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I knew he was up to no good from the very beginning. Those eyes, shifting this way and that, the way he ran his tongue over his lower lip, yeah, I knew there would be trouble and trouble was his middle name.
I watched him as he slunk along the wall, peering around the corner towards the lighted room beyond. He’d make quick darting looks backward, as if he suspected that someone was watching. I thought that letting him make his move would be the wisest choice. I wasn’t about to let myself get into some disastrous situation without just cause. I had gotten into trouble about the Rowntree incident and wasn’t going to let myself get dragged down again.
I let him get further ahead of me. I could hear the scrape of a chair as he brushed past it. I knew just where he was now. I knew that room like the back of my hand, every inch of it.
He was getting closer to the cabinet now. Did he think I was that dumb? Stuff like this you don’t hide in some two bit wall cabinet. I heard the door shut softly as he heaved a disgruntled breath. I could see his shadow pass the wall in front of me, he was heading for the closet now. The hinges squeaked and I heard a soft gasp. I almost chuckled at that. I knew that leaving those hinges unoiled was a good idea. He started rummaging through the closet, I could hear boxes being moved and the rustle of papers. It was time to make my move.
Holding my breath I crept forward, not making a sound, though I felt for sure my pounding heart should surely give me away. I got to the doorway and peered around it. He was still leaning into the closet, totally absorbed in his search. I could see the tail end of his shirt out past the closet door. Suddenly I heard a whispered, “Yes!”. He had it, and I had him. That whisper and the crisp rattle of that distinctive paper was all I needed.
“I’ve got you, you little weasel! What did I tell you about candy before dinner?”
“Aw gee, Mom!!! I never get away with anything around here!”
“As it should be, son.”
I've never shared anything here before, but the other night I was looking through some old things I'd written and figured, why not?
Among the lightened paths I stand,
No fear for me to dread,
No songs within my head,
And no rest upon this bed.
Arise to see the murky water
Which delight here.
I'd walk but every sleepy path
Reminds me of the game,
And the sorrow of that name,
And that all are but the same.
In the wasted lives of others
I collapse near.
Oh! upon the shuffling sands of night,
To wander in the deep.
Too weary still to sleep,
And yet too glad to weep.
Ever placed within the background,
Straining to hear.
A never ending struggle here
Beneath our blackened sky.
Where sad hearts cannot die,
And the lonely often spy.
To chance a glimpse along the shore
Of the last tear.
So I'll meet them in the meantime,
And forsake the memory,
And wait quietly by the sea,
With no comfort there for me.
But to hang up all the thoughts
Which still haunt me.
______________________________________
For blessed wandering thought I plea
For wanton courage no king can see
To mountains slain by heavens' tears
Or land and brook designed by years
It is but one to whom may fly
Dancing 'midst her sighing eye.
For she may glimpse what no one can:
Old life outlived beside a span.
And darkest clouds bespeak her love,
Thus things of night we know not of.
To her they cry from bards of old,
Prancing 'round yon stories told.
And speak but once unto her eyes
Once beheld by hoary lies.
From whence you cannot live along,
Cannot sing your fortress' song.
But only will she stay in part,
For she cannot reside in heart.
Though love's smile fades with thickened sight,
It cannot pray to stop her flight.
But one can justly manage so
To save her heart thus burned by woe.
I have a lot of things that I want some of you to comment on but I'll post a trilogy of 3 girls that I knew or admired in Austin.
Mysterios Girl pt. 1
She had a good taste for lovers
The kind that made her sweat in her dreams
And stir the feelings that crept inside her closets
For days and days to go
She always knew what road to take
The ones with beautiful landscapes
The kinds that made you dream of lives you never had
She always chose the right songs
The one's you sing along to while you drive
The one's that move your insides
And expose you like supernovas
She drove to work on weekends
Because she loved the taste of sadness
She slept on holidays
And ate at midnight
She'd drink at noon
And waited again till Sunday
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Mysterious Girl pt 2
She reads books at 1 am
Writes poetry of her ex
Ecalades with her fears and smiles at her folly
Like a child watching her cartoon end
Like a chimney with a dying fire
So much for her sad skin
And for her desperate laughter
The likes of which crawled down your spine
Because she missed her sadness
Because she missed her lover
Because she missed the taste of loneliness
Because her heart had pounded
The size of a seismic wave
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chick blogs (mysterious girl pt. 3)
i read her most everytime
the loneliness in my mind
she spills with sadness
through her bendy lines
such soft prose
she's like the every day girl
chick flicks
skating
gossip
wine, maybe
i give her my lines
she declines
it's been a year
that she melted me
and i still feel it's best
to keep safe distance
until she writes again
And here's another one I'd like to share with you guys as well.
There is No Girl
There's never a girl
The long hours, winding faces, distorted messages
Oh how I spill my guts so much, so much, so much
there is pros and cons about women being allowed in combat...just getting them in the general area
is so very dangerous..
this is dedicated to women in War" one person i talked with, He lost his wife, and his little girl lost her mother, he told me still today he writes her letters, and his little girl still wants to write her mother.
‪Letters‬‏ - YouTube
Letters [2]
verse
I`ll sit down tonight
try to write You one more time,
between the heart, and the candlelight.
when You come back to Me.
Heres this old photograph,
Your favorite song running through My head,
did I mention..how hard it is
when I have to let you go all over again.
Chorus:
I will sign...forever.
and place it here in my heart.
I will send this in care of..
everyday that goes by....
I will sign it.. I love You...
with all the X`s and O`s...
Baby.. its not so easy
writing this letter to You...
Verse
Every now and then
She and I will sit down to write
between the dresses and the ponytails,
Kate`s so much like you.
...and theres that old picture of Us
how long is forever Dad..
a little prayer, and its off to bed
baby we`re doing fine..
chorus
..and We signed it...forever..
We both crossed our hearts.
We will send this in care of..
everyday that goes by....
Then We sign it.. I love You...
with all the X`s and O`s...
Baby.. its not so easy
...writing these letters to You.
Then We sign it.. I love You...
so many X`s and O`s...
Baby.. its not so easy
...writing these letters to You.
no Baby.. its not easy
...writing these letters to You...
I knew he was up to no good from the very beginning. Those eyes, shifting this way and that, the way he ran his tongue over his lower lip, yeah, I knew there would be trouble and trouble was his middle name.
I watched him as he slunk along the wall, peering around the corner towards the lighted room beyond. He’d make quick darting looks backward, as if he suspected that someone was watching. I thought that letting him make his move would be the wisest choice. I wasn’t about to let myself get into some disastrous situation without just cause. I had gotten into trouble about the Rowntree incident and wasn’t going to let myself get dragged down again.
I let him get further ahead of me. I could hear the scrape of a chair as he brushed past it. I knew just where he was now. I knew that room like the back of my hand, every inch of it.
He was getting closer to the cabinet now. Did he think I was that dumb? Stuff like this you don’t hide in some two bit wall cabinet. I heard the door shut softly as he heaved a disgruntled breath. I could see his shadow pass the wall in front of me, he was heading for the closet now. The hinges squeaked and I heard a soft gasp. I almost chuckled at that. I knew that leaving those hinges unoiled was a good idea. He started rummaging through the closet, I could hear boxes being moved and the rustle of papers. It was time to make my move.
Holding my breath I crept forward, not making a sound, though I felt for sure my pounding heart should surely give me away. I got to the doorway and peered around it. He was still leaning into the closet, totally absorbed in his search. I could see the tail end of his shirt out past the closet door. Suddenly I heard a whispered, “Yes!”. He had it, and I had him. That whisper and the crisp rattle of that distinctive paper was all I needed.
“I’ve got you, you little weasel! What did I tell you about candy before dinner?”
“Aw gee, Mom!!! I never get away with anything around here!”
“As it should be, son.”
I do love coming here and reading all the wonderful works. This place is like a breath of fresh air.
I shared this poem with a fellow poster and she suggested I share it here. As I told her, I am an atheist. As a poet, however, I do use the word "God". To me it is a word that means "love". Here is the poem:
What Is Love?
God is love.
For what is life
without love?
The love
of a parent;
the love
of a lover;
the love
of a child.
Love lives inside.
God is love.
God lives inside.
HE is the love.
Love of life,
love all life.
What matters
most
is only love.
Freely shared...
God is love.
12-20-99
1:25 am
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Letters [a song I finished]
