Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fantastic write on what goes around comes around. This one is well organized.

we spill our hearts
at the turn of the pen
and get stuck by a pin
instead.
just a small prick
but the blood gushes
staining the tile
crimson.

I hide within my pain
finding nothing to gain
everything comes out the same
it is just our little game.

can not still a sharp tongue
it will eventually ...

innocence is lost on the wise
innocence is forgotten by the elder
innocence is missed by the youth
and love is fleeting.


There are times when we listen not to our hearts and later regret the choices made for us. Many a first love is buried under, you don't know what love is, you are too young. But ...

in a word jam with joni-marie in the dark, but now it says to log in and I can't. What's up

sorry.

perhaps
he has
designs
on we
i'll turn
the screws
you his
head
no need
of worries
he knows
your mine
kick him
where it
burns
and
we'll both
live rent free.

someones wife?
indeed
spank him
next
time
tonight?
a date
bills
and my wyles
only pay
so many
morning
is best
for
poetic
love making.

cheap rent
my mind set
get ready
go
you first

I must say this is well reconstructed. Especially putting "my eyes...come silent by." at the end really hit home for me. I do feel that the first line of that stanza could be shortened by only one word. 'Loves', I think could be omitted and add an 's' to confession, or not.

Enjoyed this one.

i appreciated the visual set up of this work, the images it formed from the page to my eye, like rising and falling.

Fiery bed
lamp post
for lust
a slow death.
Each heart beat
starts another
spark.
Brainwaves sleep
through euphoria.

Silent whispers
from pouting lips
but always
lies.
Voices echoing
sweet deceptive
lullabies
as a full moon
sets over shadows.

Fingertips
burn trails.
Liquid fire flows
through
around ...

no, we do not know each other, such a pity.

my appearance in 2000.

thanks for the reply.

lily.

"thunder chicken"
joel
my posts 2000
you two too
early.

These posts
edits.

joel appreciated
your poem.

thank you
kind sirs.

lily

Doreen, how nice to read you here.

do i know you?

love pointless
lust pleasurable

love hurtful
lust fulfilling

love blind
lust knows
what it really is.

lily

crimson lips
lies told true.
silken tongue
bitter sweet truths
to entrance
enrapture
ensnare the unaware.

ruby nails
craw bleeding hearts
open to pour
cynical speech
in infected wounds
making heart
stone, unapproachable.

amber eyes
burning embers
of lustful thought
to the core
of innocence ...

verse one stanza three stands out for me. Perhaps she was not worth your time or effort. There is someone better for you.


lily.