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PlayfulTigress

01-27-2002, 07:20 PM

~By Lindsay Rae~

The blindfold makes everything black
The stereo makes sound lack
The bindings upon my body’s tight
Though if not bound, I would not fight

As the crop comes down upon my flesh
Pain and pleasure will surely mesh
A soft cry escapes my lips
As You test on me the many whips

“That’s a good whore,” You say to me
Through Your words, I truly feel free
I’m sure others man not understand
But Your love keeps my life far from bland!

You spank me even when I’m good
And I enjoy it as a good girl should
You twist my nipples just to tease
But You’re always kind enough to please

After our session is done
Our hearts, they become one
Nestled safely in Your arms is where I’ll stay
Until the next time we decide to play

Sharing my life with You is never a dull thing
So many wonderful things to this relationship You bring
I love You, Michael, with all my soul
And my heart, You surely stole!

xanne

01-27-2002, 09:01 PM

I had never realised the power of erotic peotry - these are wow.......and beautifully sensual.

I will be looking forward to more.

Thanks for starting the thread Glyndwr!

The LOM

01-27-2002, 11:11 PM

~No apology~

I'd say I was sorry
For causing such a stir
But honestly I did not know
Exactly where you were

The long night of drinking
Had my inner compass bent
I meant to exit camp, and pee
Then sneak back to my tent

I would like to apologize
For pissing on your hubby Jim
But you and I know very well-
That man wasn't him.

The LOM

01-27-2002, 11:14 PM

Standing silent once spoken the words became broken

as she offered a token by removing a shoe.

He had erred only slightly at her request of the nightly

And the room had too brightly exposed his “snafu.”

He apparently expected too much, but rejected

His mistake was projected from an inner-self storm.

She passed him his clothes as she buried her nose

In her hands the noise rose as she laughed at his bare form.

(been there)

Nubian

01-28-2002, 10:23 PM

She mounts him bravely.
Her nipples erect, blushes.
Her body shudders.

Tammi

01-29-2002, 09:30 PM

A practical joke?

They thought that might be her answer
She’s reaching out and wanting help
Whether the first time was real or not, she will understand
And in the end she will laugh,
They know her so well, after all.

It shall be one to free her of guilt and lies
Distract her broken heart
Put a smile on her face, happiness in her heart
And in the end she will laugh,
They know her so well, after all.

It shall heal, mend and free her very soul
Teach her self-awareness, self-acceptance and self-control
Disguise it with her own passions, desires, and needs
And in the end she will laugh,
They know her so well, after all.

Disregard her emotions, ignore her tears
Damn any rules, they will all have fun
It’s only a joke, who cares how it’s done.
And in the end she will laugh,
They know her so well, after all.

A practical joke?

Her mind spins, her eyes question
Distrust sets in giving way to a disbelieving heart
Withdraw, retreat and silence once again
In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried
Yes they know her so well, after all.

Guilt was used, lies were added upon to gain her trust
Have her repeat her story, break her heart once more
The smile froze, the heart stopped
In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried
Yes they know her so well, after all.

Healing with false passion, mending with magic tricks, her soul with empty promises
A lesson of shameful lust, non-acceptance and losing control
Rejecting her dreams of passions, desires and needs.
In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried
Yes they know her so well, after all.

Continuous tearing of her emotions, never blind to her tears
Damn the rules, she did too, she should be having fun
What difference should it make if this time was all arranged
In the end it wasn’t real, she learned of the joke, she cried
Yes they know her so well, after all.

A practical joke?

She looks through eyes seeing nothing, the tears dry up
She moves about feeling nothing, the heart now closed
Her mind still reeling in disbelief at the cruelty
Because in the end it wasn’t real, and she doesn’t understand the joke
They know her not, they never will.

Lilith

01-29-2002, 09:48 PM

A very heartfelt poem.... describes very well how it feels to be wounded. Thanks for sharing~~~~~~~~>Lilith

Glyndwr

01-30-2002, 09:13 AM

Hi Tammi

Very moving

Misancha

01-30-2002, 11:40 AM

I had never thought of using poetry in such a wild way. The best way to get to the point across to the reader. Lets have more of this sexy literature. well done all of the poets.

xXx Misancha xXx

PlayfulTigress

01-30-2002, 12:36 PM

~By Lindsay Rae~

I lie awake at the darkest hours of night
I feel the heavy chains of slumber hold me down
As I try to escape my pillowy prison
I shiver, though the room is quite warm
I feel the soft, feathery touch of fingertips
As they glide gently across my skin
Each touch feels like the first time
My breath quickens slightly
As a finger brushes against my nipple
Slowly the fingertips tickle their way up my arm
Leaving goose bumps in their path
They caress my cheek and the side of my neck
Ever so slightly, they travel down my sides
And across my tummy
I can feel the fiery warmth build up inside me
As the fingers play with my curly hair
As if by instinct I part my legs
I offer myself to the sweet seduction
As I have many times before...

xanne

01-30-2002, 12:49 PM

beautiful Tigress, sensual and mmmmmm............so erotic

PlayfulTigress

01-30-2002, 01:06 PM

Thank you. :o

Aqua

01-30-2002, 01:16 PM

Very well spoken Tigress, and sensual as well as erotic.. ;)

I like it a lot! :D

PlayfulTigress

01-30-2002, 01:42 PM

Thanks babe. :)

sugarfreecandy

01-30-2002, 03:48 PM

Wow, there's some fantastic writing posted here! It's so inspiring --- in all the best senses of the word! ;) Hooray for all the PixiePoets!!!

You've all inspired me to drag out some of my writing... It's not exactly erotic, although it hovers on the edge. I guess most of it qualifies more as 'sensual' than as 'erotic' --- hope it's appropriate here anyway.

--- sweetstuff

Aqua

01-30-2002, 03:49 PM

If your sketches are any kind of indicator, I'm sure your writing will be well received also! ;)

sugarfreecandy

01-30-2002, 03:51 PM

the scent of you

the scent of you
drifts into me
delirium
my altered consciousness
telescopes
you become
horizon
foreground
the whole picture
the landscape in your eyes
is suddenly
the only one I see
and the warm heartbeat
of your arm
around me
the gentle weight
anchors me to you
otherwise
I would fly
spinning
out of control
lost in the universe
of your smile

Aqua

01-30-2002, 03:57 PM

mmmmmmm.... I think I'm melting... ;) That was beautiful and moving Sweetstuff. *sigh*

sugarfreecandy

01-30-2002, 04:04 PM

your breath

your breath on my neck
my fingers along your spine
my heart in yours
your quivering devotion
my naked elation
your soft skin
your hard tongue
your heartbeat thundering
mine too
my life on fire
my love
I love
the feel of you
my hunger
your excitement
our love

Nubian

01-30-2002, 07:01 PM

Hips grinding obscenely.
Orgasmic waves receding.
She smiles happily.

sugarfreecandy

01-30-2002, 07:19 PM

Nubian ---

I love your writing! Your poems are so much the opposite of my own in form, but you capture very well the kind of sensuality and vivid imagery that I only aim for... I'm in awe! Please, keep writing, and keep sharing your work!

--- sweetstuff

Nubian

01-30-2002, 07:37 PM

Thanks SFC. I am really touched that you enjoy my (admittedly amateurish) attemp at Haiku.

Lilith

01-30-2002, 07:48 PM

I am a freak for all types of Haiku. Mine fall in the realm of nature but sex being natural I guess I may have to try a few too. Keep up the good work.......~~~~~~~~~~>Lilith

sugarfreecandy

01-30-2002, 07:49 PM

(Here's where we veer away from the erotic and land more completely in the realm of the sensual and romantic... Hope you all enjoy this anyway.)

illumination

he laughs you into sunshine
alone you are
depthless
as a grey day
monotone
but the moment
he opens his indigo eyes
mundanity shatters
you are
a technicolour rainbow
in your eyes
vibrant colour
saturates the room
and even
unbelievably
swirls into you
suddenly
you believe
in beauty
his brilliant love
shines from your eyes
and you are sunlight
he is laughter
together you are joy

Nubian

01-30-2002, 07:50 PM

Look forward to seing some of your work, natural or otherwise.

Nubian

01-31-2002, 07:07 PM

Eyes ever inviting,
Tongue eternally probing,
Bodies meshed in Love.

Glyndwr

01-31-2002, 07:09 PM

The lights were dimmed
The wine was chilled
I yearned for the morning after
For each time
I touched my girl
She burst out into laughter

I started well
We kissed and touched
But then my luck ran dry
I ran my fingers
Through her hair
And poked her in the eye

The scented oil
At £10 a throw
Would leave her begging for more
I opened her top
And the oil’s top
Then spilt it all over the floor

I lowered my pants
Down past my knees
But then I got a cramp
I made a grab
For something near
And hit her with the lamp

When she came around
I’d carried on
And was down to shirt and a sock
She opened her mouth
But slipped on the oil
And bit the end of my cock

So that was my first
And maybe my last
No more will a girl get my spunk
For after this time
I’ve now seen the light
And I’m starting a job as a monk

Aqua

01-31-2002, 07:12 PM

Sweetstuff, I must say I love your poetry... ;)

The LOM

01-31-2002, 07:16 PM

Gotta say... I laughed as much as I cringed!
I loved it!

Tammi

02-01-2002, 10:45 AM

That was wonderful. I could actually picture that and am still laughing. Being a rather clutzy female at times, I have can relate well to that. Thanks for the laugh.

Lilith

02-01-2002, 10:53 AM

Were you there the first time I attempted to do that as well..... If I remember right it actually ended in bloodshed. I am soooooo glad that practice makes perfect :) You are wonderfully creative!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>Lilith

sugarfreecandy

02-02-2002, 04:24 PM

Glyndwr --- That was hilarious!!!!

Nubian --- I loved your last poem, as I knew I would. Your work is terrific! Do you have more you could share with us?

And Lilith --- I for one would love to see some of your writing, sex-themed or no. One of the things I love about this place is that it's a chance to share both who we are as sexual beings, and who we are as total beings. Any chance to learn how people Pixies' folk think and live beyond their sexuality makes the sexy stuff so much more colourful and vibrant! Besides, I think you have a natural sense for words and imagery, from what you've posted elsewhere, and I'd love to see how you put it to use in your poetry...

Meanwhile, here are two more of mine...

(This is another sensual but non-erotic one... Love, even when not being expressed sexually, is always a very physical, sensory thing to me.)

goodnight

your face
rumpled with needing sleep
flushed with that ache of tiredness
awakes within me
a sudden softness
and a yearning
to gather you
with blankets
into sleep
to run cool fingers
over your burning eyes
drawing out the wrinkled worries
from your forehead
to curl my limbs against yours
and breathe with you
into serenity
to join heartbeats
in the rocking-chair pulse of dreams
wanting nothing more
than to wake up
beside you
in the expansive warmth
of your smile
forever

(This one dates from 1999, about a month before I started dating my current b/f --- my first and only really serious relationship. I've always thought that the poem conveyed the frustration of inexperience fairly well... It's obviously not as dreamy or idyllic as the other poems I've posted.)

pandora

pandora's box
won't open
her world is good and pure and
terrifyingly bland
cold grey mush
forced down her choking throat
pandora
shakes her box
hears the electric brilliance
of jalepeño lust
a spectacular consuming wish
for desire
another rattle
elicits the serrated crash
of anger
trembling its tension
against the citrus thrill
of jealousy flambé
pandora tears at the lock
fingers bleeding the only colour
in a vile cardboard landscape
she gnaws at a rusted hinge
ravenous for particles
of escaped spice
powdered evil spilled
she smells its exotic promise
but it remains imprisoned
try as she might
pandora's box won't open.

Nubian

02-02-2002, 05:52 PM

Thank you SFC ~~gushing, tripping all over self~~. I'll have a few more in a day or two. I dare say your two poems are really wonderful pieces; both from the same person and yet so different in sensibility:

"[Goodnight] is another sensual but non-erotic one..." I totally agree that erotic and sensual are two similar but different experiences. "Goodnight" does indeed exemplify the latter. I was particularly moved by the line that reads "flushed with that ache of tiredness". How poetic! So visual and drenched with emotion. And what can I say about "Pandora" except...exquisite!

This has definitely been my favorite thead at Pixies, by far. I feel like I'm really getting to know you guys (girls) through your words. It's such fun.

sugarfreecandy

02-05-2002, 02:08 AM

Nubian, thank-you so much --- you're too kind!

I've actually been told in writing classes that my writing is too sensual (this was referring to writing that wasn't erotic in the least, by the way --- it was about music) but I think that the senses are the key to experience. If you can't write about what you're perceiving, through those senses, then what is there to write about? Everything we know, we know through sensory experience... Of course, sex is just about the ultimate in sensory experience, which perhaps explains why I love it so much!

Anyway. Enough diatribe. I'll stop before this becomes another 'soapbox episode'! :D

I'm posting another of my poems in hopes of eliciting more of your Haikus in return. This one is in graphic format, as I think the formatting is integral to the piece, and I can't preserve that well enough on here. The poem is called 'libertad'.

--- sweetstuff

Aqua

02-05-2002, 12:08 PM

Sweetstuff, It's really hard to convey how truly wonderful and stunning your words are when I am left without a breath after reading them... *sigh*
Thank you for your sharing your writngs here! :)

Glyndwr

02-05-2002, 06:49 PM

Hi SFC

you were right about the graphics on libertad. they added to the mood without distracting from the sentiment

Radies

02-05-2002, 07:16 PM

I am kind of a hopeless romantic so sorry if this is a bit mushy for some. I wrote this after my best friend in the world found a boyfriend.

To experience fear of speaking
of love so close to heart.
A love trapped in a ring
like a poets unfinished art.

I speak yet nothing comes out.
I talk of life without a shroud,
but it's love I fear to give a shout.
As you leave my mind becomes a cloud.

For now I am late.
She found another with a mind so clear.
Love is something my heart will debate.
My soul has undergone many hardships and wear.

I feel I wish to meet the daggers end,
to this thought I shall not bend.

sugarfreecandy

02-05-2002, 07:49 PM

Radies --- That is an absolutely beautiful piece of writing! It conveys such powerful emotion... I'm moved! So sorry you had to go through that experience --- it's all too common, sadly... I hope you'll keep writing, and continue to share your poems with us here!

And Aquaman & Glyndwr... Thank-you so much for your compliments. I tend to be hyper-critical of my own work, so sharing here took some guts --- in fact, I was almost as nervous posting these as posting my pics, which is really saying something! But, just like with the pics, it gets easier to share the poems as I hear your encouraging comments. I'll try to dig out something more to share, when I get a chance.

--- sweetstuff

Radies

02-05-2002, 07:59 PM

Sorry for the more negitive aspect to my poetry. I often write about experiences that I've had. This is another one about my best friend Josh.

It's three in the morning,
and he's still not home.
Her heart is braking
because she's alone.

The spirits fill his body quickly,
He feels no sense of responsibility.
His friend's urging makes him party wearily.
Drinking away the night in the city.

A woman can not change his ways.
She mourns to see his mind decline.
His youth has seen such better days.
Times where his future was first in line.

As a friend, a brother without blood,
I tell you the bottle will make you a dud.

sugarfreecandy

02-06-2002, 08:46 AM

Radies, that's another powerful piece, so clearly heartfelt. I was very deeply moved, having had experiences close to that all too many times, experiences that ended very badly. I hope you can tell your friend how you feel about this situation.

--- sweetstuff

sugarfreecandy

02-06-2002, 09:02 AM

Here's something in a more erotic vein. A little longer, and definitely more steamy, than what I've posted here before...

together apart

I close my eyes
legs blissfully
open
to your
imagined
explorations

my fingers sink
into the velvet luxury
of my breasts
my nipples
fleshy gems
in my palms

your hands
in another room
ripple
sizzling waves
over your body

my wrists
skim lightly, hotly
over gentle curves
of waist and hip
fingers trickling
silken shocks over
belly and
mound

your somewhere-else hands
slide downwards too
kindling sparks as
hot coals, prodded,
burst aflame

those hands of yours
grasp burning flesh
their rhythms
pulsing you into
delight

as my fingers
slide deep
deep within

softness envelops
then spasms
lightening drenches
me
in dripping joy

you
though distant
know this
and your molten
pleasure
bursts forth
flooding my
imagined
body

we moan
together
in
unhearing
harmony

Radies

02-06-2002, 10:19 AM

Sugarfreecandy,
That was a very good piece. It was very erotic yet beautiful at the same time. I hope to read more of your work soon.
Radies

Glyndwr

02-06-2002, 07:05 PM

SFC

I like 'Together apart' very much. It is so apt for Pixies.

Glyndwr

02-06-2002, 07:08 PM

On a lighter note : a limerick entitled "Pixies-place"

There's a place I found on the 'net,
And lots of people I've met,
Some good and some bad
Some clever, some mad
But I've not met a normal one yet!!

legend

02-06-2002, 07:51 PM

I've seen this quaint poem on a few toilet walls:

here i sit
broken hearted
trying to shit
but only farted

enjoy the day!

Nubian

02-06-2002, 08:52 PM

LOL. Yup, that's a classic.

xanne

02-07-2002, 12:00 AM

I've been on holiday and came back to pixies only to be blown away by your poems. They are beautiful, imaginative. You go, girl!! Can't wait to have you post more. I enjoyed libertad - very visual.

Radies - your pieces are powerful, and I can share your feelings.

Nubian - sexy haiku - I didn't even think it could be done.

Glyndwr - do you want to start a new thread for funny poems?

Nubian

02-15-2002, 06:09 PM

Eyes Fever-like red,
Mall filled with shoppers
Yet she cries alone

Nubian

02-15-2002, 08:59 PM

The Penis Poem

My nookie days are over,
My pilot light is out,
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout.

Time was when, on its own accord,
From my trousers it would spring,
But now I've got a full-time job,
To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing,
The way it would behave,
For every single morning,
It would stand and watch me shave.

Now as old age approaches,
It sure gives me the blues,
To see it hang its little head,
And watch me tie my shoe .

legend

02-18-2002, 10:21 AM

heard that poem before. but still a goodie :)

Tammi

02-20-2002, 05:23 PM

Slide down a rainbow
Land on a cloud
Reach for a star
And dream out loud.

Fly with an angel
Blowing kisses in the air
Dance with the spirits
And dream without a care.

Play naked with a dreamer
Making love in a tree
Close your eyes to dream
And you may see me.

Tammi

02-20-2002, 05:31 PM

Softly – Psssst!
She heard the familiar whisper
The young woman looked up.

Again – Psssst
She started to smile
Her eyes beginning to glow.

Teasing – Come on!
She giggled softly
Her gaze turning to the window.

Flirting – Yes, nighttime and it’s snowing
She quickly went to look
Her smile grew wider.

Stimulating – You know you want to
She giggled louder
Her eyes dancing with excitement.

Seducing – It’s time baby, I dare you
She giggled and shed her clothes
Naked she ran laughing out the door.

Urging – Yes keep going, do it
She twirled around, her hands up catching the snow
She ran and laughed, sliding to the ground.

Peaking – That’s it, play, laugh, live
She rolled in the snow, teeth chattering
Then wet and cold she ran laughing back inside.

Triumphant – Feeling better now, aren’t you
She smiled climbing underneath the warm covers
Her eyes closed, she giggled softly.

Pleased – I might want much more
She pulled the covers over her head and giggled
Her body beginning to relax in the warmth.

Warning –Listening to me may prove risky
What fun would I have if I didn’t listen, she whispered
You are the voice of my heart, without you I wouldn’t exist.

Aqua

02-20-2002, 05:38 PM

Sweetstuff... EVERY time I read one of your poems my heart almost stops and I forget to breathe... I can't imagine what my face looks like to anyone passing by... I must look catatonic. After I finish reading I slowly become aware of the blood resuming flow through my veins, and my breath returning to it's steady rhythm.
Thank you.
*sigh*

Aqua

02-20-2002, 05:47 PM

As she writes
letters pour forth
from her mind

Words penned
and cast
from memories

As words connect
each line whispers
yet speaks strong

So thankful
for shared
feelings unveiled.

sugarfreecandy

02-21-2002, 02:38 PM

Wow, Aquaman, I think that's probably some of the highest praise I've ever received for my writing... For almost anything, in fact! And it's been a long time since I've inspired any poetry (other than my own) --- I'm so touched, I really don't know what to say, except of course THANK-YOU! *kiss*

Radies, thank-you so much! More is on its way...

Xanne, I'm glad you like the poems as well. Most of my pieces actually move around on the page like 'libertad' does, and the sense of space and movement is very important in terms of the writing process for me --- I tend to write very quickly and scatter the lines all over the page --- but these forums don't allow enough formatting to preserve that, so I'm making do... Just use your imagination as you read them and let certain lines reach out to you more, and certain lines break away entirely from the surrounding piece, and you'll get the idea.

Tammi --- I love the sense of play and sheer joy that comes through in those poems of yours! So different from the mood of the piece you posted here before! Keep writing, and keep sharing with us here!

Nubian --- That last Haiku you posted is so vivid! Amazing how a few words can be so incredibly dramatic. It brought back some very powerful memories for me, and actually would fit rather well with some of my poems, but I'm not sure that Pixies' forums are the best place to delve into my whole history of social phobia and panic attacks, yada yada yada... Still, I'd love to know what the background to that particular piece was!

And to all you guys and your humourous poems --- LMAO!!!! (I especially like your Pixies' limerick, Glyndwr!)

Anyway: here's a poem I wrote last night, during the looooong bus ride home from Ottawa. My boyfriend fell asleep against my shoulder at one point, and I wanted to capture the wonderful sense of calm and love that comes from drifting off to sleep together, so I dug out my notebook with my free hand and started scribbling. I don't usually share poems when they're this new and 'raw', so please be kind!

*

afterglow

peace
together
after passion

sprawling warmly
into one another

my ear to your heartbeaat
your hand heating
the naked intimacy
of the small of my back
legs and feet
a happy jumble

and the rise and fall
of your chest
floats me along
the contented curve
of your gentle
smile

into fulfillment

and sleep

and life

Nubian

02-21-2002, 06:53 PM

SFC, the poem is really about me and reflects the loneliness and confusion that I sometimes feel. It's a feeling of disconnectedness, that there's something missing, that I've not found my "true purpose" in life (if there's such a thing). At these moments, I seek the solace of crowds (malls, theaters)...I mingle, yet still I'm apart; I am surrounded, yet alone.

Originally posted by sugarfreecandy

Nubian --- That last Haiku you posted is so vivid! Amazing how a few words can be so incredibly dramatic. It brought back some very powerful memories for me, and actually would fit rather well with some of my poems, but I'm not sure that Pixies' forums are the best place to delve into my whole history of social phobia and panic attacks, yada yada yada... Still, I'd love to know what the background to that particular piece was!

Lovediva

02-22-2002, 11:10 AM

We have amazing talent here at Pixies!!!

Poetry with such feeling.....and soul....and very erotic...Mmmmm

I just love reading them....thank you all and PLEASE keep them coming!!!

sugarfreecandy

02-28-2002, 01:23 PM

This thread has been quiet lately... Maybe if I share another poem of my own, I'll get to read more wonderful writing from my fellow Pixies' Poets? I hope? The power, openness, and rawness of feeling in the writing here never ceases to amaze me --- I've just been reading over the thread and I'm breathless all over again. Of course, the humourous poems are great too --- laughter is a marvellous thing.

electricity

the thick black
insulating plastic
surrounds
and
encases
the slender wire
of my life
only
when I plug myself
into friendship
into love
into you
only then
does the fiery current
run rampant
only then
I feel the shock and tingle
of emotion
I need you
the closed circuit
of your arms around me
the completeness
of being
we
instead of
I

Aqua

02-28-2002, 01:27 PM

*sigh* :yellghst:

Radies

02-28-2002, 01:30 PM

A love once had

When I hear the song of peace
and love, I weep for I've heard with you.
And experience where which we have had, I die
for no longer it be true.
For every thought, I see your eyes, feel your skin
smell your scent, taste your lips, shall I never again I sense
For the love we have has died away.

sugarfreecandy

02-28-2002, 01:39 PM

Oh good, it's working, the thread is coming back to life!

Radies, that was such a touching poem --- the strength of your emotions comes through so clearly...

Here's another of mine, in hopes that I'll get to read more of yours (and everyone else's). This one is more along the lines of Pandora.

pause

the milky grey fog of solitude
absorbs me
my cries dead as they leave my throat
even the pungent scent of my desperation
gets eaten
devoured by the blank:
the nothinglife
of waiting
alone
the black hole the blue depths
the indigo vacancy
of not-yet
clamp murderous teeth
around
the vibrancy of now

all sensation
on hold
waiting for maybe

Radies

02-28-2002, 01:42 PM

very beautiful sugar...guess i haven't written so much cause i missed you so bad....thanks for makin the fire burn again

Tammi

02-28-2002, 02:34 PM

Walk with me
When the sun is shining or
if it's raining.
In the heat of summer or
the cold of winter
In the light of the moon
when the stars are bright
Underneath the clouds
and the howl of the wind.

Walk with me
When my heart is heavy
and make it light.
When yours is sour
I'll make it sweet.
Through all parts of my life
making them yours.
Let me do the same
to make them ours.

Walk with me
Always.

sugarfreecandy

02-28-2002, 02:47 PM

Oh, Tammi, that's a lovely piece! I can almost imagine that being incorporated into a wedding ceremony --- it could even be used as matrimonial vows! Very tender and loving. And I like your signature very much too!

And Radies --- aww, you're a sweetie. Do keep writing. Please.

--- sweetstuff

Tammi

02-28-2002, 03:47 PM

Thank you SFC for the compliments on the writing as well as the signature. I enjoy your writing as well.

Tammi

02-28-2002, 03:54 PM

His heart is sealed
With chains of pure gold
And few hold the key
To open the lock.

His mind is inside a vault
Made of the finest metals
And few have the combination
To find out what’s inside.

His eyes are deeply hidden
By unbreakable glass
Few can melt it
To see what’s inside his soul.

And those that hold the key
He has given his heart
And those that hold the combination
Know his mind.

But to melt the glass in front of his eyes
You must first believe and understand him
This she searches for, as his eyes hold the truth
To getting the key and combination.

Aqua

02-28-2002, 05:27 PM

Wow... This is definitely the place to come if you're stressed...
such good work here. :D

Radies, Tammi, and SFC... very moving words all.

All cares seem to cease when reading words which convey such powerful imagery. Thank you all for sharing...

Nubian

03-18-2002, 05:52 PM

The Chair

There it sat, erect, towering
Lines clean, svelte…metallic.
A monstrosity of modern medicine,
Wrapped uncomfortably in brown leather.
It’s form uncompromisingly aligned with function.

It’s designed to be life-supporting;
With burly arms calculated
to keep occupants safely seated,
But succeeding only in being enormously confining.

There it sat, erect, menacing,
Its legs polished, gleaming, sterile.
Painfully wrapped in brown leather.
Form too closely following function.

sugarfreecandy

03-18-2002, 11:46 PM

Nubian ---

First of all, welcome back, we've missed you!

Secondly, that poem really strikes a chord in me. I live next door to a nursing home and have been a pet therapy volunteer in the Alzheimers' wing for many years, and the geri (geriatric) chairs there have always bothered me enormously. I began to hate them even more when my friend, who had Huntington's Disease, had to be confined to one... Mercifully she no longer has to deal with that or any of the other cruel restraints, as she passed away almost a year ago.

I suppose I should explain a little here, folks will be wondering why that poem was (so generously) dedicated to me... I challenged Nubian to try a poetry exercise that a poet friend of mine and I created. My friend had written a number of poems using chair imagery over a period of several years, and as I dug through them I began to see subtle changes in how he used the image and recognized that they revealed a great deal about his mindset at each point. We decided to challenge the students in his class (he's an English teacher) to write their own chair poems, and were stunned by the variety in the responses. I don't know what it is about the particular image, except that it's something everyone can relate to. Anyway, I challenged Nubian to write a chair poem as well, and now I'll share mine as well in return......... I'd love to see what the other Pixies' poets would come up with based on this little exercise --- if anyone wants to try I'll happily send the instructions...

the chair poem

velvet
enfolds
her

wraps her in
c i n n a m o n
softness
creamy
quiet
comfort

she
f l o a t s
in its
embrace

a fetal
curl
in
heirloom
tradition

family

compassionate

g r a c e

Lilith

03-19-2002, 07:38 AM

A Chair Poem

Smelling of powder and time
Revealing the impressions it has received

pattern and style of a long gone era,
gently curved, wide open arms,
sturdy, broad seat, lumpy from use,
a haven for those in need of respite,

Reminding me of the grandmother who once rested there.

Corny>>>>> an early morning attempt.......must go now 'verklempt' missing grandma...... fun SFC thanks!

souls_cry2000

04-18-2002, 07:39 AM

Rain drops
Warm and wet
Upon flushed skin they fall
They fall from Heaven's open wound
Pitter-pattering
Pitter-pattering
Moisture rolling down to join moisture
In dewy down and saturated lips
Pierced by dew stained digits
Delicate play perpetrated against a plump pulsating pleasure center
The sensual core quivering not to be sated
By the erotic drops of diamonds and pearls of man milk
As it coats the blissful center of wanton need.

(c) souls

Lust drives men to dream
Dream dreams of wanton pleasures
They are slaves to dreams.

(c) souls

Jizzlobber

04-23-2002, 12:28 AM

I was just chatting with sfc in the PixiesPlace channel of the chatroom and she pointed this thread out to me after I mentioned that I write poetry. So, at her request to see some of my work, I'm going to post a piece...here goes nothing...

XXII.
Walking in the space
Between Heaven and Hell
Left by the form
Of a stolen God.

The world is hollow
We sucked it dry
Withered husk
Between life and death
Rotting in stagnation.

We are all dead
Life cannot come
From a barren womb
We threw our souls on the fire
As we watched our mother burn
For fun and profit.

All was created
With the passion of a single mind
Yet still we throw away passion
For the illusion of temporal power
We gave to much
For absolutely nothing,
No trade backs.

FADE

Twilight time
Long slow fade to black
Velvet curtains running down,
Funeral shroud embracing the players
Faces locked in a tableau of anguish and horror.

You can feel it,
Sub-sonic hum
The apocalypse riff
Humming in the dead air
The drone of flies
Feeding on the corpses
Shuffling through the sad final acts
Of their death scene.

Still the tragedy marches on,
The mummers dance
In their three-piece suits
Hoping their gilded god
Can hold back the doom,
They simply feed the beast.

We?re burning out
Like a cigarette discarded
Each breath we take
Consumes a little more
Until there is nothing left
Save smoke on the wind
Wiped away
As night falls over our graves.

XXIII.
9:30 on a Friday evening
Cool breeze
Setting sun defining the skyline
Making the glass towers burn
In bright flashes of silver and gold.

I watch the people
A couple hundred lives
Weaving in and out among each other,
A most complex dance
With steps as simple
As eating or talking.

Couples walk hand in hand,
Children run in and out
Between the tables in a little cafe
While their parents talk and laugh
Over cups of after dinner coffee.

So much can be learned
By watching how someone eats, or laughs,
Or draws a lover close,
Or plays with a child.
The deepest secrets of life
Are revealed everyday
Described in the subtle gestures
Of living.

I often wonder
If God watches us
From the patio
Of some celestial coffee house
Enjoying the play He wrote.
Does He know the ending ?
Does He enjoy the dance
For knowing the steps ?

I have often thought
That we were created
So that God could learn
What it?s like to be human
He knows what it is to be God,
It?s easy to know yourself
But it is impossible to explain
Being Human.

XXVIII.
lying
still
no motion
melting down through
the floor...drip, drip, drip
liquid flow
technicolour
flying
space
going three dimensional
(then a fourth, then a fifth)
mind slide
fusion
screaming bloody winged ANGELS
tear away the flesh
e x t e n d i n g
into, through, beyond
encompass it all
BURNING
moment forever
spinning
down, up
rushing, speeding
broken
shards of mirror
through
out
?it?s so pretty beyond...?
beyond what ?

TORONTO

The city sleeps
Rumbling concrete beast
Alive in slumber
Shimmering, shifting
Dreaming beneath our feet.

You know it?s alive,
You can feel it?s pulse
Humming in the highwires,
You can feel its monstrous breath
While waiting for the subway.
That presence you feel
Alone on the street at night
Is the city walking with you.

On its back we crawl
Symbiotic, for we feed it
As much as it feeds us,
It moves with us
Follows us into the clubs,
Sleeps with us at night in our beds.

Unseperable
One entity
City and man
Moving, growing, dreaming
Together
Alive in everyone
It?s not where you live,
It?s who you are.

WINTER

Clear winters day
White flesh, white snow
Dreaming of becoming
A ray of light
Floating high over twig fingers
The wind blowing through me
Gleaming and pure.

And I can?t remember
The days of wine and roses
Anymore
They were lost
When I took a walk in my life,
Now I?m left with an empty bottle,
A handful of withered petals
And the faded memory
Of her body drawn
In the darkness.

Once,
I wrote every line
Of her perfect body
Once,
I breathed her form
In perfect detail
Once,
Every beat of her heart
Sounded within my breast.

But now she is gone
I looked away for a second,
I can?t even recall
What for
When I turned back
The winter snows
Had settled behind her eyes
So little time.

So now I stand
In the middle of unending winter
Wishing to be light
In the darkness,
Wishing to be fire
In the cold
But being neither,
I give all I have left
To regain spring.

And below
Blood roses
Bloom on the white breast
Of Winter.

Hopefully the division between each piece is clear...I hope you all out there like them...these are the peices that I am particularly pleased with...

Nubian

05-11-2002, 06:57 PM

His tongue darting
Lilith’s cry
Stabs the darkness

sadora

05-13-2002, 08:26 PM

Lost
in the nape of your neck
the curve of your hip
breathing deeply your scent

taken to new heights
that familiar tingling

you stop
I whimper
back arching
intense longing
basinc need
complete submission

I am yours now

Speak to me
I am your now
tell me what your heart wants

Lilith

05-13-2002, 10:09 PM

Oh Nubian~*blushing profusely* TY

sadora

05-14-2002, 11:25 PM

music playing
candles lit
drinks served

happy words
fingers touching
smiles shared

sumtuous dinner
comfortable silence
no need for words

beautiful thoughts
gentle caresses
soft kisses

hands wandering
mouths searching
limbs entwined

Love shared

Twistedpoet

05-16-2002, 01:19 PM

She lies in nights arms sleeping
sweet esence spilling forth
I lie here enjoying
the taste of her vision is ecstacy
Still excited to be near her
I close my eyes
and enter her world

Lilith

05-16-2002, 01:23 PM

Sadora & Twisted~ wonderful images.....the poems feel so much more personal when we know both the writer and the muse:)

dicksbro

05-16-2002, 06:00 PM

Absolutely wonderful! What a bunch of truly talented people (as if there was any doubt)!

I love poetry and will try to get one written. In the mean time, I'll re-read some of these. :D

love_2licku

05-28-2002, 06:17 PM

Its late and this isnt my best, but I felt the need to write and thought I'd share. Have you ever felt so lost, unhappy where you are, and would rather be somewhere other than here, just anywhere?

Thats how I find myself feeling lately, so I put myself where I want to be. If you havent picked up from my other posts, I have a fascination with eyes. This was written while picturing someones eyes..someone I consider a friend.

Theres a special way that I read this to myself..i think it makes it better. Read the 1st line with a slightly higher pitch than the second, and alternate back and forth. It gives a feeling of being on the ocean..to me.

Power in the Eyes
I look into your eyes,
and see the ocean so blue,
Together on a boat
in waves so few.

The gentle winds
blowing through your hair,
The sun shining down
on our skin so bare.

The aroma of your body
the sweetness of your smile,
your beautiful lips
takes me away for awhile.

I caress your face
so tender with care,
as our eyes lock
a long awaited stare.

My breath cuts short,
my heart...skips a beat,
with you at my side
I am finally complete.

I feel so peaceful
lost in your mind,
I dream of the day
of a love so fine.

sadora

05-28-2002, 08:07 PM

Wrapped tightly in comfort and trust
The sweet rythmic beat lulls me
Warmth like velvet
Breath on my neck
contintment
I wake smiling

sugarfreecandy

05-28-2002, 08:53 PM

I am absolutely constantly amazed by the talent on this site. Everyone here writes so well and expresses themselves so powerfully! I want to apologize for not responding individually, as each of the poems above deserves, but things here have been very hectic. Still, I want to tell each of the authors above how touched I was by their poetry.

*** Huge applause ***

--- sweetstuff

p.s. I just realized, in re-reading this thread, that I haven't posted my own latest poem. Here goes:

afterglow

peace
together
after passion
sprawling warmly
into one another
my ear to your heartbeat
your hand heating
the naked intimacy
of the small of my back
legs and feet
a happy jumble
and the rise and fall
of your chest
floats me along
the contented
curve
of your gentle
smile
into fulfilment
and sleep
and life

souls_cry2000

05-29-2002, 06:13 AM

Life's breath a distant call of lust
And every breath a walking orgasm
Erupting upon the world
My sinful Joy.

--souls

love_2licku

05-30-2002, 12:22 PM

Im not really sure where this should be posted so Ill post it here since this thread is full of emotions. Ive been having a constant battle in my head over alot of things, but this one is the worst that I may never truely win...just subdue my feelings and press on. A friend told me I should post this on Pixies because it shows alot of who I am. If theres people out there struggling with problems that seem like they will never leave, you are not alone.

I wrote this a couple days ago, when I was really down. I wrote this from what I was thinking at that very second. Here goes...

The feeling inside, so sharp, so painful. The loneliness cuts my soul like a fiery blade from which I know not where it came. Will I ever be released? Releashed from my tomb of dispair and torment. Will the shear dark leave my place of happiness, my temple. Who will free my heart, my mind, soul and body? Who will bring forth true love, so sweet and innocent. The smiles of a goddess and the heart of an angel. One who I can truely let go, of myself, my feelings that are hidden so deep. My dreams be unfolded into the light of her fair figure. When can I be truthful, to myself, to my heart? I wonder aimlessly in search of the soul to free my own, to let me be who I am, not who they want to see. Will I find such a creature of beauty, of love and peace? Or must I suffer with one who I love not truely, not deeply. Can certain ties be stong enough to hold us together, o little ones. How beautiful they are...I clear my mind and see their sweet faces, so innocent and playful. I love them more than my existance itself. For I know that tie together will long outlast myself, the world and eternity. But why, why do I suffer so? Feelings of hurt and sorrow, hidden by tears and words. Will she ever change? Or just try to change me... Why cant she love me..for who I am, for what I am and not for her perception of what I should be. What is wrong with me? Should I hold strong for those I do love, or break away and hope they forgive me. Tears rolling down my face, the pain of losing. But am I long lost already? My heart seems so dry, lifeless and withdrawn. Why must I live this way..can I ever have a mate to love me..truely and deeply...forever...and keep my loves close. My heart says aye, but my mind disagrees. A life lived lonely is a life I must live, to keep my true love of the innocent ones. My heart rolls over to rest, never to wake again...

Lilith

05-30-2002, 12:49 PM

Love2~ You've got me again:( I send you hugs (((((HUGS))))) It is beautiful. To think that you can find a way to release your pain and create something of beauty shows the true essence of a man.:)

love_2licku

05-30-2002, 01:08 PM

Thank you hun, it does feel good to let go even though you never really can. I didnt know what I was writing or if it would be a mess, but it actually flows. I always think in words like this, but never have a recorder to catch it and can never remember what to write when i do lol.

Murphy

05-30-2002, 04:11 PM

Originally posted by love_2licku
... I always think in words like this, but never have a recorder to catch it and can never remember what to write when i do lol.

Join the club, man. Don't you just hate it when the words come faster than you can type? Kudos to you! Not many men can or will admit, even to themselves, that they feel anything worth writing about, much less poetry. Keep it up and be proud you can share.

love_2licku

05-30-2002, 08:48 PM

Thanks Murphy, this site has brought out alot in me about sharing. Mostly from a friend that got me here. A good part of my day is sitting outside at work, thinking and and spurting out words. But I havent the time to copy em down at work so they get messed up when I try to remember em. Sharing is a good thing. It tells others what you go through and what kind of person you are. The only thing I dont like sometimes is that Im highly critical with things I do. But once something is written, I dont cahnge it because it may change the meaning of what I'm trying to say.

Heres another that I wrote awhile back..
hand and hand
as we walk down the beach,
the soft sands
upon our feet.

rays of sunlight
as we begin to share,
the gentle winds
flowing through our hair.

alone together
as candles burn bright,
the stars above
that twinkle at night.

we settle down
for a good nights rest,
and look back on the day we had..
tis one of the best.

many more like this in the future
not just one in a few,
I'll do everything i can
because I love you.

Glyndwr

07-09-2003, 06:34 PM

Futures

Hold my hand
as we go from this place.
Life opens doors
with unexpected grace.

But with you at my side
I will walk unafraid.
My strength is you
in light and in shade.

Whisper a word
If I should stumble.
Squeeze my fist
If I start to grumble.

From here we go forward
A new chapter starts.
The past is still with us
Locked up in our hearts.

dadaist

07-09-2003, 06:53 PM

If someone wanted to start a thread of poems you like/are fond of written by others, I'd be game. I'm very much NOT a creative writer myself.

Lilith

07-09-2003, 11:15 PM

Glyndwr, your soul is as beautiful as you are eloquent...TY

wyndhy

05-10-2004, 02:29 PM

not a poem, but...

Come to me.

You are my Polaris, my beacon. The unwavering astral light that guides me. You are my sole love, you are the soul of my love. The distance between us threatens to obscure my touch, my sight, my passion. It reaches out its’ tentacles, covering my eyes, constricting my body, trying to pull us apart. I thrash, wrenching free of the suffocating hold that dominated me: there is no chasm wide enough, no distance strong enough, that has the power to shroud me.

Or you.

Only you can soothe the agony of isolation that chokes me when we are scattered. Here, I offer myself to you in unconcealed supplication. Shed your evanescent matter and come to me. Extend your soul in ethereal caress and enfold me. You are the sacrificial stone upon which I seek redemption. You are my altar. You are my own beyond. Bring us close and mend the wreckage for I am damaged by our separation.

Severed of you, I am wandering and craven. Bind us and I am subjugated beneath your will, exposed and unguarded. I am helpless to resist you, unwilling to. There can be no boundaries between us. No telling where one begins or ends. Our unity is all that will sustain me. Pervade my innermost hollows and replenish them with your strength. Fill my flesh, my heart, my marrow, where I lie in fractured elements. They lie waiting for the fulfillment only you can grant. I am rendered a slave, bound and compelled to submit, to accept, to bask in your benevolence. I offer myself up to you not only in obeisance but also in rapture.

And wait upon your surrender.

I have surrendered to you, to the need I have for you. I have greedily taken all that I lack. I am ready for the moment you are as unbridled, as helpless, as needy, as I. Consume my soul to replenish the voids inside yours. I am the sustenance for your starving spirit. Taste, take, draw, drink, all that you need from me. Know that I give it to you willingly, with delight.

The moment has come. We have shared more than flesh, more than intangible coupling. We are not as we were; we are more than a sum. Survival alone now would be a barren existence without our eternal bond.