Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking...still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight, She hers, he his, pursuing ~Walt Whitman: The Dalliance of the Eagle

I'm not a poet. I just put pretty words together and watch what happens. a thousand sweet wounds I. let's play hide-and-seek with our ghosts, we'll be like fairies, fingers sticky and sweet while the...when I think of my golden nights it's not a love poem, my dear- the ghost in me just wanted you to know that I still have the bruises, yellow and green turning purple after thirty years 27.07.201

You promised me forever I fade into the background, and watch the world go by I laugh with my friends but on the inside I cry And sometimes I stare out into the rain and...                

erasureathon is going on again! And here is my submission for this round :) Title: a song never forgotten fails Rating: G Fandom (of original text): Chronicles of Narnia Pairings/Characters...something unnamable inside Peter sits, rapt eyes dark shadows devouring the honeyed wine, heavy stamped in gold upon the crimson he makes himself his own gold roars bright drowning, still silen

I wrote you a letter; and than threw it away.. Its times like these; we all have so much to say.. I couldn't find the words; my heart to numb to feel.. I can still hear your voice; to loud to be real...can't believe this has happened.. you were only here for 20 years.. I have to close my eyes; or live my worst fears.. I wrote you a letter; Its the only thing that makes it okay.. ©Yolanda Curiel 200

So what if my curiosity was like an animal? My curiosity would be like a squirrel. A squirrel who likes to devour the easy to get nuts. But also treasures and studies the rare or the hard nuts. It craves the challenge to obtain the best or the forbidden ones. For the easy ones, it is just a meal.   This is something that I wrote at work during my break.

I warned that a poem was brewing... 'The Loss of a Precious Acorn ' A little piece of nature, That dwells inside my cage Of human thoughts and feelings, Is shattered in a rage. A forceful string of... :) *Blushes* I am kinda glad I have no friends on here now & hope that the one I do possess doesn't find too many faults in my grammar :P That was fun. I might allow this to happen more often

...a crude form of   toxic                                                                                                 poetry . I'm scared of gym class, short sleeves, scars, memories, the past, loneliness, forever... [the past = forever] when I get those looks in the hallway, I feel scared of what they...

Gods Of Luxury - Sensations of Tone 1995 (120mb)

The Vinegar Thief Baffled, the shop keep paused, and thought, Who would want to steal vinegar? Sour and stench, burns like vodka, sears the skin like rock salt. But I'm addicted to the unpleasantness...slides into the hem of my coat and quick as a newborn from the womb I slip out the door, no one the wiser. For who on earth would steal vinegar, no matter how expensive it may be. ©AAD 201