors. Tell me, what's with all the suits?
I know you want all our cloths on the floor.
I know I'm just a slab of meat and
I know I'm just all you can eat...
No.

Just try and get inside me.
There's a difference between wanting inside me and wanting what's inside of me.
You're not getting any of this unless you want the rest of it.

The deal was you grab my ass, than I kick yours.
I know it's tempting, but you won't change me mind.
And I know it's my fault that I'm too hot for words,
but words will be needed for your alabi, (they'll work better then).
I know your in a competition but
the goal is here. Permanent Probation.
Woah.

Just try and get inside me.
There's a difference between wanting inside me and wanting what's inside of me.
You're not getting any of this unless you want the rest of it.

I know you want me. It's clear to see.
I know want my body and all my love.
But you're supposed to let go of doves.
I know you think you're reeling me.
I know you think that you know me.
You don't know which of my sides is right.
You just crossed to by bad side tonight.

Just try and get inside my head.
I'm too content with myself to care about anything that you said.
You're not getting any of this too bad this isn't good enough for you.

Comment by Kairoe Memphiss on November 25, 2009 at 3:48pm

You think I'm crying 'cuz of you?
What did you do?
Cheat me of myself, put me in harm's way I've hid from for so long?
How arrogant of you.
I know you'd want to,
But how could you possibly believe yourself so strong?
You're nothing. You're a castrated ball on a waning string.
You're an insect bent to infect the female confect but
one thumb away from thumbing our noses and killing you today.
Don't pride yourself in my suicide tears,
You should have more prioritized fears.
You don't hurt me, I hurt me.
You'd do well to be able to tell who's in control of this self-inflicting sea.
I'm wading in my eyes self-punishing decree. "It's not you, I swear, it's me."
You're waiting for my queen to make the move that kicks you out of the game, but don't mind taking all the blame.
How righteous of you.
But why would you want to?
You want the power of the fame.
Too bad all you had to make this your Iliad
is all for naught, what you thought you sailed was mine and the Argonauts'.
Don't take what you faked. Your a minor cameo with nothing at stake, you're replaceable cupcake.
Too bad I'm not upset with you.
You've done all that you could do. (To hurt me).
Why'd you think you could trust me?
I warned you I could be scary.
I'm a bloody mess of touching tom-failur-y
looked in a mirror, turned myself to stone
to rot in my shell; without you: all alone.
When you showed your true colors, it only make me think: "How could my eyes never have blinked?
When your world came crashing down on me, It only helped me see what am idiot I was allowed to be.
This is all my fault.
This hurt; my assault.
You're now clear to me.
It's myself I don't understand.
Don't you offer me a hand.
Any part of you that touches me you're not getting back honey.
Honey? Honey? Honey!? Don't you call me baby! Hug me! blame me...
Don't tell me this isn't over.
I know, I pulled back the covers.
We we're never lovers.
Just wait until the summer.
Your life is no longer a part of mine
So I'll expose it all in good time.
All that you did, said, done to, with me,
everything, it all is going down, you'll see.
It's all on me.

Comment by D. Scott on November 24, 2009 at 6:51pm

Hey family,
I'm new around here and want to connect with fellow writers. Please feel free to stop by my page or my website dscottandthefamily.com to get a feel for me. If you like what you see and hear, be my friend, please - one can never have too many. :-)
Be well and enjoy the Turkey/ToFurkey Day!

D

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