Ha, thanks for the kind words @kaguana but I much prefer your works, subtlety is not my strong point and you have a nice way with that and your phrasing and flow is quite elegant.
Hmm, I always kinda sucked at poetry which will be evident...but I found this the other day, written a long time ago and inspired by a lovely little fridge magnet our government sent around to everyone, inspiring us to "be alert, not alarmed", ie spy on your neighbours and dob them in.
Be Alert. She's afraid to go to her fridge So she has her weetbix dry, her coffee black No veggies in this girl's diet The moulder in the bottom try As she can't bear to face the blemish On the gleaming white facade An innocuous looking magnet That accuses her wherever she goes. She knows she should be alert But she's alarmed as well And bloody anxious to boot.
He's started shopping online Since the scare in Safeway: A cantaloupe in a plastic bag Smashed by security. He can't go to classes Without his backpack being turned out And ransacked A new book destroyed every day As they search for coded messages In invisible ink A ready supply of lemons And UV torches at hand.
Every time he catches the train home The entire timetable is thrown out While the bomb squad search every carraige And the dogs held so tightly In armoured gloved hands Snarl and bare their teeth.
The mailman won't deliver To their house any more Claimed he kept having nightmares Of letterbombs and anthrax And the neighbours Seem to have dug themselves in Twenty foot fences Razor wire And guard dog signs Nuclear bunker builders Are doing a roaring trade.
So together they huddle In their constantly watched home Trying to ignore the sounds Of regular jet fighter patrols And the beeping tracking of satellite drones Overhead And she sighs and asks him Why did we ever say we were Muslims On that bloody Census?
I wrote poetry back in my teens, 20s and some into my 30s. I have written poetry both good and bad (for some bad poetry, it helps to be a certain age- bad, tortured love poetry requires being a teen/young adult), but unlike some, I kept my poetry. Here are two of my favorites, both written for a college creative writing class.
Stone Woman
She stands alone in the field outside my window silent and waiting, watching the seasons change with quiet iron eyes, her arms outstretched in greeting or in flight.
The seasons change, the wind changes and she dances on a throw-rug of crimson leaves. Never bending, never moving caught in her graceful innocence.
Sometimes I think she is waiting for her lover who has gone to war in his cheerful youth and she waits for him, only him to take her off her pedestal and set her free.
One stormy morning, she was gone and I ran out to find her toppled to her side, one arm broken, still waiting and the drops of rain in her eyes were tears.
(Not based on any actual incident, since people have asked me/assumed so in the past)
Classical Dreams
Sometimes, I see myself in Greece, standing in a gallery peopled only by statues. Cool figures of marble and obsidian stand, frozen forever in immortal poses. I make my way among them, my fingers brushing past Odysseus, Heracles, Zeus and Nike, towards a future wrapped in mystery.
Then, I stand on a portico, feeling the cool night wind blowing fresh and clean over my gossamer skin. A dress of linen chafes my legs, blown behind me in a snapping banner and I feel like I can fly.
The bitter smell of coffee wakes me, and I slap the clock silent before it can ring. Closing my eyes, I remember the taste of Cyrene wine.
Wow, love them @LadyRhian , very evocative, I'd hope you consider that this fall into the "good" category of those you've written, otherwise I want to see those ones!
The only poems I have written recently have been for Valentine's Day the last three years
However, I did write SICK poem about the Iliad in 10th Grade English. It was >20 pages long and EPIC. It should have been and Iron Maiden song. I will try to get it off my old computer tomorrow morning.
I mean, I'm sure it probably sucks by my standards today, but when you were a kid you thought everything you did was awesome.
@rufus_hobart Yes, those are two of the Good ones. I do write in blank verse (as one friend says, "Blank verse is poetry that doesn't rhyme!") mostly.
Now, here is some of the Good/Not bad love poems. The first is written from the perspective of a male character of mine.
Lovely Lady
Lovely lady, do you know how much you scare me? I, who am condemned to the darkness and drawn to your light. I, who can never know love find myself loving you and being loved in return. You have rocked the secure foundations of my world, made lies of my truths and truths of my falsehoods. I have found in you what I would most like to find in myself. Yes, you scare me. But every man deserves to be scared this way.
The Sting of Life
So many times I have found myself almost betraying my love but I always manage to catch myself in time. Do you know how much I watch, hungry for the sight of you, even if every look brings me pain? Pain? No, more like the torments of hell. So close- yet I can never touch. So much talk- yet I can never tell. So much time- and yet not nearly enough. Would you pity me, were you to know? Perhaps, perhaps not-- but I'll not risk it. Your pity would be worse than your ignorance. For you love her. That much I know. I heard you tell her myself. In that instant, my heart broke and keeps on breaking. If being adult means having pain, and suffering, I am an adult many times over. I am not some foolish schoolgirl, and this isn't puppy love. I know what I want, and what I can never have.
And this one isn't quite romance, but a vampire poem (literally).
Vampyr
I am bound, called, seduced by the blood surging hotly beneath your pale skin. You come to me unknowing, blank-eyed and silent, awaiting my whim… my desire
So soft. Your skin is so soft, silky beneath my callused fingertips. I could caress it for hours, reveling in its smoothness, but my hunger urges me onward.
Your head tilts slowly back, straightening the slim, ivory column of your throat. I lean closer, the blood-scent strong in my nostrils filling my senses with its virgin heat.
Your flesh yields to my fangs, the warm sweetness filling my mouth, blazing sparks in my belly, that warm me with your fire.
You will never recall this chance encounter, never fondly remember the thought of me- our sharing of souls, sweet act of communion, but I'll always remember the essence of you.
I'm more of a prose writer myself, but I dabble in poetry now and then. I wrote more of it when I was younger, and thought I was awful at it until I took classes on it in college. That helped me find my creative spark for it again.
This is a song I started writing for a short-story I began a while back... (And haven't tried to proceed with because Other Things keep getting in the way. >.>;; ) I feel like it still needs work...but it's about mermaids!
There's a lady in the water Beneath the moonlit sky. There's a lady in the water Left alone to cry And if I were to comfort her, To kiss her and to squeeze her, She would love only I And I would happily die.
Feel her tail between my legs, Her arms a-wrapped in mine, Taste the sea-salt on her tongue, Touch her scaly skin so fine. Whisper cruelties in my ear That my wife should never hear-- If she should love only I, Then I would happily die.
I use to write all the time but these days I tend not to have time for it. If I get a spark, I am in no place to get it written quickly and usually lose what I thought of by the time I get to writing it. I've recently started posting some of my older poems on Wattpad though to attempt to make time for it. Here is a very short one:
The Irony of Forget-Me-Nots A basket of flowers Accompanied by a note Titled “With Love” and Four little words reading Sorry about last night
@rufus_hobart Yes, those are two of the Good ones. I do write in blank verse (as one friend says, "Blank verse is poetry that doesn't rhyme!") mostly.
Now, here is some of the Good/Not bad love poems. The first is written from the perspective of a male character of mine.
Lovely Lady
Lovely lady, do you know how much you scare me? I, who am condemned to the darkness and drawn to your light. I, who can never know love find myself loving you and being loved in return. You have rocked the secure foundations of my world, made lies of my truths and truths of my falsehoods. I have found in you what I would most like to find in myself. Yes, you scare me. But every man deserves to be scared this way.
The Sting of Life
So many times I have found myself almost betraying my love but I always manage to catch myself in time. Do you know how much I watch, hungry for the sight of you, even if every look brings me pain? Pain? No, more like the torments of hell. So close- yet I can never touch. So much talk- yet I can never tell. So much time- and yet not nearly enough. Would you pity me, were you to know? Perhaps, perhaps not-- but I'll not risk it. Your pity would be worse than your ignorance. For you love her. That much I know. I heard you tell her myself. In that instant, my heart broke and keeps on breaking. If being adult means having pain, and suffering, I am an adult many times over. I am not some foolish schoolgirl, and this isn't puppy love. I know what I want, and what I can never have.
And this one isn't quite romance, but a vampire poem (literally).
Vampyr
I am bound, called, seduced by the blood surging hotly beneath your pale skin. You come to me unknowing, blank-eyed and silent, awaiting my whim… my desire
So soft. Your skin is so soft, silky beneath my callused fingertips. I could caress it for hours, reveling in its smoothness, but my hunger urges me onward.
Your head tilts slowly back, straightening the slim, ivory column of your throat. I lean closer, the blood-scent strong in my nostrils filling my senses with its virgin heat.
Your flesh yields to my fangs, the warm sweetness filling my mouth, blazing sparks in my belly, that warm me with your fire.
You will never recall this chance encounter, never fondly remember the thought of me- our sharing of souls, sweet act of communion, but I'll always remember the essence of you.
The second poem The sting of life pretty much sums up my entire love life.
I'm more of a prose writer myself, but I dabble in poetry now and then. I wrote more of it when I was younger, and thought I was awful at it until I took classes on it in college. That helped me find my creative spark for it again.
This is a song I started writing for a short-story I began a while back... (And haven't tried to proceed with because Other Things keep getting in the way. >.>;; ) I feel like it still needs work...but it's about mermaids!
There's a lady in the water Beneath the moonlit sky. There's a lady in the water Left alone to cry And if I were to comfort her, To kiss her and to squeeze her, She would love only I And I would happily die.
Feel her tail between my legs, Her arms a-wrapped in mine, Taste the sea-salt on her tongue, Touch her scaly skin so fine. Whisper cruelties in my ear That my wife should never hear-- If she should love only I, Then I would happily die.
Those last two lines have surely moved my heart. Well done.
@Alexisisinneed Thank you! I really liked your latest poem too. I love how each stanza is its own little story, but they all share a very clear theme. And you tell it all in so few words, which just makes it more powerful.
@Nonnahswriter Your welcome! Opps I guess I failed. When I wrote that poem I was trying to tell a single story while trying to keep the concept of counting involved I was also trying to make sound like something a kid would sing like if they were playing double doutch or something similar. But if the theme is clearly seen I guess it's not a problem.
You always enjoyed sweet melodies and some not so sweet. I remember you singing along with your favorites, Throwing everything: body, voice, emotion, soul into the music as you sang. And I smiled to watch you, Never thinking that I would be the love of that soul.
How much you tempt and torment me!
Tempt me when you are here with me, with shining eyes and laughter loud, Your soft skin so close I need only reach out to touch you.
And how much you torment me when you are gone, lying alone in my bed, wanting to reach out to you. All I can see is you, my mind running in circles, my lips half-choked with the things I want to say. But it's too late and I'm alone.
All I can think of now is: Will you leave me late or soon? The question is never, "Will you leave?", but "When?" Everybody leaves me eventually. And if I can't stand the thought of living without you now, How will I live when you are gone?
Eyes
Eyes
Eyes darker than death, Older that time, Deeper than the Ocean
Eyes
Eyes bluer than sky, Younger than life, Softer than silk
Eyes
Caressing eyes, warm in the fire's light. Smiling eyes.
Eyes
Gentle eyes, glistening like twin sapphires. Serious eyes.
Eyes
Where are you now?
I Dreamed
Last night, I dreamed of laughing blue eyes in a kind face, and of the love we shared. As much as I wish to acknowledge it, it must be hidden to die in the cold when we are alone once more.
Last night, I dreamed of silky brown hair warm with the fire's heat. The fire we shared together. As much as I wish to rebuild the fire, The sparks are already dead. We must be apart, drawn by our separate destinies.
Last night, I dreamed of a warm body that shared my bedroll under the cold sparkle of the stars. As much as I wish to share it again, it is put away for the daytime. Last night is a memory And memories are all I will have.
Last night, I dreamed of you, my secret love, holding my body next to yours as we loved through the night. As much as I wish to hold you again you are gone, leaving behind precious memories that I wish I could forget.
You always enjoyed sweet melodies and some not so sweet. I remember you singing along with your favorites, Throwing everything: body, voice, emotion, soul into the music as you sang. And I smiled to watch you, Never thinking that I would be the love of that soul.
How much you tempt and torment me!
Tempt me when you are here with me, with shining eyes and laughter loud, Your soft skin so close I need only reach out to touch you.
And how much you torment me when you are gone, lying alone in my bed, wanting to reach out to you. All I can see is you, my mind running in circles, my lips half-choked with the things I want to say. But it's too late and I'm alone.
All I can think of now is: Will you leave me late or soon? The question is never, "Will you leave?", but "When?" Everybody leaves me eventually. And if I can't stand the thought of living without you now, How will I live when you are gone?
Eyes
Eyes
Eyes darker than death, Older that time, Deeper than the Ocean
Eyes
Eyes bluer than sky, Younger than life, Softer than silk
Eyes
Caressing eyes, warm in the fire's light. Smiling eyes.
Eyes
Gentle eyes, glistening like twin sapphires. Serious eyes.
Eyes
Where are you now?
I Dreamed
Last night, I dreamed of laughing blue eyes in a kind face, and of the love we shared. As much as I wish to acknowledge it, it must be hidden to die in the cold when we are alone once more.
Last night, I dreamed of silky brown hair warm with the fire's heat. The fire we shared together. As much as I wish to rebuild the fire, The sparks are already dead. We must be apart, drawn by our separate destinies.
Last night, I dreamed of a warm body that shared my bedroll under the cold sparkle of the stars. As much as I wish to share it again, it is put away for the daytime. Last night is a memory And memories are all I will have.
Last night, I dreamed of you, my secret love, holding my body next to yours as we loved through the night. As much as I wish to hold you again you are gone, leaving behind precious memories that I wish I could forget.
After reading these I feel so depressed. Well done. Well done I say!
One day there was a very sick king. He felt very bad and had grown thinner.
"What can be done? how can we cure the king?" The consultants of the king ask every child and every man in the realm. The doctors said: "There is only one remedy for the king. lioness milk he need to drink." "Lioness's milk?" tremble everyone, "You can't milk lioness! Lioness devouring whoever that get close to it."
King whispered, "Who will bring me a lioness milk?" Jumped one of the doctors, young short fellow, and exclaimed: "I am obliged to bring." "You? you are not strong hero," said the King consultants. "Give me 10 goats and I'll bring the milk to the king," he said. "Lioness milk the king need not goat milk," said the consultants. "Don't worry I'll bring the milk to remedy the King."
Young doctor went out with the goats following him, till he arrive at the lions' den,there he saw a big lioness lie and nursing her cubs. The lioness is quiet and majestic, but a lioness that nursing her cubs is a dangerous one, even more than the lion, the king of the animals.
She can jump and devour whoever get close to her. The young doctor stop and stand in front of the lion's den and didn't approached, and ּfrom that distance he throw one goat to the cave, the Lioness jump on the gout and devour her. The young doctor returned the next day, taking another step to the lion's den and throw a second goat, the lioness devour the gout this time as well. In the third day took the youngest one step closer and threw a third goat, and again the lioness devour the gout. Thus the 10 days pass, each day throw the youngest a goat to the lion's den, and each day the lioness devour the gout, and ּeach day the youngest get closer and closer. 10 days after clinging to the open of the cave, very close to the lioness. The lioness shove her snout to the youngest hand, opened her mouth and licked it! wanted to get another goat. The youngest Stroked the lioness, play with her and milk her filling a full jar.
Then he start his way back to the king to bring him the milk, on his way he stop and went to sleep and had a dream. In the dream appeared his body limbs that start to debate between themselves. Feet said, "We are the most important. Without us the man couldn't have go successful to the lion's den." Hands responded: "We are more important. Without us the man could not have milk the lioness." Eyes said: "We are above the rest. We show the man the way without us he would not have arrived." Announce the heart: "Pay attention! I'm above all: without my good advices, the advices of the heart, you would have done nothing." Replied tongue and said: "I'm better from you all, there is no use to actions without talking." The other organs were angry on the tongue: "How dare you to compare yourself to us? you sit in the dark inside the mouth, and even bones you don't have. you are not important at all." "I'm in control of you," insist the tongue.
Strange dream, the guy thought when he woke up, not I'll not forget it. When He arrive to the palace he walk in, and his tongue said to the king: "Please, here is the dog (it suppose to be another word but I won't use it here ) milk I obliged to bring." "Milk dog?" furiously said the King, "I asked the lioness milk. Hang the man!" Panicked reproductive body. Told them the thought as follows: "In one phrase I brought you to the gallows. If I'll save you, you will admit that I rule?" "Yes," said all the limbs. Then said the tongue to the hang men "Bring me back to the king." ask the youngest the King (in fact, his tongue ask): "Why did you order to hang me?" The king replied: "Because you bring me milk dog instead of Lioness milk." Explain him: "Hunters also call lioness dog. It a language matter. I brought lioness milk, drink it and recover." The King drink it and cured. release the young doctor, praise him and sand him on his way.
All the organs said together: "Well done tongue, she controls us all. life and death in the hand of the tongue. "
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I hate you Mr. Taco Guy
And if you ask me why
I would break down and cry
Because I listen about you for two hours
And talked about how you gave life to her flower
And I felt as if I was standing on a tower
That was about to crumble to the ground
But I won't make a sound
Because I want her to be around
I won't say a word
So there's nothing to be heard
So fly away you fuckin bird
Because I don't want see your fuckin face
And I maybe in last place
But you'll win this race.
I don't even know why I bother
when I even got rejection from my mother
So I can take another
And I will curl up into a ball
And forget about it all
But I rather bash my head against the wall
Because I much rather be dead
Then have these thoughts in my head
I can't digest what she said.
Even in my dreams she would want to be with you
It almost makes me want to sue
But thats something I already knew
But thats okay.
I have nothing to say
Because I don't want to lose a friend today
So I'll just let her speak
I won't make a peep
Because I'm that weak.
I wrote poetry back in my teens, 20s and some into my 30s. I have written poetry both good and bad (for some bad poetry, it helps to be a certain age- bad, tortured love poetry requires being a teen/young adult), but unlike some, I kept my poetry.
Stone Woman
She stands alone in the field outside my window
silent and waiting, watching the seasons change
with quiet iron eyes, her arms outstretched
in greeting or in flight.
The seasons change, the wind changes
and she dances on a throw-rug of crimson leaves.
Never bending, never moving
caught in her graceful innocence.
Sometimes I think she is waiting for her lover
who has gone to war in his cheerful youth
and she waits for him, only him
to take her off her pedestal and set her free.
One stormy morning, she was gone
and I ran out to find her toppled to her side,
one arm broken, still waiting
and the drops of rain in her eyes were tears.
(Not based on any actual incident, since people have asked me/assumed so in the past)
Classical Dreams
Sometimes, I see myself in Greece,
standing in a gallery peopled only by statues.
Cool figures of marble and obsidian stand,
frozen forever in immortal poses.
I make my way among them,
my fingers brushing past Odysseus, Heracles, Zeus and Nike,
towards a future wrapped in mystery.
Then, I stand on a portico,
feeling the cool night wind blowing fresh and clean over my gossamer skin.
A dress of linen chafes my legs,
blown behind me in a snapping banner
and I feel like I can fly.
The bitter smell of coffee wakes me,
and I slap the clock silent before it can ring.
Closing my eyes, I remember the taste of Cyrene wine.
However, I did write SICK poem about the Iliad in 10th Grade English. It was >20 pages long and EPIC. It should have been and Iron Maiden song. I will try to get it off my old computer tomorrow morning.
I mean, I'm sure it probably sucks by my standards today, but when you were a kid you thought everything you did was awesome.
Devs are blue
IWDEE is coming
it is true
I'm a poet, too
Now, here is some of the Good/Not bad love poems. The first is written from the perspective of a male character of mine.
Lovely Lady
Lovely lady, do you know how much you scare me?
I, who am condemned to the darkness
and drawn to your light.
I, who can never know love
find myself loving you and being loved in return.
You have rocked the secure foundations of my world,
made lies of my truths and truths of my falsehoods.
I have found in you what I would most like to find in myself.
Yes, you scare me.
But every man deserves to be scared this way.
The Sting of Life
So many times I have found myself almost betraying my love
but I always manage to catch myself in time.
Do you know how much I watch, hungry for the sight of you,
even if every look brings me pain?
Pain? No, more like the torments of hell.
So close- yet I can never touch.
So much talk- yet I can never tell.
So much time- and yet not nearly enough.
Would you pity me, were you to know?
Perhaps, perhaps not-- but I'll not risk it.
Your pity would be worse than your ignorance.
For you love her. That much I know.
I heard you tell her myself.
In that instant, my heart broke and keeps on breaking.
If being adult means having pain, and suffering,
I am an adult many times over.
I am not some foolish schoolgirl, and this isn't puppy love.
I know what I want, and what I can never have.
And this one isn't quite romance, but a vampire poem (literally).
Vampyr
I am bound,
called,
seduced by the blood
surging hotly beneath your pale skin.
You come to me unknowing,
blank-eyed and silent,
awaiting my whim… my desire
So soft.
Your skin is so soft,
silky beneath my callused fingertips.
I could caress it for hours,
reveling in its smoothness,
but my hunger urges me onward.
Your head tilts slowly back,
straightening the slim, ivory column
of your throat.
I lean closer,
the blood-scent strong in my nostrils
filling my senses with its virgin heat.
Your flesh yields to my fangs,
the warm sweetness filling my mouth,
blazing sparks in my belly,
that warm me with your fire.
You will never recall this chance encounter,
never fondly remember the thought of me-
our sharing of souls,
sweet act of communion,
but I'll always remember the essence of you.
@LadyRhian You write really lovely I enjoy your poem
This is a song I started writing for a short-story I began a while back... (And haven't tried to proceed with because Other Things keep getting in the way. >.>;; ) I feel like it still needs work...but it's about mermaids!
There's a lady in the water
Beneath the moonlit sky.
There's a lady in the water
Left alone to cry
And if I were to comfort her,
To kiss her and to squeeze her,
She would love only I
And I would happily die.
Feel her tail between my legs,
Her arms a-wrapped in mine,
Taste the sea-salt on her tongue,
Touch her scaly skin so fine.
Whisper cruelties in my ear
That my wife should never hear--
If she should love only I,
Then I would happily die.
The Irony of Forget-Me-Nots
A basket of flowers
Accompanied by a note
Titled “With Love” and
Four little words reading
Sorry about last night
I'm going to count to three
And when I hit three I'll let it be
And finally stop hating me
One little lost heart
That was broken from the start
Who fell in love with a piece of art
One beautiful flower
That stood taller than any tower
Who blossomed every hour
Two little birds play with stones
One is all alone
While the other has a nice home
Two little sheep singing a song
One know that his words are wrong
While the other just goes on and on
Two little fish in a car
One wants to be a star
While the other just wants to go far
Three little ducks are a gift from above
Two fall in love
One doesn't know what he's made of.
Three little bears play with fire
Two fore fill each others desire
while one is just a liar
Three little cats believe in hope
Two of them decide to elope
While the last one tries to cope
Three little human beings like to grin
Two of them are no longer virgins
While one feels like someone is cutting under it's skin
Four little stars have a lot of fun
Three of them go out and play in the sun
While one feels like his life is done
Excuse me
I was only suppose to count to three
But I guess somethings aren't meant to be
Alone
You always enjoyed sweet melodies
and some not so sweet.
I remember you singing along with your favorites,
Throwing everything: body, voice, emotion, soul
into the music as you sang.
And I smiled to watch you,
Never thinking that I would be the love of that soul.
How much you tempt and torment me!
Tempt me when you are here with me,
with shining eyes and laughter loud,
Your soft skin so close
I need only reach out to touch you.
And how much you torment me when you are gone,
lying alone in my bed, wanting to reach out to you.
All I can see is you, my mind running in circles,
my lips half-choked with the things I want to say.
But it's too late and I'm alone.
All I can think of now is: Will you leave me late or soon?
The question is never, "Will you leave?", but "When?"
Everybody leaves me eventually.
And if I can't stand the thought of living without you now,
How will I live when you are gone?
Eyes
Eyes
Eyes darker than death,
Older that time,
Deeper than the Ocean
Eyes
Eyes bluer than sky,
Younger than life,
Softer than silk
Eyes
Caressing eyes,
warm in the fire's light.
Smiling eyes.
Eyes
Gentle eyes,
glistening like twin sapphires.
Serious eyes.
Eyes
Where are you now?
I Dreamed
Last night, I dreamed
of laughing blue eyes
in a kind face,
and of the love we shared.
As much as I wish to acknowledge it,
it must be hidden
to die in the cold
when we are alone once more.
Last night, I dreamed
of silky brown hair
warm with the fire's heat.
The fire we shared together.
As much as I wish to rebuild the fire,
The sparks are already dead.
We must be apart,
drawn by our separate destinies.
Last night, I dreamed
of a warm body
that shared my bedroll
under the cold sparkle of the stars.
As much as I wish to share it again,
it is put away for the daytime.
Last night is a memory
And memories are all I will have.
Last night, I dreamed
of you, my secret love,
holding my body next to yours
as we loved through the night.
As much as I wish to hold you again
you are gone,
leaving behind precious memories
that I wish I could forget.
Do you love me now?
If I was to die?
Would you even cry
You better not lie
Because I can read your mind
And I know in this ryhme
That you'll be mine
You like to play with girls
I watch you in your world
Most people would hurl
But I like it
Because there pieces of shit
I love you every last bit
What? You don't remember me?
How can that be?
I'll make you see
You fucked me last year
My first time, didn't you here?
I only want you near
You want me gone?
Don't get me wrong
But you'll like my song
You can use
You can abuse
But you can never refuse.
We'll play together
Forever
Don't you ever say never
Because I love you
And you know it's true
Far more then any of these bitches do
Rejoice
Because I'm going to give you a choice
Baby don't speak to me in that tone of voice.
Because I'm your star
I know lets go to a bar
Lets use my car
And then we can fuck
I'm yours to pluck
Or Perhaps I should start to suck
You should put down that phone
The cops won't be at home
Me and you all alone
You shouldn't yell
Somethings wrong, I can tell
But I'll make it all well
I should be your wife
I should be in your life
What knife? I don't have a knife
Oh wow, Oh wow!
So much blood...but how?
Hey baby, do you love me now?
One day there was a very sick king. He felt very bad and had grown thinner.
"What can be done? how can we cure the king?" The consultants of the king ask every child and every man in the realm.
The doctors said: "There is only one remedy for the king. lioness milk he need to drink."
"Lioness's milk?" tremble everyone, "You can't milk lioness! Lioness devouring whoever that get close to it."
King whispered, "Who will bring me a lioness milk?"
Jumped one of the doctors, young short fellow, and exclaimed: "I am obliged to bring." "You? you are not strong hero," said the King consultants.
"Give me 10 goats and I'll bring the milk to the king," he said.
"Lioness milk the king need not goat milk," said the consultants. "Don't worry I'll bring the milk to remedy the King."
Young doctor went out with the goats following him, till he arrive at the lions' den,there he saw a big lioness lie and nursing her cubs. The lioness is quiet and majestic, but a lioness that nursing her cubs is a dangerous one, even more than the lion, the king of the animals.
She can jump and devour whoever get close to her. The young doctor stop and stand in front of the lion's den and didn't approached, and ּfrom that distance he throw one goat to the cave, the Lioness jump on the gout and devour her. The young doctor returned the next day, taking another step to the lion's den and throw a second goat, the lioness devour the gout this time as well. In the third day took the youngest one step closer and threw a third goat, and again the lioness devour the gout.
Thus the 10 days pass, each day throw the youngest a goat to the lion's den, and each day the lioness devour the gout, and ּeach day the youngest get closer and closer.
10 days after clinging to the open of the cave, very close to the lioness. The lioness shove her snout to the youngest hand, opened her mouth and licked it! wanted to get another goat. The youngest Stroked the lioness, play with her and milk her filling a full jar.
Then he start his way back to the king to bring him the milk, on his way he stop and went to sleep and had a dream. In the dream appeared his body limbs that start to debate between themselves.
Feet said, "We are the most important. Without us the man couldn't have go successful to the lion's den."
Hands responded: "We are more important. Without us the man could not have milk the lioness."
Eyes said: "We are above the rest. We show the man the way without us he would not have arrived."
Announce the heart: "Pay attention! I'm above all: without my good advices, the advices of the heart, you would have done nothing."
Replied tongue and said: "I'm better from you all, there is no use to actions without talking." The other organs were angry on the tongue: "How dare you to compare yourself to us? you sit in the dark inside the mouth, and even bones you don't have. you are not important at all." "I'm in control of you," insist the tongue.
Strange dream, the guy thought when he woke up, not I'll not forget it. When He arrive to the palace he walk in, and his tongue said to the king: "Please, here is the dog (it suppose to be another word but I won't use it here ) milk I obliged to bring." "Milk dog?" furiously said the King, "I asked the lioness milk. Hang the man!" Panicked reproductive body. Told them the thought as follows: "In one phrase I brought you to the gallows. If I'll save you, you will admit that I rule?" "Yes," said all the limbs. Then said the tongue to the hang men "Bring me back to the king." ask the youngest the King (in fact, his tongue ask): "Why did you order to hang me?" The king replied: "Because you bring me milk dog instead of Lioness milk." Explain him: "Hunters also call lioness dog. It a language matter. I brought lioness milk, drink it and recover." The King drink it and cured. release the young doctor, praise him and sand him on his way.
All the organs said together: "Well done tongue, she controls us all.
life and death in the hand of the tongue. "