From time to time a poem

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01 Mar 2018 23:28 #317071 by Akkarin
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Finished today from the draft of my novel: A Character Talks About Rationality at a Bar

People promote reasoning à la carte; for rationality is not the start.
From the non-rational we have feeling; emotions are facts, and they're revealing,
these we rationalise and justify; our feelings with reasoning do ally.
The want to rationalise is desire; they both, the non-and-rational, require,
one another, they arise mutually; they're distinct, two sides of the same coin, see?
Rationalising what's not rational; is the best way to be irrational.
Why do you want to drink?, because it's fun; that's feeling, we also get to know one,
another, this is a reason we use. The quickest way the rational will lose,
is when it grapples the non-rational; why some feeling?, this ideational,
decoding of our experience can't; with rational comprehension supplant,
our qualitative existence, in this; rational thinking falls in an abyss.
It's like taking and breaking a squiggle; with a net of squares, thus on this wiggle,
order is imposed onto chaos and; likewise the rational, though thinking grand, thinks it answers itself, but a model; always subtracts from the world we noddle

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15 Mar 2018 07:21 - 15 Mar 2018 07:24 #318765 by Twigga
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Prayer is like watching for the
Kingfisher. All you can do is
Be there where he is like to appear, and
Often nothing much happens;
There is space, silence and
No visible signs, only the
Knowledge that he’s been there
And may come again.
Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,
You have been prepared
But when you’ve almost stopped
Expecting it, a flash of brightness
Gives encouragement.

Ann Lewin - Waiting for the Kingfisher, Disclosure
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19 Oct 2018 20:12 #328168 by Amaya
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Sinking beneath falling inside
A warm embrace, a familiar path,
Well travelled
Pain, its hot and bright
Striking bursts of light
Darkness seeps out
To splatter
It engulfs the moment
Shields your eyes
Colours the world.
And your heart stops.
A clock run down
A stalled train
A puff of smoke
A line
Chasing that dragon into the emptiness that is your mind, your heart, your soul
Eternal sleep
Just a little pain
Then no more...
No more

Everything is belief
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01 Dec 2018 22:52 - 01 Dec 2018 22:54 #329880 by Fox1
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The Illustrated Girl

The illustrated girl sat on the step,
as I was walking by my eyes fixed kept
staring wide open on two dice drawn
on her back, almost posing for me, gone
was my sense of time, dice began ticking
under the hand of a voluptuous blonde sitting
in glass, smiling at me, then winking,
avoiding a flirt with an artist rendition
of fantasy, I try to turn, but fixed intuition,
I must look further into the illustration.

Now all I see is this etching on the back,
of a beautiful girl, her back muscles track
with my steadfast eyes never twitching
away, moving the scenes as stories bewitching
unfold before me, pulling me in to her
tempting me, to the blonde in the glass stir
the dice, I fall into the story, casino sounds
and laughter seep into my mind, bounds
to Vegas fantasy drunken gamblers on
hot showgirls flaunting over money gone.

The blonde in the glass tells me to enter
into her world and let go of my center,
to embrace her body drenched in drinking,
as the dice rolls on the long table clicking.
She holds me tight, my breath strains
under her strong embrace, try to maintain
composure, try to escape, jolted tear
back to the steps at the park where I stare
at the girl's toned back, drawings of dice
now silent and still in the curious entice.
I walk to see the illustrated girl's face
warm smile greeting, my reluctant embrace.

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01 Dec 2018 23:14 - 01 Dec 2018 23:16 #329881 by Fox1
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Goth Girl
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She greeted me first, she sat alone,
in dark afternoon shadows atone
in her eyes, "Don't be afraid", she said,
Did it show?, I thought, caught, instead
of passing, I stopped and approached her...

She asked softly for me to sit
for a moment, Goth girls scare the wits
out of me, but subtle enticed to get closer,
my fear gave way to sensuality, chose her,
fantasies bloom in my head, can't think,
I need to run away, to clear my link
to reality, she spoke slowly,
I froze, not able to move wholly.

She asked to be taken to a bar,
I believe I responded, my mind afar,
"Just around the corner." she whispered,
in my silent ear, I nearly floated, secured
not within, as she removed the key
to the Gothic bar behind the first alley,
tucked between two gothic steeples.
She opened the door to darkened people...

She introduced me to her Goth girl friends,
I was polite and strained a smile bends,
They touched me and held me and gave me a drink,
but instead of affection, it seemed longing, think,
I need to leave, surrounded by manipulation,
I was held down to a chair, no comfort, compulsion
to fight, to get up and escape, her soft voice, "Relax,
and stay for a while", she laughed, english lacks,
in a small Romanian accent.... I deepen dread...

"Don't you remember, my darling?"
There was silence, like a wasp sting,
in my chest, I felt knots in my gut,
tighten, and fear in my throat, cut
my sense of reality to dark-light images,
"See, my sweet," old accent encourages,
Did I know them from a distant time?
How could I forget such a wondrous sign,
of dark friendship creamy soft luring sublime?

"Close your eyes and look into your deepest soul,
unmask your self in your darkest role,
for you are our Lord, our loving master
for we adore you... your heart beats faster,
I can hear it, breath my love, conceive your purpose,
control your desire, endure your hunger, your thirst does
drive you to settle your debts, your enemies bow
before you, we will fight for you and never allow
them to tread, to crush your kind nature."

I listened to her soothing voice, feelings
moving inside, I stood from the chair, reeling
with thoughts, I walked to the door,
the exit, my escape, freedom from goth lore,
My hand supported my weight against the frame
of the doorway, outside was my normal sane
reality, frozen, not moving, only thoughts streaming
in, I waited and saw, I breathed and knew, steaming
was my skin, moist hot, I turned and looked into
her eyes, and smiled, and came back in, to
the Goth bar where I sat and recalled old
times suppressed, undressed I felt, newly bold....
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15 Mar 2019 01:44 #335670 by Cassiopeia
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Alexandre Orion,
Mao Alpha is absolutely beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
- Cassiopeia

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22 Mar 2019 04:17 #336084 by OB1Shinobi
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User22414 wrote:

Fatally Incompatible

He could not hold me
if it was all
he ever wanted

we never met
we never will

Worlds apart
and ever drifting
further and further

While i cling to the threads
of what i wanted us to be


I came to this thread because i found a cool-ass poem that i wanted to share. But then i saw this post and i had to respond to it. I remember you, “User22414”, and this picture that you put here is exactly how i always imagined you. I don't know the specific details of why you left but what i do know is that i have a great deal of affection for you and that i miss you. I dont think you’ll ever see this but this is for you, inspired by your poem...

The curse of those of us who love
Is that loves’ so often unrequited
The curse of passion’s that its uncontrolled
and usually uninvited
The curse of hoping’s that it leaves
Hearts exposed to being slighted
The curse of being tender is
that we’re the one who’ll be ignited.

And burned

We’ve been here many times and yet
It seems the lessons’ are never learned
We’re angry at empty apologies
And sick of being spurned
The more we give the more we know
That through pain our rewards will eventually be earned
And that our failures have built up the credit
To cover the bonds for which we’ve yearned

People are complicated.
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22 Mar 2019 04:23 #336086 by OB1Shinobi
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Found this, recently. Thought it was a good fit...

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

People are complicated.
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09 Jan 2020 18:56 #348247 by Lumella
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Whatever was meant to happen
Whatever was meant to be
In the end what really matters
is just you ...and me

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07 Oct 2020 12:41 - 07 Oct 2020 14:21 #355126 by OB1Shinobi
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If i could just find you
Id hold and remind you
How I once loved every inch of your skin
We cant change the past but the future? Alas -
If I had the chance to just love you again
There is no need to cling onto trivial things
I’ve released all but my memories of you
You may never know but wherever you go
A part of me will be going there, too

People are complicated.
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