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Join me at FOR SISTERS ONLY in Atlanta on Sept. 13

Please join me at For Sisters Only in Atlanta, Georgia on September 13, 2008 at 1:00 PM, as I will be in attendance at the Booking Matters Magazine table signing copies of my debut novel, The Evil Within Him. The Evil Within Him is a suspense thriller about an ex-stripper who is searching for true love and a new lease on life. She finds true love when she meets Kenneth Morrison, a very attractive, high level executive. Shantel and Kenneth seem good for each other and all things seem normal...u… Continue

Posted by Alberta Parish on August 22, 2008 at 12:00am — No Comments

Explication

Explication © 2008 written by Glen Yumang Manese a.k.a. Filipino American Dream Who am I to write about world peace? When so much is built to destroy the meaning. A child is asked what will you be in life? I’ve come to terms that my words speak freely. My mind is clear to take all actions for freedom. Testimony to the verification that I have flaws. A writer to the explication in using I as a whole. In describing the ultimate unification stands at a balance. Though I’m, but one mind with a dosa… Continue

Posted by Glen Yumang Manese on June 17, 2008 at 9:15pm — No Comments

Noting that sound

Noting that sound Some times the clock sings out a tune at 6am though I can’t hear it it clocks the time I really should be heading somewhere gentle though I don’t feel it I sight the note from a thought in a room over in a place where I can’t sense it Some times the mind says something I can’t seem to see though I can’t abide it it thinks the thoughts of a time when I want to wander though I sometimes think it I grant myself the notion to be on the hour, each time though I’m not aware of it e… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on June 10, 2008 at 8:59am — No Comments

Tonight on WSN: The Quest for the Best Poet Launches!

It will be a gathering of poets, and amazing writers from all over the world, and we want you to be there! It is amazing that we are all just as close as the click of a mouse, or a phone call. Starting Thursday, WSN Radio will be hosting a grand event, during which, we are inviting poets and word artists of all ages, races and genres, to join us, and bring to us your greatest piece. We will open the phone lines right at 9:05, and will begin to take your calls, and offer you our stage upon whic… Continue

Posted by John & Christie on May 22, 2008 at 10:44am — No Comments

Tonight I will be FEatured on Howelegant's show

tonight Im guest on Howelegant's show I shall be a guest on Howelegant's show on at 9pm central 10pm eastern tonight at the url below: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Howelegant/2008/05/22/Howelegant- Continue

Posted by Synapticalist on May 21, 2008 at 8:45pm — 1 Comment

Our Absence to our Faithful Members

Hey guys, I wanted to say hello and apologize for our absence on the site, BlogTalkRadio has been shall we say all consuming, although I love every minute of my job I do miss having time to interact with all of the members here on the site. To those who continue to support the network and the radio show we THANK YOU!!! yes we do. Coming up this Thursday on WSNRADIO we are kicking off our Golden Mic Competition of 2008! We are very excited about this event, there will be prizes and honor to atta… Continue

Posted by John & Christie on May 20, 2008 at 10:02pm — No Comments

the color you call blue

you can write about your wars the battles you've won or lost you can sing about your highways all the souvenirs you tossed tell me all about sweet marie how she left you all alone how you wanted to end it all how the pain went to the bone you can drop down to your knees cry the whole night through somewhere someone lays alone from a wound cut clean an true somewhere someone is bleedin for the color you call blue sing me about your bad times sing me and make me cry tell me about your lost plans… Continue

Posted by Rain on May 16, 2008 at 9:06am — 1 Comment

one philosophy of a blonde

one philosophy of one blonde knowledge is power {because?} knowledge informs perception. {and that's important because?} perception creates reality. {how?} the process of knowing is a balance between what you know to be true and what you are told is true. {why is that balance important?} the source of the knowledge is to whom the power belongs. {what can you do with that knowledge?} to use another's knowledge allows you to borrow their power and co-creates their reality. {and/or} use your knowl… Continue

Posted by elaine x on May 16, 2008 at 12:42am — No Comments

~THE FATHER IS ALWAYS RIGHT ON TIME~

~THE FATHER IS ALWAYS RIGHT ON TIME~ God/Jehovah/Allah or whomever you worship is always on time" because he is using you to bring a message to the world that needs to be heard, now. The fact that HE is always on time should be both a comfort and an encouragement for all of us. Our Heavenly Father closes doors no man can open & The Father opens doors no man can close. If you need The Father to open some doors for you...take the time to just ask. The Father has perfect timing for everythin… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on May 4, 2008 at 7:33am — No Comments

Home land nettles

I fight for my territory A pale blue box room Even that’s taken When the guests visit A laptop My bright green bedroom So that’s all I've got Thirty years old Even from time to time I have to accept the occasional violation With gritted teeth And being absent of control My mother even opens my mail Her over protectiveness grates As does her request that I have a shave Secretly mother is lonely Aloofly dismissing any manly affection A horrible first wed My father passing away Gave her mysterious… Continue

Posted by DANIEL NORTH on April 29, 2008 at 3:01pm — No Comments

haunt her

apparition of anxiety eidolon of uncertainty spirit of sorrow ghost of guilt surround her what if's haunt her not realizing what she is missing by always looking at the past banish the banshee to start anew Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on April 21, 2008 at 1:08pm — No Comments

perfection

you can not help but think of angels so idyllic in this pose peace and tranquility shine her blond hair fans out across her blue pillow so innocent and young you wish to capture the moment freeze this site in your mind on the edge of womanhood she is perfection in this one moment Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on April 21, 2008 at 1:08pm — No Comments

Totem dreams

Two crows, Walking sideways. cawing in my ear. Speaking in my head Carlos always told me. crow as spirit guide. leads to strange lands. Sky shaded purple. lightning from my hands Land flows like water. Earth is being squandered. dis-respected. Crow my guide. what do you expect of me. I'm just one man. Caw he said to my ear. and this in my head. Sky colored blood red Lightning from my hands. A thousand black wings about me. voices of the dead. Grizzly looks to me. speaking in his stead. Sky… Continue

Posted by todd michael yoder on April 17, 2008 at 10:41pm — No Comments

Announcing Club Deddy

Club Deddy is a new blog from author Jay Kolo targeting stay at home dad's. Jay can't stay away from poetry so here is a recent post: Here's Jonnie A little baby boy born with eyes so blue. I looked up to God and whispered a heartfelt thank-you. The hard part was over at least in my mind. In reality though it was the beginning of the eighteen year grind. Early to bed, up all night. Thoroughly exhausted at first morning's light. It all became worth it one day. When the first word… Continue

Posted by Jay Kolo on April 9, 2008 at 11:52am — No Comments

The prop of time

These are the times that follow me Returning to the shelf, shattered mirror of glory The mud begins to stick As I trip at the final hurdle I remember this pain Of when the softening begins to curdle. When you scream for things to be changed Nothing does, except the comfort you had is rearranged And that the pleasures that once helped No longer fills that hole There is no prop for time Or for the fury that’s in the soul . I’m not a defeatist, I just know when I’m beat And when fresh loves polle… Continue

Posted by DANIEL NORTH on April 6, 2008 at 5:32pm — No Comments

Playground games

We are like magpies to the foil Seduced by the bright lights The clue is there for turmoil. I’m on rations and climbing the walls This wasn’t what I pictured However there were never any rules. Things are better when you can’t touch Just remember while playing kiss chase Not to ask for too much. © Daniel North Continue

Posted by DANIEL NORTH on April 6, 2008 at 5:31pm — No Comments

The modern age

I’ve been feeling slightly disillusioned By the level of bland unthinking An undetectable ocean rises over The gift of the mind is gradually sinking. Since everything has to be brewed in an instant Technology, statistics, mankind is abandoning the pack People have pulled away the blanket before And the country just rolls over on it back. But if you followed the rags, you wouldn’t even leave the doorstep You would think that we were living an updated life of “Gunga Din” It’s even got the point… Continue

Posted by DANIEL NORTH on April 6, 2008 at 5:30pm — No Comments

Computer problems

I’m so sick of pressing the keys And never getting a response The screen just keeps on freezing Along with my heart and confidence. You could cut the tension The second time makes things twice as hard While the computer just lays there Aggravated and as stiff as card. It’s not showing up that there is a virus I’ve checked the drives, even reinstalled Vista But the programs will not run naturally As the pressure raises up like a blister. I feel as if I’m the one malfunctioning I’ve worked on i… Continue

Posted by DANIEL NORTH on April 6, 2008 at 5:30pm — No Comments

A LETTER FROM SEAN EDWARD LEVERT SR. TO US ALL

A Letter From Sean Edward Levert Sr~ To Us All My Dearest Precious Family, Friends,Fans & The World ~Angela, Sean Jr., Chad, Keith, Breoni, Brandon and Shareaun, Martha Byrd Levert and Eddie Levert Sr. Eddie Jr., Kandice Leonard Brooks, Asha, Eury, Ryan, Shawnquetta,… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on April 4, 2008 at 12:31pm — No Comments

A MOTHERS LOVE TRIBUTE TO MARTHA BYRD LEVERT

A Mothers Love ~Ms. Martha Byrd Levert~ A Mother's love means a life's devotion and sometimes a life's sacrifice with but one thought, one hope and one feeling, that her children will grow up healthy, strong, living out their dreams and able to be a man/woman you have r… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on April 4, 2008 at 12:00pm — No Comments

SEAN EDWARD LEVERT SR~CHANGE OF ADDRESS

Change of Address for Sean Edward Levert September 28, 1968~… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on April 4, 2008 at 12:00pm — No Comments

Fun is a Funny Thing

Fun – and life flow together when thoughts just flow and when that’s how to be so feel the joy of being a part of life’s journey and let it flow – just feel the breeze along the way and advance which when thought about would be right for fun is being the carefree self of youth and life’s natural habits become natural fun Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 31, 2008 at 4:34am — No Comments

Vsit My Cartoon Blogs at....

http://littleblogofjewishhumor.com/ and http://americatsures.com/ and my website for my book, the Joyous Haggadah, a children and family cartoon haggadah for Passover Seder. http://www.joyoushaggadah.com Continue

Posted by Richard Codor on March 27, 2008 at 8:30am — No Comments

Got That Sunday Feeling

I wake up to a world of silence Car brakes relaxing into that Sunday groove Mouths slowing down into a muttering mood Minds calming down into a Yoga frame Nature paying respect too to Silence Is Golden, not the way today is? Religiously we pay homage to Silence, and thank Him above For giving us a day off being hyper. Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 23, 2008 at 9:08am — No Comments

Again

The lawyer is being chased someone is watching and somehow there's no looking back The train comes in, at Mitcham Junction No, please say Balham. The lawyer has looked back and saw a man in dark glasses. Chilling. The air bites, the platform gritty. The night still and cold. The neon light, daunting Casting grave images. The air is heavy with expectation of him getting the info before they catch him. The air bites, the platform, gritty. He escapes, John Grisham wins. The lawyer anchors hom… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 22, 2008 at 5:13pm — No Comments

Ode 2 Your Name, Peace, Good Friend

I could just compare you to a Summer's Day your face gently brushing against the summery breeze, in fields where the saplings move like waves, in the green blazored patchwork If it weren’t for your presence, I would have wilted in ‘drilled’ disharmony & complete discomfort I can just about but flick my eyes and actions just say it in volumes, loudly, very It was not the sunset that made me go homeward bound, nor the grit in my eye which drew tears and gave me palpitations So strong, that… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 19, 2008 at 5:45pm — No Comments

Paradise Epic

Crashed from Heaven's Territory The terrible tragedy began So heartrending to even recount Banishment eternal and punishment harsh. The First Two had no tales or epics to learn from except their mistake, One made only, And the tale of Paradise Lost was set In an Epic Prose made immortal by Milton The Revered, The Eloquent, The Divine Master of Poetical Magic Our Laureate of Supreme Wit and Thoughts. This Tale brought down to mere mortals And the battle equal to none other than The Iliad belongi… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 15, 2008 at 6:50pm — No Comments

So Mourn I do

So Mourn I do . I mourn the loss Of love so deep Like loss of life It hurts to weep . So mourn I do This recent loss You lost your heart It weakened me So mourn I do You seek to find Another to assuage The heart you bind . So mourn I do Unfair it was To hurt another Now you are blind . So mourn I do And sit and weep For you cannot see Confluence or peace . So mourn I do You’ve never known Complete love Has never shown I’ll mourn no more You alone must Stand up and Shout enough Live Again My fr… Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 14, 2008 at 11:46am — No Comments

By Far

By Far . I’ve been down this path before Listened to you emoting loves lore . My life upon yesterdays of regret Difficult to find Don’t give up yet . Behind these walls I build to protect I live anonymously Quiet respect . They keep out the pain its true But they keep out All the light too . So hard to see Beckoning soul Emotion true Behind stone poll . Live today Told time and again Here and now Without this pain . Darkness is Safer By far Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 13, 2008 at 11:59am — No Comments

Neighbourly Something

2am about I hear a thud a shuffle a slight movement the parquet creaking not knowing who or what I listen for further movements silence. The traffic moves. The engines sound. I still listen. The traffic moves still The house awaits my movements. I wait for further signals. I still listen. The traffic moves. Slowly, dawn breaks. 2am becomes 5. 2am it's time to wake up. Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 13, 2008 at 6:38am — No Comments

bubbles

the little girl dances and twirls waving the wand here and there the little orbs covered in swirls seem to float everywhere taking me back over the years when I was the one dancing amidst the magical spheres that were so entrancing later it would be my little girl sur… Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on March 10, 2008 at 9:00pm — 1 Comment

irrational introspection

in the wee hours of the morning I sometimes find my mind racing introspection gone awry self examination I may cry at dreams of incrimination I may laugh at silliness of insinuation I may wonder at my own acts of expostulation always aware that we are our own worst critic I will shrug these rambling thoughts that irrational introspection have wrought Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on March 10, 2008 at 12:44pm — 1 Comment

balance

just in case it is too small to read An elusive balance she seeks Between safety and happiness Warning signs flash in her mind The past shadows her future For within her wrath still speaks Never far from her consciousness Darkness and deceit, she expects to find For life has… Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on March 10, 2008 at 12:41pm — 3 Comments

Today, No Not Today

A computer beckons on a far off desk A face looms nearer as I sit for just a short while sipping tea Will I get a cordial hi, how are you today? am I that invisible? do I exist? More faces more coffees more tomorrows Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 10, 2008 at 12:37pm — 2 Comments

For Not

For Not For nothing but love A choice is made Between you and me A foundation laid For all but life A price is paid Of time and place A structure raised For little but breath A decision gave Of heart and mind A scene is played For you I stand A life to share Mine and yours Forever there For all there is Mine is given My heart is yours By every meaning For everything is You in my world For me you are True love unfurled Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 10, 2008 at 12:12pm — No Comments

warnings all around

Shocked as they stand there Seeing the image on the ground Battered, bruised, and dead As if this came out of nowhere As if no one had been around "How could this happen?" a woman said Seemingly shocked at this dead child on the ground "A hate crime" someone else said As if this came out of nowhere The taunting had been there The warnings all around Long before this child was dead Will these same folks the blame share There is plenty of it to spread around The perpetrator may as we… Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on March 9, 2008 at 1:13pm — No Comments

spirits dance

If you look in her eyes You will see the glint Of the girl long ago If you look in his eyes You will see the flint His strength long ago If you listen to her sighs You will hear her heart Romantic and loving life so If you listen to his cries You will hear from his heart Strength and passion, loving life so Age has camouflaged their spirit From the worlds eyes Slowed their steps Bent their backs But their soul still dances If you look hard you will see it In the twinkle of thei… Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on March 9, 2008 at 1:12pm — 2 Comments

some sweeping socialite

Some sweeping socialite Harbinger of some impending favor Expecting some validation Deception's clever hand Thinks she can wield her power out of sight This power that she doth savor Her dark purpose she sees as vindication For the evil acts performed by her hand Her power, she sees as her inevitable right Continue

Posted by Just Mary Ska on March 9, 2008 at 1:12pm — No Comments

In Respect of Carpe Diem, Sincerely

Seize the Day For the Day is only Short The Night, an extension Hesitate And the Day will be Done Tomorrow’s Fortune may not be the same Or give the same fortunes The Day is Short The Night, an extension Take what the Day brings And Seize it With Full Force Fortune waits for No One See What You Can Get and In return Give the Day it’s Credit See how the Day can be Yours And be Wise And Take the Day for what it is ‘Carpe Diem’ Says the ‘Learned’ Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 9, 2008 at 6:58am — No Comments

Hockey for Courses

In the fields yes the hockey stick gets my thumbs up but thumbs firmly down when hitting home the ball yes hockey was the sport I played yes much nicer in winter and yes great for the stamina when driveling the ball home with a hockey stick and yes the goal driven home is a Yes/Yes and a Great/Great feeling Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 8, 2008 at 12:02pm — No Comments

Trinkets of love

Trinkets of Love . Trinkets of love Objects of lust Things of the heart To have a must . Your heart with mine Warmed in embrace So soft to touch Wondrous your grace . Given to me By your hand Placed in mine Ours still stands . In my world Millions of things Remind me of you Of the love you bring . Of your trinkets Mine are tied I need your trinkets In my life Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 6, 2008 at 11:03am — 1 Comment

My, my

My, My. . My, my, my. My spirit does fly. To look at the grass From the clear blue sky . Of mornings so bright and days filled of warmth My spirit seeks right my body true comfort . When in time sought I found you there Giving all You spoke Whisperer . By my name An internal cored Vibrating my soul Singing I’m yours . You’ve known this string To play it so well There is no doubt By yours my heart dwells . Once again into the well My heart to free fall Into your well of life For me only it calls… Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 6, 2008 at 11:02am — 1 Comment

Begining of love

Beginning of Love . In the beginning of love There was you There was me Our hearts chosen To reflect eternally What love is What love could be . Forever our emotion Endures the centuries Never far away Even when unseen Together being one Always returning we Discover anew Life love’s gentle glee . Each time meeting Becoming the best Parting again Simply the worst We slip away Pinning continuously Forever in love A love to ever be Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 6, 2008 at 11:02am — No Comments

Theflame of love

The Flame of Love Upon this painful Path of parables Seeking comfort Words are terrible Times to bend Paths to rend Upon us surveys The wisdom within Weak of the gray Matter betrays Ubiquitous joy Paramount ways Moving apart Destroying the day Leaving so empty Thoughts of dismay Never again The heart to pay Black by standard Lying in ashes This vessel of life Laid waist by the flame Continue

Posted by Lloyd on March 6, 2008 at 11:00am — 1 Comment

~TALKING TO THE FATHER~

The Father wants to communicate with you. The Father planted a seed inside of you a long time ago and you can feel this seed awakening as you speak to him but from time to time you could feel Him touch your heart. He speaks to you throughout your life in many tender thoughts in the process inside of your mind if you are receptive to it. To believe you must have a personal experience with The Father for a part of Him lives inside of all of us. You may never know when The Father is going to bl… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on March 4, 2008 at 8:41pm — No Comments

~A STRONG SPIRIT~

Spirituality is something many of us are lacking. The emptiness and soullessness of our materialist culture robs us of experiencing our full life potential. Creating and developing a strong spirit within you is a key to overcoming the obstacles in your life. If you maintain a strong spirit, you can walk in victory over anything that comes your way. Don't miss out on all The Father has planned for you and your life. Too many of us are living way below the rights and privileges that The Father… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on March 4, 2008 at 8:38pm — No Comments

~A STRONG WOMAN~

My Beloved Mothers, My Beloved Sisters, My Beloved Aunts, My Beloved Cousins, My Beloved Friends, My Beloved Women There is no need for you to hide from disrespect, jealousy, gossip, hate and no self-pride It doesn't have to be this way you carrying such hurtful anger inside Why can't we all just be sisters with love in our beautiful eyes We all are being judged by our attitudes, our lives, who we dare to be Seek and you will find the power of your own mind from within side Look within your h… Continue

Posted by GLORIA NEWSOME on March 4, 2008 at 8:36pm — No Comments

Model Talk Inspiration for Aspiring Models

(PRLog.Org) – Mar 03, 2008 – Models tend to share beauty tips, but not many models share real life modeling advice for the aspiring model of the Internet generation today. Although Isobella Jade, petite model and author, is an exception as she offers a voice for the aspiring and petite model. You can get a history of modeling, learn how to find a modeling agent, how to work as a model as any height, how to market yourself as a model, and how to find your own modeling work, - all -in –one, at one… Continue

Posted by Isobella Jade on March 4, 2008 at 8:35pm — No Comments

Model Talk Inspiration for Aspiring Models

(PRLog.Org) – Mar 03, 2008 – Models tend to share beauty tips, but not many models share real life modeling advice for the aspiring model of the Internet generation today. Although Isobella Jade, petite model and author, is an exception as she offers a voice for the aspiring and petite model. You can get a history of modeling, learn how to find a modeling agent, how to work as a model as any height, how to market yourself as a model, and how to find your own modeling work, - all -in –one, at one… Continue

Posted by Isobella Jade on March 4, 2008 at 8:30pm — No Comments

Coming Soon

Two days before and the model becomes available to a few first Two days after and the model is known and the focus of breakfast manners The mother picking up after the boys one wanting more software gismos the other business gismos for tracking time or else how do they feed their hunger for the next instore model? Only the mother thinks straight much to the boys’ chagrin they can’t see why they need evening supper when the gismos beckon in their solitary rooms and they eat the packet alive b… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 4, 2008 at 6:37am — No Comments

Laptop Crazy

I see what I normally see, on my laptop - emails and websites. It isn't that I like being in front of a laptop, or alongside it I just need to read my emails Check the latest fashion on Dotty P. Check the weather, Search for stationery bargains See if my engravings are selling Ebay them, it works. Things I need to do to make the life around me seem normal, is switch on my laptop, connect to the internet Google search key words Find an appropriate site and sit and scan the carefully selected f… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 2, 2008 at 9:02am — No Comments

Frau(lein)

Und Deutche we spoke and verbs down to our feet gave us enough to think verbs important in life and language so we became Frauleins of verbs and und and Der and Das and that was then and this was that dear readers, dat's the gist of learning and regurgitating and becoming knowledgeable and better for it Der Fraulein Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on March 1, 2008 at 1:25pm — No Comments

It Really is Hot Here

Many a times many Perspire is as perspire can be dripping as can dripping be Falling when the heat rises above bearable No air conditioner can cool Or the blood pressure soars above temperatures acceptable as the heat soars And mercury rises into bubbling streams when the male skunk gets its tail in the air Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on February 29, 2008 at 5:06pm — No Comments

Music of the Classics

Loved Music because of the Glockenspiel Loved Music because of Music and Classics make simple Mr King's way, with Swan Lake and Carmen and Beethoven and the Musical sheets with the Signature and the notes of quavers and semibreves and his loyal Metronome on his piano I made me hungry thinking of oatmeal porridge and breakfast and Music Not 'Up for the Music Academy?' Innocently thrown in the air He the conductor to his orchestra of one Morag and her flute Loved to - except I only played the… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on February 28, 2008 at 12:34pm — No Comments

In Recognition of a Genius

Oublie toi Pandora and votre mirror of narcissism and your spot cream too not to mention your appointment with your barber's and your hopes of popdom and pots more money in your bank account Just be..... In Recognition of Adrian Mole aged 13 and three quarters. Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on February 27, 2008 at 5:47pm — No Comments

Everyones Gonna get Caught

we used to live down by the old shoe factory me ..you..and tommy..popcycle sticks in our spokes playing on the old sewer pipe drains laughin and lying, with your daddy's stolen smokes candy store dreams that non of us bought afraid of the dark..afraid to get caught be slick..be smart..use all that you got but never forget.. everyones gonna get caught everyone falls in love some time..everyone tryin to stay cool hot summer nights..50 second street fights, bleedin over some stupid rule that was… Continue

Posted by Rain on February 27, 2008 at 9:13am — 1 Comment

That Lipstick

She walks looking just over the car Seeing, Blinking, Walking She can't find that lipstick in the side pocket of her bag Always searching, always rummaging Always not finding That lipstick, that coin deep within Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on February 26, 2008 at 7:24am — No Comments

Lengthy Stay

From the swaying neck and lumbering walk the view is like a throwback into the Park Steven Spielberg gave a Major success frame to and in the still of the morning those three giraffes are genetically attached not by umbilical ties but a vagueness to that Diplodocus carnegii just as slender necked but not so slender bodied nor Swift and could possibly have trampled a running Deinonychus or those three giraffes happily nuzzling the air above my head and looking far above into the horizon where not… Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on February 25, 2008 at 6:13am — No Comments

path

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Posted by Just Mary Ska on February 24, 2008 at 5:47am — 2 Comments

Looking Back In Angst

It seems I'm over reacting, over A minuscule poinT, in Getting diatribe diarrhea Over a particulaR Harley, roaring Across my mind, my domain; getting out of sync With my nerveS, Promulgating fumes profusely And spurting bilious liquid, uncalled foR You see why I'm eco-friendly and a trainspotteR Even if my moped craveS for undiluted diesel attention. OccaSionally. Continue

Posted by LiteraryColl on February 24, 2008 at 5:23am — No Comments

ACT 1 Make me a promise All of the words I wrote For you Fold them up Strike A Match So they…

ACT 1 Make me a promise All of the words I wrote For you Fold them up Strike A Match So they will Stop haunting me. I have no use for them I learned from you how to hate To be void of beauty You showed me that money Is more powerful than love That friendship can be replaced With a phone call That all of the love letters Were meaningless I am a door mat To you my love You can sleep on the couch. ACT 2 We are children Locked in adult body's Childishly… Continue

Posted by Left&Leaving on February 23, 2008 at 7:38pm — 2 Comments

left to leave

I have been left tied To a hospital bed Shot up with 5 pints of blood For 5 days Shaking past midnight Holding on to hope For an end No visitors Just the stale sound Of nurses entering my casket To feed me morphine And kiss me goodbye I lay stone cold Staring at the white ceiling As shadows cast demons threw my veins If only god would visit Then maybe I could rest. Continue

Posted by Left&Leaving on February 23, 2008 at 6:29pm — No Comments

Broken message

We are all hunting Some with guns and knifes Others with words and music It is a peaceful thing Being tied to a chair Soaked in the blood from A good hunt What color should I be in this broken light I catch the sky falling As I stumble to the ground No more broken tears Emotions lost to faceless women For the first time I can tell you That I am ok Freaking out With controlled emotions Continue

Posted by Left&Leaving on February 23, 2008 at 6:23pm — No Comments

Taste of you

I went so far away But you found me Made me huddle in the corner Suck my thumb like a child I even Shit my pants because you spoke I thought I was done with you Past those lies you left in my mail box Those lies you left in my heart Leave your comments at the post office Return to sender I wish you would choke on your own words Little girl you know nothing I'll come over tonight We can slit each others wrists Continue

Posted by Left&Leaving on February 23, 2008 at 6:19pm — No Comments

love lose

I played with you like a cat play's with a rubber ball attatched to a string. as i held my glass of whiskey and blood. amused by the fact that you enjoyed the string wraping around your neck as you ran away. I know that most people think I am hate full and violent that i find beauity in distruction. I just find it easer to say what we all think if you get the feeling that you shouldn't write what you just wrote, you need a new outlet.....a new song! Continue

Posted by Left&Leaving on February 23, 2008 at 6:14pm — No Comments

shortly past longing

Shortly past going forward I looked back upon myself I shuddered in the shadows Looked forward for hope Found the wanting in my heart Leaked like a crack in a dam Should I learn any thi