Creative Corner (speech, money, words)

[Javier77]

PARIS OR NOT...










Here I come!

[Javier77]

PARISITES.




Leave her alone.

With your stupid questions about her boyfriends and stuff.

Stalking her each time she goes out shopping

Each time she goes to a party

Each time she says some attractive local guy "I love you", or something...

Give her space.

Put your microphones down for a second.

Paparazzies from hell.

Leave my number one alone!

[Javier77]

"WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS"



Said Rick Blaine smoking his cigar, a smug look on his face.

Sam felt a little bit ankward and rolled his eyes.

He just played it again.

[Javier77]

LONDON AT NIGHT



The Moon high above

The air so cold

The birds singing and stuff

And...wait a sec??

OPSSS, nevermind.

[Javier77]

YOU CANNOT DO IT PARIS



You have been naughty.

You have to control yourself.

It's not a game, Paris.

Not cool at all.

Look what you've done.

Now what?

Taking Hellen like that back to Troy.

Now Menelao is kinda pissed.

You naughty boy!

[Javier77]

WITHOUT MY HIGH HEELS I AM NOBODY, YOU TOLD ME ONCE



So go ahead, put them on. I'm not Tom Cruise and you are not Nicole Kidman. I do not care if you're taller now than I am. Do you think I have insecurities? Do you think I care about the way people stare at us, and their whispers? Do you think I mind lifting my head so I can kiss you? For you, I can handle the neck pain. When it rains you find out before I do. We are happy, my love. So put them on, and get ready, we are going out tonight. Just bring me the wheelchair and help me climb on ; I'll take it from there.

[Robinwomb]

Quadga Lake

When I am lost in the world
And wrapped in chains
This is when I feel her pull
See her great bending cedars
With their mythical claws
Beckoning me to her womb
I hear the cries of loons
Echo through my memory
And the mist of her still waters
Rises to warm my soul
I paddle effortlessly
Down rivers of pure joy
Glance across the banks
To see spiders dancing
Across the weeds
Breaking up the light
Through elegant webs
In celebration of my return
The trail to Quadga Lake
Is littered with pine needles
To greet my weary feet
It swallows my sadness
And leads me to a place of rest
Darkness closes the trail behind me
Lest I remember the pain I left behind
And her vast expanse of water sparkles
Gently carries me far back in time
To when everything made sense
And time no longer ticks
I am home

[Drk Chkl8]

I wished our start was different. I’d ran from the abusive arms of another man. I’d wished I had it all together. So, my self abuse you wouldn’t have needed to comprehend.

I wished we stayed together. I wished we would have waited. I wished we’d never had sex. Looking back, I wished we only dated.

I wished we’d done better. Maybe in another life. I know had we worked passed our issues. You’d more than likely be my husband and I’d be your wife.

I wished I’d never pissed you off through the unexplained mood swings I’d had so much. I wished, to you, I could open up and really talk. Instead I only conversed through kiss, sex, and touch.

I wished we could have just woke up… In a relationship- purely platonic. The world says, “Sex clarifies things.” But from so much confusion, we broke up…Isn’t that ironic?

I wish sex did clarify things. That way I could keep it straight in my head…that sex with you and randoms outside of marriage, Hmmm…I’ve always known I should have never climbed in your beds.

But I did and I wished I hadn’t. So, in prayer I went down on my knees. So sad, I’d never gotten it together. Not long after, I invited the world into my “Sex Sprees.”

Now, I wish that I could help the whole world from certain doom and assure you all that you can wait. Stop eating everybody’s groceries and tossing salads! Enjoy one another on our wedding days.

I can’t lie. LOL! There are times that I wish I could do it. Sex you all, I’d do well. But to go without it all this time for the Lord and purposely mess up? Personally, I’d wish, more so, to burn in hell.

I can’t wish to wish anymore. The struggle is oh so real. But through all these dang gone wishes, You’ll know exactly how I feel.

I still love you…always will. To have you would be a dream. I wish only to be with you, or anybody else for that matter, morally right…Only if the Lord deems.

cbell1974@WordPress.com

[coschristi]

Don't read this.

"Hey don't you want to go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles"
---"Low" by Cracker

Nah, Cracker. I don't wanna go d-o-w-n. I hate d-o-w-n. I need to go UP.

'Member me? Pepsi Generation kid here. Too white for crack, too sad for smack, I found my perfect match almost 30 years ago.

But not today I am too broke. I make a better ***** than I do a wife. I'm going down now. One of these days its gonna kill me; going without.

[homina12]

I wrote this about 10 years ago....

My House

It's a drunken landscape,
or one I dreamed,
where houses creep along hillsides
like guilty sheep.

Oddly, there are no trees,
and odder still
the leaves swirl and crackle
in the sharp wind.

One house is bleached and dry.
Inside the light
is golden, but not warm,
and shadows dance.

And behind the shadows?
So pale, ghostly,
a twisted shape I knew
thrashes inward.

The wind stills as I reach
the door. Beneath
me tortured boards drop
through dusty clouds.

I catch myself, but just
before I fall.
I run through mystery leaves
and treeless sheep,
from the bleached dry house where I live.