I wear your shirt to bed at night
and dream of nipples tasting right
between my lips and books and dreams
my needs are forced on paper reams
that metamorph to splinter sails
and surf my rattled inner eye
I count the worlds where caught fish praise
the hook that forces beauty's glaze
between the eyes of ewes who scream
and loves who have no saudered seems
I'm sick of waking with the thought of this,
your fingers at my neck in bliss, your wince
that's wasted me in all dreams since, your hiss,
and tight drawn bodice fit to wear a Prince
Those sugar coated flinches make me smile,
the careless, cheerful wile is gagged and stuffed.
Was there a wink when you muffed things tactile?
Will this, your rising bile, keep cruelty cuffed?
A doubled rhyme scheme for your doubled heart!
For your wet fear, a tart and sour lick.
And for that inner prick, a work of art
This vengeance, for my part, lasts but a tick.
Oh pointless cries of love, and yes, of pain!
Lost sainthood and shed blood one can't
What Was:Is:I Hope Survives by Tsukamei, literature
Literature
What Was:Is:I Hope Survives
In an instant came our binding
In an instant pasts were gone for sake of image
Whether we who did the binding
knew the need for such an image is up for grabs
The first of our secrets
The first of our stories and good music
Learning to keep secrets
wholly ours while keeping those of our friends
I always
knew you cared for us
even when
there were things to hide
There is less and less to say, I know, but
truly, I love you, so Merry Christmas
I wear your shirt to bed at night
and dream of nipples tasting right
between my lips and books and dreams
my needs are forced on paper reams
that metamorph to splinter sails
and surf my rattled inner eye
I count the worlds where caught fish praise
the hook that forces beauty's glaze
between the eyes of ewes who scream
and loves who have no saudered seems
I'm sick of waking with the thought of this,
your fingers at my neck in bliss, your wince
that's wasted me in all dreams since, your hiss,
and tight drawn bodice fit to wear a Prince
Those sugar coated flinches make me smile,
the careless, cheerful wile is gagged and stuffed.
Was there a wink when you muffed things tactile?
Will this, your rising bile, keep cruelty cuffed?
A doubled rhyme scheme for your doubled heart!
For your wet fear, a tart and sour lick.
And for that inner prick, a work of art
This vengeance, for my part, lasts but a tick.
Oh pointless cries of love, and yes, of pain!
Lost sainthood and shed blood one can't
What Was:Is:I Hope Survives by Tsukamei, literature
Literature
What Was:Is:I Hope Survives
In an instant came our binding
In an instant pasts were gone for sake of image
Whether we who did the binding
knew the need for such an image is up for grabs
The first of our secrets
The first of our stories and good music
Learning to keep secrets
wholly ours while keeping those of our friends
I always
knew you cared for us
even when
there were things to hide
There is less and less to say, I know, but
truly, I love you, so Merry Christmas
I wear your shirt to bed at night
and dream of nipples tasting right
between my lips and books and dreams
my needs are forced on paper reams
that metamorph to splinter sails
and surf my rattled inner eye
I count the worlds where caught fish praise
the hook that forces beauty's glaze
between the eyes of ewes who scream
and loves who have no saudered seems
Favourite genre of music: I listen to everything from classical to death metal, with the exception of rap Operating System: Windows Office YAY! MP3 player of choice: ITunes Favourite cartoon character: Heero Yuy, Vampire Hunter D, Boogiepop Personal Quote: "Ad Astra Per Aspera"
Favourite Visual Artist
Yoshitaka Amano, Jiuge
Favourite Movies
Labyrinth, Jesus Christ Super Star, What Dreams May Come, The Pink Panther, Blue Sub. #6
Favourite Writers
Robert Frost, Sylvia Plath, Charlaine Harris, Dan Abnett
Favourite Games
Tales of Phantasia, FF4
Favourite Gaming Platform
Super Nintendo, Nintendo 64, PS2, and Nintendo DS Lite
Tools of the Trade
Pencils, RHYMER online, MWord Thesaurus, ripped up halves of note cards and a small cardboard box
If you get more than 30, counseling is recommended.
If you get more than 20, you’re mildly paranoid.
If you get 11-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you either have a learning disability or are chemically imbalanced in some other way.
People who don’t have any are liars, obviously.
I Fear…
[ ] the dark
[X] staying single forever
[x] being a parent
[x] giving birth
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[ ] closed spaces
[X] heights
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[X] spiders
[ ] flowers or other plants
Total so far: 5
[ ] being touched
[ ] fire
[ ] deep water
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk
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I'm thinking of sending out a challenge. In short, the point would be to write a poem summarizing each of the ten commandments. As in, one poem for one commandment, ten poems in total. They can be any form, any length.
Let me know what you think.