New here. Think I said that over on Pinup's line. sorry about the vandalism. I dig your stuff. Been writing for awhile, but have tried to stay away from this world, took me some strange places many years ago. When nothing is left, you tend to go back to what you know. If anybody's interested, I'll put some of my garbage up. if not, I'll fade out...

Well lets see it then, since you're here and all you might as well right? At anyrate, since you seem to view yourself as an experienced writer, why call it garbage? We will be the judge of that, and by we I mean all of Dark Whispers.....at least all that take the time to stop by such as I....Hopefully next I'm here something will appear....

Saronin

Yes I can agree there...about coming back to what you know...and I know what affect this world can have on you, as you do I'm sure, but let's see your work! It's amazing I'm sure and to hear what people say about it only makes you feel better! Put it on up, hun! xxx Mc

The Morning doth come to chase away my peace
lay in bed with the window open
listening to the sounds of night
at once I'm at rest and also afraid
for the things that stalk are also within
the burning rays creep across the 'scape
scorching the blissful black away
revealing me in my starving state
I want no more than to let it all go
to become one with what I feel is right
but the other world, the nether world
the one that I am no longer part of
It calls me again with its beacon of light
forcing me to forsake my nature
I rise, despondent, and wait for the cycle
As it renews, so do I
once more a child of the night


another little bit I came up with on the fly. Next time I'll bring in one of my notebooks and pull a couple out of there

thanks for taking a look at this. I appreciate having somebody read it who actually understands a bit rather than freaking out and labeling me.

i will guarentee you that most of the people here on dark whispers have dealt with your demons.. or have ones of their own that they must contend with.. so not many will immediately label or judge you.. for most of us are quite the same..

i highly enjoy your work.. especially since they are in the heat of the moment..

your poem on kitty's thread was masterful as well.. i hope to view more soon..

Hun,your work is very dark and shouting for attention,I love it hun.Keep it up!And Welcome to DARK WHISPERS!!! Hope to see more!

Darkvamp6791

I don't consider myself accomplished, I simply write a lot. I have found that there is a very limited audience that can appreciate or indeed, understand, what it is I'm attempting to rather clumsily express. I don't sell myself short, I simply sell what I have. In the process of rebuilding my life from what I was before, I am attempting to bring out those things that brought me a sense of completion.

truly, I am honored to find myself amongst people who know...


I drink
far too often and far too much
but what is left?
the world I live in
has no room for me
the company I seek
so far removed
My heart is open for all to see
but I am damned for my
ability to feel
I would share it
nurture it
grow it to give to you all
but every effort is met with
every resistance
Still I give all that I am
in the hopes of finding one
who feels as I do
that the world has left them behind
that society spins without us
that we can be okay
without the rest of the faceless mass

as requested elsewhere (see intoxiKate thread, which I so ashamedly vandalized...) a bit of detritus from one of my notebooks...(must have been early in the night, I can still read the handwriting...hehehehe)

taken out of context
everything that was means nothing now
I look and I stare
but I can't see anything anymore
the blur at the edge of focus
a black so deep it's blue
evidence of something
can't prove anything more than its absence would
I am an anachronism
a throwback to an era long since buried
all that was is in my hands
slowly sifted from a clenched fist
left empty
the tears wept
sink into the ground
disappear as if they never were
but they cut into my face
tracks through the dust of ages
my kind are not welcome here

anybody want to throw on a rant, be my guest. I'm going to go off for just a moment, maybe. or maybe I won't. sometimes I just feel like writing or typing to see the words appear before me.

ya know what? It's jacked. pure and simple. I'm 29, divorced, living in a town where I don't know anyone and nobody knows me, and I can't help but feel that I'm being a whining simp for expecting the world to, I don't know, belly up the the bar and have a drink with me. Maybe just this once, I could find a place where I can fit in (If I need a place to run to, and I need a place to hide, and I need a place where I don't need a smile as my disguise--Life of Agony) and not have to feel like I need to hide something just so that people will talk to me.

I've hated myself for so long that I can't even remember why anymore. I know what happened to the person that I became. I don't want to be that anymore. My wife was a good woman to me, and I...changed. I don't know what it is that happened. Well, that's gone now. We're still friends, strangely enough. But for all the things that I say I want to be, I won't ever know for sure until somebody gives me a chance.

People say you have to make that chance. I picked up, moved 1600 miles from home to find a place where nobody knew of my dismal failure, and they had me pegged from the day I started. I still have no friends here. People that I associate with, for sure, but when my true face shows, when the facade is just too heavy to keep up, they either turn their backs, or turn on me.

Most of the 'poetry' (that term is used extremely loosely) that I've written has to do with my feelings toward self. I have no self-esteem left, and self-worth is a distant memory. I feel something akin to love rekindling in me, but with nobody to share it with, it counts for nothing. Just a step or two up from freak or stalker, except while I have gathered a couple of phone numbers, I do not call. I see it in their eyes. This is not the place for me.

For any who show the patience to read through this, I thank you. For those that read the little meanderings above and have encouraged me, I thank you. I have lived so far from the love of others for so long, I just want to come back to that. To love with no expectation, to give with no thought of receiving, and for people to understand this about me, and accept it.

Someday, I hope to have a family again. I loved being married, even though I became a bad husband. I have been a teacher, and a father-figure for some, and would love children of my own someday. This darkness we all share in, is not darkness necessarily in the absence of light, but simply something deeper than the superficial pastels that so much of the world likes to content itself with. I would impart this depth on my children, if it meant that they understood there is a reality deeper than movies and videogames and all the other mindless drek they are bombarded with.

I guess that, despite I now have experience in life, I still feel that I'm a child, struggling to understand the why's of the world, and how so much happens, but so little makes any sense. Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.

To be honest, I don't know why I felt the need to go on this little trip. I guess it could be poetry in a sense, because I think many of the others here feel the same way, for many many reasons, but that root issue of being misunderstood simply because we are in touch with the passionate (not necessarily erotic, but there is that also) emotions that drive us.

In the words of a friend of mine... "maybe you just need to get laid" (sound of my head smacking against a wall)

All I can do is laugh, because he doesn't understand that while I've played that game a couple of times, I realize that that act without something underneath it leaves me just as hollow as I was before.

Maybe with that said, I can begin to write other things than the self-directed hate, or the contempt for a world that may be my own skewed view more than the world's fault itself. Maybe some Vamp-erotica, maybe things that are the brighter side of dark. I don't know.

As I said before, Thank you all for taking the time, and if anyone wants to post a gripe about things, fire away. sometimes, we just need to be free to talk as people, rather than having to rely on an expressive medium. I can bitch with the rest of them, but I can't always write eloquently.

And here I dwell
In my own twisted little
self-important Hell
I've given all that I had to
find that I haven't given anything
at all
You all are my loves
you all are my pains
you all represent
All the things that make me man
A vision of strength
painted on glass
just one little tap will send it
all to the winds
All I've tried to be
and all I've wanted in this
is to just be right
to be good
to be just
to understand
and to not be belittled for that
I've beaten myself down
while you tried to pull me up
by my own two hands betrayed
I've not cut myself
nor kissed the barrel
but my truest friend of late
has been in the bottle
I choose my death so slow and lingering
keep my scars hidden inside
turn me out to show this ache
a desire for fire to cleanse the slate
I still feel the love
it's undirected and wild
I still feel the hate
that keeps me from receiving the love
I love you all
goddammit, I love you all, don't you see
this is my one cry for help
even as my raw throat bleeds
you've seen me low, seen me weep
seen me out of control, so indiscreet
but I have nothing left in me now
but to love you all
Please take this
and know it to be true
that there can be no me
if there is no you

The darkness descends and I rise
I join you, we become the night
the heat of your flesh as it presses against mine
the slippery of sweat soaking into my bed
sweet salty tang of lust made real
The Dali-world becoming tangible
twist together, two as one
There is not a thing in this world
that I cannot, will not do for you
you own me as I control the moves
I listen to every little gasp
every little clue that shows me how to please you
the lover's embrace
The release in the heat of passion's inferno
night becomes day
we become mortal again
if only to protect the inner us from the light

Cool Blue Nothing

the night, the dark, only it's not so dark
the outline, so hazy, that I can only make out the motion
I see a hand reach out from the void inside me
My breath frosting with the iciness that comes with it
I'm scared, afraid, terrified
that the cool blue nothing has come to take me away
revel in the notion that I don't have to burn anymore
but what do I know if not the scorching within
Still, it is so daunting to know that I'm sought
Faceless embodiment of my own antithesis
Claimed by the image in the mirror reversed
steam where we meet, ice versus fire
there is no clear winner in that eternal game
and yet I have a choice, fight the inevitable
or succumb to the cool blue nothing?

My eyelids close
Like the lid of a coffin on the light of life
Darkness consuming
Welcoming
All the love I thought I once felt left in the world above
Isolated, I journey down
There is nothing there anymore
Nothing here anymore
Nothing anywhere anymore
That I can be a part of and not feel guilt
Nothing that I can leave behind
And not feel guilt
For all I do, all I think,
Is inextricably linked to a world that cannot accept me
That world that I cannot allow myself to be accepted in
For all my love and all my will to give
There are none left to accept it
Blinded still by the tears I hold
My heart that no longer beats
Blood in vein long since run cold
I long only for the whispering sleep
That even in my own self-hatred I deny me
And those who had whom I turned my back
Thinking in my strength I was saving them
Found that in my weakness I was saving them
From having to endure my downfall
Descent the only option left
No bullet can take what’s left of my life
No life I live is worth even that
I dwell here now in a world of black
Waiting for the lungs to stop what only mechanically exists
The spark dwindles and dies
And I am left once more
That which others enjoy I dread
Because that means I’m still here
What makes me stronger
Ending it
Or not?

to step invites misstep
to love invites hatred
to try invites failure
to live invites death
all these things I am
for want of one to receive another
an existence in opposition
a study in frustration
for every desire is counteracted
and every wish is never granted

eyes look forward to the past long gone
the things I feel make sense to none
while I myself stay and rot
the world moves on

There isn’t a thing to say that will exonerate me of my crimes
All I ever wanted to do was the right thing
But there is nothing in me that is right enough for you

I’m coming to realize that not everything needs to be like this,
Does not need to carry the burden of guilt or shame
I am the one who drags this on.

You gave me a chance to prove I didn’t have to be
The thing I made myself out to be.
I’m sorry I couldn’t stand up enough for you

I live in disgrace, disavowed and disregarded
The trash in the street deserves more than me
No declaration need be made to deny me.

I take the blame all on myself to save you the effort
I take your hand and point your finger at me
It’s the least I can do for the trouble I’ve caused

What is is, if it is insufficient, then that is also the way of things
I am, and I am less that what is even the minimum
Yet, here I am still

The man in me cries for release
The boy in me died years ago
There is nothing that comprises me that deserves the light of day

The music, the chants, all the words that strangely reflect me
So sordid, so aching, so longing for justification
I do them no justice, though they explain me better

Perhaps I should quit trying things to make so much sense
Living in a world with ever-changing rules and boundaries
I’ve not flexed, I’ve broken down inside again.

Sleep little angel, as if the world won’t hurt you
I’ll stand in the way of its barbs
I’ll take it all to preserve you
To let you rest from your travails

So sweet, so gentle
While my hands are rough with callous
I dare not feel your grace upon me
This hideous creature not worthy of that

I would bleed to save you the pain
I would break to see you fly again
I would live to shield you
I would die to preserve you.

I think I already have

ur last poem reminds me of my white angel wings....i know lamo
your really good it took me awhile to read keep it up hun
xxxooxxxox love

Lamo nuthin' luv... I gave up looking at the shell and took up looking at the source (I need to remember that one for later.... )

I can see your wings, luv. Know that if you ever need a friend, I am here

Thanks! I'm trying to find a way to break the shell I've made for myself

I hate that I'm going to do this but....

"I wanna live
I wanna love
but it's a long dark road
outta hell"

big hugs!!!

In the growing rays of dawn
Your wings spread
all your glory as you take flight
I stand in your shadow
holding out my hand
not to hold you back
but perhaps to catch a feather
My angel, my love
my dream of things more than me
wheel in the sky
glimmering gold in the morning sun
In your freedom I take solace
that there is still something beautiful in the world

Very nice....i really enjoyed this piece....i am glad i stopped by welcome home and such.....please write more....

Submiss

I loved this absolutely brilliant work

Submiss

All i can say or think right now is....Damn....

Submiss

*Reads the last word of the last work written and slowly closes the book and stretches his eyes closing to keep them from gettign drier than they already are. After he relaxes himself he looks back to the writer..* Very nice very nice, I like them very much, they seem to have been written with such care, every word thoughtfully placed where it means the absolute most, the flow just coming naturally from the arrangement. They are excellent, and I can't wait for the next assortment of works.

Frodo

good hun..*lix*

oooh love that one...sorry im so far behind but ill catch up, im working on it now...im off to work my way to that really long thing i had to scroll through on my up...cant wait! ill post again when im done! hehe luv ya! mc

I drink
far too often and far too much
but what is left?
the world I live in
has no room for me
the company I seek
so far removed
My heart is open for all to see
but I am damned for my
ability to feel
I would share it
nurture it
grow it to give to you all
but every effort is met with
every resistance
Still I give all that I am
in the hopes of finding one
who feels as I do
that the world has left them behind
that society spins without us
that we can be okay
without the rest of the faceless mass

oohh that is very good...quite perfect...i love this line:

but every effort is met with
every resistance

your words say things i could never say but always think...

holy hell i'd missed more than i thought! well where to start....about your post on how jacked up the world is...well i cant say i understand completely because i havent been divorced hell ive never married but i do agree in your saying that everyone here is somehow linked by the rooting of misunderstanding...what hurts the most though is the lack of trying to understand...luv ya and we'll always b here for ya! now for the poems...couldnt comment on all of them but i read them all..so i pulled out my very favorites....off i go!

And here I dwell
In my own twisted little
self-important Hell
I've given all that I had to
find that I haven't given anything
at all
You all are my loves
you all are my pains
you all represent
All the things that make me man
A vision of strength
painted on glass
just one little tap will send it
all to the winds
All I've tried to be
and all I've wanted in this
is to just be right
to be good
to be just
to understand
and to not be belittled for that
I've beaten myself down
while you tried to pull me up
by my own two hands betrayed
I've not cut myself
nor kissed the barrel
but my truest friend of late
has been in the bottle
I choose my death so slow and lingering
keep my scars hidden inside
turn me out to show this ache
a desire for fire to cleanse the slate
I still feel the love
it's undirected and wild
I still feel the hate
that keeps me from receiving the love
I love you all
goddammit, I love you all, don't you see
this is my one cry for help
even as my raw throat bleeds
you've seen me low, seen me weep
seen me out of control, so indiscreet
but I have nothing left in me now
but to love you all
Please take this
and know it to be true
that there can be no me
if there is no you

I love that!..it's amazing and im awestruck at all the emotion in it...i can feel so much of what you are saying...i would pick out my favorite parts in the poem, but i love the whole thing!!!

The darkness descends and I rise
I join you, we become the night
the heat of your flesh as it presses against mine
the slippery of sweat soaking into my bed
sweet salty tang of lust made real
The Dali-world becoming tangible
twist together, two as one
There is not a thing in this world
that I cannot, will not do for you
you own me as I control the moves
I listen to every little gasp
every little clue that shows me how to please you
the lover's embrace
The release in the heat of passion's inferno
night becomes day
we become mortal again
if only to protect the inner us from the light

I'm with Submiss on that one....DAMN! hehe...brilliant!


My eyelids close
Like the lid of a coffin on the light of life
Darkness consuming
Welcoming
All the love I thought I once felt left in the world above
Isolated, I journey down
There is nothing there anymore
Nothing here anymore
Nothing anywhere anymore
That I can be a part of and not feel guilt
Nothing that I can leave behind
And not feel guilt
For all I do, all I think,
Is inextricably linked to a world that cannot accept me
That world that I cannot allow myself to be accepted in
For all my love and all my will to give
There are none left to accept it
Blinded still by the tears I hold
My heart that no longer beats
Blood in vein long since run cold
I long only for the whispering sleep
That even in my own self-hatred I deny me
And those who had whom I turned my back
Thinking in my strength I was saving them
Found that in my weakness I was saving them
From having to endure my downfall
Descent the only option left
No bullet can take what’s left of my life
No life I live is worth even that
I dwell here now in a world of black
Waiting for the lungs to stop what only mechanically exists
The spark dwindles and dies
And I am left once more
That which others enjoy I dread
Because that means I’m still here
What makes me stronger
Ending it
Or not?

Oh but I do have a most favorite part in that one... What makes me stronger
Ending it
Or not?
i'll be damned if that hasnt gone through my head a million times or more...i love ya for putting all my thoughts into words! okay okay almost done...now if you read thru all my posts, then THAT will show patience..lol

to step invites misstep
to love invites hatred
to try invites failure
to live invites death
all these things I am
for want of one to receive another
an existence in opposition
a study in frustration
for every desire is counteracted
and every wish is never granted

eyes look forward to the past long gone
the things I feel make sense to none
while I myself stay and rot
the world moves on

*crys* i love it...all your work is so perfectly written and...*tears*

Sleep little angel, as if the world won’t hurt you
I’ll stand in the way of its barbs
I’ll take it all to preserve you
To let you rest from your travails

So sweet, so gentle
While my hands are rough with callous
I dare not feel your grace upon me
This hideous creature not worthy of that

I would bleed to save you the pain
I would break to see you fly again
I would live to shield you
I would die to preserve you.

I think I already have


I love the last 2 parts..hell i love it all!! you are quite unbelievably blessed with your writing talent and i hope to read much more from you in the future! xxx mich

I come to your thread, and still I find more apologies... I am very glad you posted in my thread otherwise I would have never noticed your work, and that would have been a great tragedy.. I am enthralled by your work and find myself very lost in it. So engrossed that when I found it came to an end I was pleased yet hardly satisfied. I hunger for more, and can't wait to see the rest of what you have to offer us...



I've found a favorite ~shivers~

To all of you whom have so honored me, I thank you. I will add more as I am able, I am currently visiting my parents and cannot hook up my laptop to their system, otherwise I would add things that I've come up with recently.

Before, I was an egotistical, selfish man who would hold something as this above others as a way to say "I see the world different from you, therefore I am better". To my chagrin, my ex found this out about me. Her life continues on, even now it is better than when we were married. I am glad for her, as anybody with any shred of knowledge of right and wrong should be, because I know I was wrong. I am now learning how to be 'right'. Respectful. Proper. Dignified.


To you
To all of you who have shown such patience
I am indebted in ways I can never repay
I have lived my life as a dead man
not caring what happened in the world around me
I am sorry
for never having had regards for the feelings of others
when all that I did was to satisfy me, I was empty
I didn't know why, worse yet, didn't know I didn't know
I was so blind
that the obvious must be revealed by ultimate loss
That the multitude of wrongs made right should hurt so
take my eyes that did not see what I needed
That I see now, with eyes wide open
Juxtaposed
Black on white, blind on sight, hate on love
All the things I was is no more
what I am is simultaneously less and more
I rebuild what I tore down that I had built up that was nothing
I do this all for you



My friends, I thank you for the rare opportunity to express this part of me in a way that people understand. I live in a place (not necessarily geographically, but emotionally) where that sort of connection is not present. You know how I found this place? by typing random words in my search browser. I am so glad that I did. I am home.

I am in thrall
the scent of you so heavy in the air
redolent with sweet, musky lust
I stand behind you
metaphorically, physically
my hands on you in ways we don't understand
My breath in your ear
the near-silent hiss of the grave
anticipating escape into the world above
my teeth at your throat
holding your pulse hostage
owning you, body and soul, yet I am the slave

My eyes roll back as the demon overtakes
My urge to please eclipsed only by my restraint
the time must be right, moon and stars aligned
before I take you with me on this night

In the bed that we make
in the lust that we sate
we are consumed by this pain
by this desire innate

Even as we play, even as we roll
I am ever prepared to give you control
I don't think you realize, how could you know
that you own me, body and soul

Every little breath, every last gasp
every last thing to make this last
Upon my undeserving unlife you cast
The spell of desire, I am yours at last

It's beautiful all of them.I am now replying to your thread LOL.Keep it up hun. :)

Darkvamp6791

Beautiful work, hun....I love them both...Your poetry is extraordinary...I'm glad you have found that you can be open here, we wish to be here for you and read everything that crosses your mind..hope to see you posting soon! xxx Mich

your last poem reminds me quite a bit of me.. that is how i am in love and it is so strange to see it written out on a page in such detail... i love it..

and to you was an awesome step in your maturity in life.. i know you are very mature and have been for a long time.. but there are parts of you that never quite evolved.. and this is exactly what you need to do.. pick out the parts of you that you do not like or agree with.. things that you know you can change.. and do just that.. try to change yourself into the person you want to be.. without losing who you already are.. :5:

*smiles and bows head in gratitude*

much thanks to all! Even as I search for the inspiration to tap into the dark, my companions in dusk show me that there is also light to be had. All my love to you..

*smiles* Glad you are back hun..hope to see more of your brilliance soon...xxx Mich

The other bitter flavor you left nothing else to savor
all the things we pretended to believe in were just another
set of things we needed to die in
Poison myself with interminable good will and twist the knife
you gave me to hold in good faith
we faked it, staked it out, proved to everyone that it was nothing
nobody would believe us, so we had to go this way
you went yours, I went mine and mine stopped cold
Now I'm here in the dark so damp and alone
the hypothermia is a welcome sensation
because you left me no other feeling in my isolation
at least I can feel something though I'm not sure what
You tell me it's good to get over things, but there was nothing left to get over
What is pain but an excitement of nerve endings
never ending arousal stimulating all the things that hurt me
time and again I anticipate progress but I digress
back to the point at hand, the blade in hand, the knife in back
the odds are stacked and survival in doubt
but of course you had to prove this is the only way out
and so the little journey ends on bended knee
the other leg was amputated so many moons ago
I'm left with nothing to stand on forced into slavery
Kept as an amusement to be tossed when I get annoying
Take this on, take me out, take me away and I'll come back to this
there is no escape from self when I keep myself up here on this shelf
How much is me, how much is you, and how much do I have to pay
before the books are closed

such a dark shell
holding within the promise
of a new tonight
so laden with intent
so rich in its threat
I want it
I want what's inside
I'll stop at nothing to get it
The vassal of my peace
the carrier of my disease
I am a slave to my addiction
bonded to this affliction
That I can't keep my mind from it
It is so insane
that it can make me this way
but I want it
can't avoid wanting it
will do anything
then I'll have it

Lovely honey...hehe long and lovely...i had trouble picking a favorite part but this line really jumped out at me:

Take this on, take me out, take me away and I'll come back to this

I love it...xxx

oh wow you are fast...quite good..as always lol

i love the poem that starts" im on a trail" it was vivid in its imagery ....

and the story above this post is perfection...i love imagery and you do it well ...

How well it serves me
to twist your words around
the pledge you took for me
the pledge we took so seriously
meant nothing in the end

Such blessed betrayal
that I could lay myself out
only to find that I was the joke
You offered up the killing stroke
rebuilt all my old doubts

I cannot rely on anyone but me
I am neither safe nor sane
but I know this, so I come prepared
armed with the nature of my despair
and shielded by disdain

You took this
You promised me
and you reneged on that
and you wonder why I'm mad
and I am the fool who believed

perfect...beautiful...you use your words quite excellently.

Who better to know what I need
than everyone I never listened to
driven by my desires and the
thought that I had a clue
I wasn't thinking, once again
but I wanted it, believed I could handle it
and when it was taken away
I didn't know what to do
so I cried
I raged against the sky and the god it hides
that life could be so unfair
so unjust
That I don't get a break
In my own addled mind I deserve a little something
Just something to get me through this
but it's not there, never was to begin with
Use another's faiths to explain me away
I'd fall on my own but they are inadequate
I'll take what you give, what is there to lose
when everything is already gone

holy hell hun did you have a stack that you are now just typing up? if not you come up with beautiful work amazingly fast...hhehe awesome last poem..your words hold so much truth

I'd fall on my own but they are inadequate
I'll take what you give, what is there to lose
when everything is already gone

i love this bit....a powerful poem ...

I thank you, in all the lies I've lived, I'm trying to get back to the truth of things. That usually means I have to deal with the little nasties hiding in dark corners in my head..

Stopped by your thread, I am always impressed. I'm going to work on stopping time so I can red them all and not have to miss out on anything, although for the power of your words, I think I would miss out on a few things to enjoy them. They're very worth it..

Do I have a stack? Yes, but I'm not drawing from them yet. I'm working of Dad's computer, so I'm just working on the fly. The other's I'll paste over when I get mine hooked back up, probably Sunday night. Even starting working on a short-story vamp-erotica piece. That will probably fall flat, but oh well...

My thanks to you, sir. Is it truly valid what we say when sometimes we have to try so hard to put the words in the right order, or is it mere contrivance that we should have to force it so?

I try not to edit much, unless it improves the flow. Otherwise, I try to keep the root emotion intact. I've not been as deep lately as I could be, but I feel no real need to force the issue.

I appreciate the compliments. I need to drop by your place and see your stuff. Still getting used to working around here. this is the first time I've ever done this, will have to figure out the avatar stuff and all that shortly...

No no nothing you write would or could ever fall flat...
and you words truly flatter me. Let me know if you become successful on the stopping time...lol...But no really, I am honored that you think so highly of my work...I thank you so deeply for your words.
Haha..I knew it! Aww dang so you really were writing them that fast...Wow! Mine shoot out too sometimes, like tonight and last night...I'll eagerly await posts on your thread, hun, and can't wait till Sunday...xxx!

wonderful..i like em keep it up hun