Poetry and more.

[SomeGuyFromVenezuela]

enjoy.

winter rain storm

i walked outside last night, and it felt like i night i'd call you on. it was cold, it was raining, and i was down

though i finally gathered up my senses, and shuffled my way through the door. and took off the shoes that i wore.

threw my jacket off my back, and turned up the thermostat, the song told me not to look back. that i could never look back.

in response i switched off the radio, and picked up my not so old guitar. it was the stereo's turn to listen to a song.

and as i struggled through the last few words, and strummed the chords to an ending, i was reminded there was no one there at all.

though there's tapping outside my window, it brush it off as the trees, it's not anything that wants me. that's for sure.

so i'll struggle through these last few words, and strum these chords to an end, and remind myself, once a time again, that there's no one really here at all.

[SomeGuyFromVenezuela]

End.

end...
and there on the stairs,
standing there,
arm outstretched,
point and glare,
watching the love,fall to our feet,
into the floor to disappear.

We’re finding fault,
when you kissed her or you slept with him,
or you didn’t care…

now it all breaks,
disintegrates.
Well this is the last thing I’ll take
cause'I can’t face you now.

This is the end,
there’s nothing to keep.
This is the end of you and me.
As the ice comes down it’s the end,
as the lies come out it’s the end,
as the tears flow out it’s the end.
it's the end of you and me

so we’ll look out on the lake and we see the white light.
I said it was gold.
It should have been gold.
Then maybe all the crazy things you said would have a meaning,
but this thing we have made it can't stop,
it won't stop… cause' I can’t face you now.
Take your troubles solo,
this is the end of you and me.

[SomeGuyFromVenezuela]

Bled buttercup notes from the waist up. She stands in the light, with the light. She stands under the light and it is painting. The chiaroscuro element of skin makes my eyes unwrap like an onion's skin. Purple circled ivory, if you could imagine. Obscures the memory but tastes better than bittersweet, depending. Her shoulders barely reflect, in the mirror behind the dresser where she stands, where the shrugging of hers is only half a shoulder real. And I tell her something along the lines of causerie. When smiling, there is a definition on lips. When up, her hair has a circus trick definition in each strand. She won't notice until she looks in the mirror- then she'll take out the spikes, pull down the tent. She has pajama pants and knee high socks on, but nothing else. She holds her breasts, barely. She won't let me see where I have been under the covers. It's the most uncomfortable beauty of all, and she wears it well. I wonder what she's waiting for, so does she. Her hands reluctantly drop and there she is, here I am. Her body follows her pajama legs and she decides she'd rather be with me, in bed. The covers come back up and under her purple sheets it's like we're an onion's skin, unraveling each other one layer at a time.

[fun1990]

ZZZZZZZZ!!!

[bunzy]

that's nice dude;I like the first one particularly I can even imagine the song you're saying that reminds me when I broke up with my girl last year, keep doing your thing.

[Britchlins]

Love

Love is like a penny
Shiny bright and new
Many try to find it
But chosen are so few

The need for love expands the globe
But so few are blessed to find it
So if love does come your way
Dont flaunt it but dont hide it.

B

[Juliana_Dominguez]

i do write songs... but it's poetic, so it's somehow related to this topic, right?!? lol i'll post some stuff that i wrote here when i've got time...

[SomeGuyFromVenezuela]

i do write songs... but it's poetic, so it's somehow related to this topic, right?!? lol i'll post some stuff that i wrote here when i've got time...

heh u can post whatever u want =) cutie :oops: ill post some new poems =)[/b]

[vikmakki]

fun..you know what's really boring? hearing you go on and on about your stupid fucking car all the time. how about that for some zzzzzzzs you rude bastard?