Look at the Pretty Lights

See them glowing
at this late hour
lost amoung all the pretty lights
loosing who I am
as I walk amoung all the pretty lights
just a girl walking home alone
at midnight, nothing special
average as she can be
not too pretty
not to bad looking
not to well elegant
not too cheap
as she walks looking at the pretty lights
and wishing for a better world

Tears

Tears cried over worthless fights
with my mom
with worthless people
with people I care about
stupid fights
misunderstandings
fights where no one listens
but everyone screams
seems like were all wearing
a pair of headphones
the one the stupid fight started over
before it turnd into a power play,
the way it always does
it's not about the headphones
anymore
It's because my parents and I suddenly don't get along
anymore
because I'm the new genoration and they just don't get it

Fat

Uh-oh, food
mum made zuchini bread
will i still look ok in my skin tight jeans
the one's I bought
to take my mind off the fact
that I'm turning into someone I'm not
better make a pact not to eat tomorrow
does she still think I'm hot
will the compliments still come
what's that she's boiling in a pot
pasta no, I love it too much
no we can't go out to eat
still a svelte 112.5
but oh god what might happen to that

Deathly 2

I walk through grave yards
at midnight
hunting for the stone
that I need to bring flowers to
because if I don't
I might forget
about what we had
about who he was
and why I should have saved him
even if it had meant
I shudder to think
his face, so beautiful
his body, torn and scared now
because of me
why was I so stupid?
I could have saved him
and died prroperly
with out this afterward
it sounds vain I know
but I couldn't have doomd him to my fate
one soul torn into
each of us missing half
of ourselves
until we found that he was the key
to me, so should I have doomd him to this walking death
yes, to save him
yes, but the chance is gone, and I cannot be redeemd

He's so Pretty

See him sitting there
so pretty, prettier than me
too pretty to offer me a second glance
I'll never have him
only for me to dream of
never for me to have
I see him look at me, and my heart flutters
in anticipation of my fantisies made real
of my dreams come true
he smiles, and I hear
a chourus of chemicals
come rushing into
my hormone soacked brain
but then he looks away, and i know
I'll never have him
until he looks back again
that pretty face
that is still unmarred in youth
looking suddenly shy for all his bravado
and my dreams become reality

Do u use everythin in ur life as inspiration 4 ur writing? or is writing more of an outlet 4 u, 2 make ya feel better? why do u write is basically what im askin. just wonderin......
btw fav. is Deathly 2 if u care

Thank you, I write about 90% of my life, (I skip the boring parts) if you like deathly two you might want to read my other poetry in my earlier thread Domanatrix

And he left me

He left me lieing there, in extacy
sneeking away while I slept
I wasn't asking for comitment
but he could have given me a fling
the fling off my life
didn't need to brush me off
He laughed cause he'd gotten lucky
and how he'd tricked me into itt
yeah right
I wanted it as much as he did
and you should have heard the basterd beg
now I'm nothing
just another notch on his dick
I don't sit by the phone waitingg, cause I'm smart enough
to know he won't call
so I spray paint his locker with the word
whore
and let it drop

Nice work. I don't think I have ever talked to you before. I like your work, don't have a fave though. Keep it up.


~Amaya~

he's so pretty and he left me were so good to me..I could so relate with those in many ways...
wow..connection..lol..although I am still batting down giggles...I had never seen anyone use the word svelt in a poem..you have opened my eyes :lol:

nvr been in2 poems, 19ur old guys rnt usually. but i dun what u said and looked at ur other thread. have 2 say im awed, uve got a gift Mew Mew and im privalaged 2 have read ur work. keep 'em coming (i said coming not cuming, quiet that sniggering in the back )

Thanks again, lol

I loved "And he left me". That was fantastic!

Thanks, based on real life a few years back, I actually did

Lady

Hey honey
hey baby
hey swet cheeks
hey love
Shut the fuck up
I don't like you
I'm not a cocktail waitress in some cheesy vegas lounge
Don't touch
Don't speak
I'm sick of coming home from work
with a bruised ass
I could sue you
if I knew your name
Just because I'm wearing a short skirt
doesn't mean I want you to look
Don't mess with me,
and i won't hurt you
even my subbordinants
comment
figure out a way to touch me
and do things I don't want
I hate them leave me alone
just because I'm a woman

Heat

It's too damn hot to write
neopets is pissed at me again
and i shouldn't have worn a long skirt today, sweat trickles over my shoulders
and the world is bathed in humid sticky clouds
nothing to do but sit quietly waiting to come out of my hole like a desert animal
hiding from the sun, even though clouds hang low outside
reversing the bowl of the sky, weighing me down
Tireing me with my lack of activity
exauhsted by the weather
much to hot
Langgor over takes me in the wet humid, misrible day

the thread about joining neopets is locked so ill talk here, i tried 2 join it (4 the honeymoon pics ofcourse, im a Perv, just ask Clear). but it was down. i tried though.....so, 1 or 2 pics 4 effort? :D

Well you'll have to wait for my honeymoon, that's in september

Thanks everyone

wow...lady was very very definitive to me...a stand up to things in this world..
of not being stereotyped and pushed around..
I love your deep thoughts

Thanks i try to think deeply

Hunger

Just before dinner
and my mothe and grandmother are in the kitchen
making tex-mex again
I can feel my mouth watering
in hunger
I haven't eaten much today
so I'm starved for the heavy spicy scent of Mexican food
Two graham crackers and burnd toast don't fill in for real food
melting cheese
over tortias
chicken
tamatoes
(I happen to hate zuchinni)
make me all the more aware of how long the wait is until they're done

damn..your making me hungry
that was extremely deep...pulling out the ol' Tex-Mex
you can surely write about anything at all...like a pianter painting anything

Thanks so far i haven't got anything decent on the subject of diapers or dog shit

Fantasy

I can be, your Lilith, your Eve
your temptress, you ingnue
your vixen, you virgin
your queen, your slave
my perversions are of a literary type, as the rest of my life
My only fantasy is to fuffil your's
let me satisfy you anyway you wish
I can be you wife, or your misstress
i can be your savirous, orr your damsel in distress
or perhapes you downfall, or the fallen
I can any woman you wish
I can play any part you wish in your darkest fantasy
but then again, I do have dreams of my own...

Here we go again

It's late and i have a head ache
and my eyes are blurred
with exhastion
it's late enough for me to understand how deeply bad
the book I'm reading is
and I'm writing another of my midnight poems, the ones about late nights

Time

Times rythems never truely change
but for a single person
time can turn to a crawl
and one must wait for hours while the rest of the world goes about the buisness
of doing whay it does
to the best of it's ability
while you wait
the time is not contempltive
or relaxing
nor does it hum with anticipation
it is time that is meant to be waisted
meant to be spent dissatified and annoyed

Morning

It's 6 Am and i'm tired and hungry, but unwilling to eat
There's a blister on my foot and it hurts when i wear my docs, cause it's therebecause of my docs
and I'm tired
and I don't want to be up in the cold and the cold blue light
I don't want to get my books or pack my bags to get going
I'm too tired to be here, in the cold morning light

Interesting...your words offer us a quick view into a world that most of us would like to be part of and this gives us the small opportunity to be a part of it

Thank you and what world might that be?

Sunday

That apinful feeling of utter lonliness
tears flowing down my cheeks
I miss them
the people i care for
before I'm dropped once again
into a world nothing like the real one
where morality and commen sense disappear
as quickly as the most intangible fantasy might
but in this place intangible fantasies are reality
but with the highest price paid
life maybe extingushed
and life may become all the more full
in this endless gamble

If I Were a Pretty Girl

I listen to Ani Defranco, claiming
she's not a pretty girl and I want to wring her neck
she's thin and beautiful
and other women want to be her
I do at any rate
she whines
and rants, but in the end
she is a pretty girl and the rest of us notice
we all want to be pretty girls so that pretty boys
or other pretty girls will ntice us
and flirt with us
and allow us sex

madam_new_new I like this one. isn't it true.

Lycan

All your work is great! But I really like If I Were a Pretty Girl. Don't we all wish that for exactly those reasons? Can't wait to see more!

Jenn

Thank you, some times I feel fugly, and this is the result, and as much as i understand feminism, it seems ridiculas to say that apperences are worthless, men intimes past have worn highheels and mini skirts

Hey im new here so is there any thing i need to know about this forum!?!?!"?!?!?!?!?

Perhapes you should go and ask that on the aprlour, however, don't post new RPGs in In charecter, post them in IC wanted or Eros Noir

Tattoo

I see it on his back and arms, black swirls,
spirals, cover his face and creep under his hair line
as if the ink welld up inside his strong body, and grew swirls
and lines and patterns, spreading across his golden skin
his light brown hair is long now, but once upon a time his head was shaved, because
you can tell that if there were no hair, you'd see a patternd continued there
It's permanent, it's for life, there for ever, like man and wife
I can never truely possess him coverd as he is in black ink,
she is his lover, she can see the most intimant part of who he is

Orgasm In The Street

On the side walk, she eook careful steps
neat pulled back hair
no makeup on an asturely beautiful face
white cotton blouse, knee length skirt
moderate heels
until inside her there was a sudden well of pleasure
and everyone looked at her
sudden pleasure bubbled inside of her
her eyes opend wide, and suddenly she could understand the true joy of life
She seemd to become lush as ten thousand buterflys flew from her mouth
in a sensation of tickiling
everyone stared, at this earthl;y golden goddess standing in the middle of the road
the grey sky cleard and she was whole

Sunday Morning in the Very Worst Way


Brothers are slowly driving me insane, listen to the scream
how dare they fight like 2 year olds
I have something like a hangover that doesn't come from alchouhaul
How dare my mother make pancakes when she knows I;ve gaind some weight
lucky I have such self control or I'd eat the pancakes and strangle my own kin
Catlin's still adbed
I don't know how she sleeps through my family
I need to move back out, we do this every summer
and I'm tired

Jaw

I see her, and my jaw drops again
as she turns with all the sly cunning of the beautiful
her wide eyes of a color indetiminante, fascinating in it's indiitrmancy
hair of red gold falls from over her shoulder to against her back
as her lithe slim body and ideal height
I want to kiss up her shoulder blade and run my hands up her thighs know her
most deeply
I turn again and there's another goddess, this one voluptus
and rounded, with delacatable breasts
she is curvascious with dark hair
and brown eyes, wearing some type of band tee
she is strong
and as delactible
so many beauties in the world

Why no one pay me any attention

Well not that it matters

Them
See them over There
I can;t stand them
with the're vapid idiocy
and talk of subjects that inttrest no one but themselves
they're own stupidity
confuses me
they're hidious lack of regard for what's happening in the rest of the world
frighten me
they're unintentional hurtful remarks
sting as much as one's aimed directly for my hear
I want to leave now
I need to go
but I am a caged bird
I may never fly again
They say the caged bird sings
I cannot my throat has closed
and I huddle dieing in my courner

Illness

It strikes again somewhere between hot and cold
I'm binge eating again i hate that, i can't be allowed to do that it hurt
my throat
to think
I'm not quite lucid
not quite mad
not quite sik yet
but I'm getting ready
can't get fat though
can't get a bad grade
must be pretty
god I'm dizzy
what's happening?

When the bell tolls

Does it toll for me?
I hope so i think so
Am I dead just yet
am I gone now
will you miss me
now that I'm dead
and my corpse sits in a wooden box
waiting for it's final rest
do you miss me
do you rember me
do you care

This is the Night

She's alone in a mouldering farm house
all alone
and she kicks open the door with a foot as she flips on the light
banishing the blue light of the time just before dusk
the gloaming
this is the night
something is moving
a force follows her inside
making her look behind her nervous
even with bravado
as she carries in her three grocery bags

Skeleton

I look at my body and I see a circus fat lady
but I'm not, I'm a skeleton, 106.5 pounds, down to the very last ounce
I ate popcorn today, and two peices of garlic bread and chicken parmisian
I feel so guilty so often
I feel like sticking a finger down my throat and making all the guilt come up
in a torent of acid
because right now the acid is eating me up inside
because right now
I want to be 103.5 pounds, and i won't be,
I want to be pretty
because no one notices me for anything else
or at least that's how I feel I have to be the pretty one
and I can't eat
last night was another binge two cookies a peice of piazza, chinese food for lunch and horror of horrors two pancakes for breakfast
want to stick a finger down my throat, make the guilt go away
in an uphevial of bile and bad feeling
but I'm not a bulimic, slow starvation is my fate
god how fat i feel after eating a little bit of food
don't want to digest and feel myself grow whole again
because by leaving out food
I might be able to diet away the part of myself i want to go away

Monday

I'm sick and I'm happy to have a fever
because its monday
and I'd rather be dead
than have to get up
and face the world
we live in right now
since the election
Catlin left hours ago
and I'm alone in the silent apartment in my bedroom
trying to dream of a better plac with out
the idiot speaking
words that hurt me
from the violet of the TV screen

Tell me why I don't like mondays...

I really like how open you are.

I am going to finish the rest now...

Don't get dicouraged.

I'm watching you. I'm sure a lot of others are too.

Thanks, i doubt I'll ever be discoraged thanks

wow..you go through so many personal struggles...you seem to have an idea of what you do..and seeing your life in your own words is very comforting