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whistling sexy (july 2, 2008) [03 Jul 2008|09:22am] mickeylimon [ music | time of your life - chicane ] so whistling is sexy dire ocean, dire sea calmly careening island by island beach by beach so whistling is sexy ... when you do so words unspoken are true like the wind, like the sand underneath our almost bound feet struggling for thoughts that the body give away so easily, so enchantingly words almost uttered but then again they were never heard yet so true, its so true so the tree, so the rock he climbed, he trudged funny, clumsily, and uncanny like me lying half naked and you whistling sexy ... at me under the scorching march sun friends, rocks and the boat men all gone, all done just you and i left behind ...   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Please Induce Vomiting [27 Jul 2007|03:24pm] libralexi89 [ mood | creative ] All i have to remember you now is the rechid vomit sprawled out unconcious across the floor They took away everything they could find and burned it in a black plastic bag I was quarentined from your disease in my little room without a doorknob They called themselves the "cure" Shaking and shuddering from the withdrawls huddled against the wall, clawing at the window in darkness Instead of weening myself off your taste, the thick sweet syrup They stopped my addiction abruptly or so the "cure" thought You mailed me secretive small doses for a price I can survive without a chunk or two or ten of my heart, it is still beating and bleeding, although slowly. But i can not live without you. What a joke. Your grams were weak and tainted I grew sick of your sickness Allow me to throw you out of my system. Hello, disgusting. How are you? Who have you infected lately? Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

National Poetry Month. [02 Apr 2007|10:50pm] macondo Just to let everyone know that April is National Poetry Month and I'm celebrating this by posting a poem everyday for the next month. I plan to post some of the world's famous---and the not-so-famous---poems over the course of human history to help inspire us. Feel free to friend the community to keep updated! Click here to see the first segment! P.S. Original poetry can also be found there. Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

a summer affair (march 30, 2007) [03 Apr 2007|09:11am] mickeylimon [ music | put your arms around me - texas ]   walking playfully out for coffee teasing, laughing trying to nonchalantly hold my hand i hate coffee…   i’m getting married in two days, he said we stopped the world stopped (again) i smiled forcibly not uttering a single word then finally, we can go on opposite directions and pretend this didn’t happen i head myself say at the back of mind i see myself walking away   momentary pause gently calculating right…what about…everything? what about…last summer? he chided in a guise of contempt God why does he have to remind me the seemingly endless summer affair the dance, the song the breezy Saturday night all came back to me vividly…       do you know this song?     he asked as a way to distract me     as he locks his arm on my hip     and i said, i love this song     all too anticipated for me       he moved his cheeks closer to mine     as he started to sing     his voice dropping to a whisper     the song all too familiar     his voice all too ethereal for my ear     then the world stopped…       for a while     the sand, the ocean     the bonfire faded away     everything was suddenly unimportant     only this     only this mattered…     now i’m stuck on one heel blindsided, dumbfounded caught unexpectedly as i start to take a cigarette buying time for a perfect comeback his hand suddenly held my trembling arm i looked up with a tear held back and then we continued to walk…   to the world we are walking playfully out for coffee teasing, laughing seemingly he’s holding my hand quietly God i hated coffee…   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

in peace (march 17, 2007) [29 Mar 2007|03:13pm] mickeylimon [ music | everything - lifehouse ]   ah ... the familiar pain when love is finally gone stingy ... unpleasant ... this burning feeling inside of extreme loss of unbearable gravity of everything gone in an instant tasty ... still palpable in all your senses with his hasty presence this feeling still remains as familiar as everyday ah ... the familiar hope floating freely in the air from the last woes made to everything falling in place again will it ever last this time? will everything be alright for good? uncertain ... a nauseating shadow of doubt cast instantly as fast as reality this familiar feeling of being at ease may it finally rest in peace   2 Tâlês - Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

new.. [23 Mar 2007|09:01pm] ___vanillaskies this is my first post..if it's not allowed, i understand. Can someone help me with this poem? Like an analysis of this poem?Because I'm not sure I'm on the right track... thanks! Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.                                                  Edna St.Vincent Millay Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Hello [20 Mar 2007|10:07pm] royaldaughter [ mood | lonely ] [ music | my single droning tone ] Hello for I am here a quiet droning tone unnoticed it's how I remain calm On this isolated planet of self-existence I look at you and long I Love everyone but me I see all your beauty in all its splendor I hate mirrors Oh how welcome would my world be without mirrors without reflections Time to speak to me If I don't...no one will the sound of a human is too far in the distance How much longer? Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Once Upon Again [27 Feb 2007|06:39pm] silly_sagi [ mood | lazy ] [ music | Anastacia - Where do I belong ] Dreams fade like flowers As the frost settles For this little boy And this little girl Are wilting like petals And once upon again They wish upon a star For happy ever after But wishes don't go far To once upon again Their world torn apart They can't seem to cope For this little boy And this little girl Have given up hope And once upon again They wish upon a star For happy ever after But wishes don't go far To once upon again Can't start it over You can't heal the hurt For this little boy And this little girl Have lost their self worth And once upon again They wish upon a star For happy ever after But wishes don't go far To once upon again Snow flakes are tumbling Catching and clinging For this little boy And this little girl Are no longer singing And once upon again They wish upon a star For happy ever after But wishes don't go far To once upon again Once upon again Once upon again Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

the coming of age (february 20, 2007) [21 Feb 2007|07:59am] mickeylimon [ music | love thy will be done - martika ]   exercising the will to be forcible for you to see me against tides of unwanted imagery against unexplained comedy of you here lying motionless touching the skin at my back calculating the risks already undertaken from the moment you smelled my hair till your arms playfully linger on my bare hip then in unison looking thru the frosty window listening to the rain pouring madly at the roof whispering carelessly to remember long forgotten memories taken in innocence together leaving the bliss left under the sheets with you holding me closely against your bare chest overpowering me with your able shoulders trapped endlessly wanting blissfully to be here forever without turning back to our lives lived in secrecy   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

for everything (January 21, 2002) [16 Feb 2007|01:16pm] mickeylimon [ music | these are the thoughts – alanis morissette ]   oh thank you so much for being so uninspiring for bridging life and ending so close to my threshold like your heart is my falling scaffold oh thank you so much for being so uninviting like you never did anything but an endless time of luring… to bait me so slowly to need you when im not supposed to oh thank you so much for love and its wonders for life and its marvels to long for you when im not meant to and to be meant for you when im not supposed to thank you so much for love above anything for time in the end of endings for life in the moment of everything for everything, for everything, for everything…   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

i know a place (october 14, 2001) [15 Feb 2007|12:37pm] mickeylimon [ music | its over – vertical horizon ]   i know a place where the sun is a mess and the skies are delightfully gray and sirens paint the day i know this place where the world is fine where the seas are impossibly blue where ive always belonged to you… but you don’t, but you don’t i know a scene from a long forgotten dream when you smiled so enchantingly and i laughed non-cynically i know this scene long before ive stopped to dream long before ive stopped to believe that youll never ever leave… and you did, and you did i know that place long before today when your memory starts to fade and the tears started to dissipate for i have entirely forgotten you… but i don’t, but i don’t and you did, and you did     Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

arms of a stranger (february 10, 2002) [14 Feb 2007|08:07am] mickeylimon [ music | yellow - coldplay ]   here in the arms of a stranger in the heart of common ground were hate is never love and love never hates nothing of that sort exists but only this moment in times absence here in the absence of time theres a lingering sight of perfection pleading for this feeling to eventually fall like raindrops falling from the sky waiting to hit the ground finally here in the realms of the present were yesterday steps in and tomorrow walks away i feel home like coldness around i feel love like hate in a distant sound its all here in the arms of tonight its all here in the arms of a stranger were eternity exists between his eyes and mine and it pleads to cease the existence of time here in the arms of a stranger here in the arms of tonight   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Introduction [13 Feb 2007|12:49pm] silly_sagi [ mood | creative ] [ music | the motels - total control ] Hi everyone! I just joined this group... just got my livejournal too. Hee. My name's Sagi and I'm from Chicago but live in Boston now for school. I love poetry and writing in general. Here's my latest. ^_^ ( painted ) Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

of love and not love (january 21, 2002) [12 Feb 2007|10:22am] mickeylimon [ music | junk of the hearts - the cardigans ]   swooning under the carpet of love and not love of emotions and none emotions crashing under the rug of desire or faltering under the feet of denial fumbling all over your heart so full of carelessness of stepping out or being stepped at of being conscious or being ridiculous of love and the so-called love of you yesterday and of you now i wonder whom did i loved the most somehow between love and hatred of being impassioned or angered i wonder how did i ever made it in times and in places between right and wrong i swoon underneath the mat of love and not love of being in love and being in love with you   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

interlude IX [09 Feb 2007|10:12am] mickeylimon [ music | princes familiar - alanis morissette ]   wondering ... wondering if you are as sincere as cheating as gallant as whining as kind as lying as valiant as hiding wondering ... wondering if love is as furious as hatred as scarlet as death as fervent as bluntness as plain as everyday wondering wondering   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

i said goodbye [02 Feb 2007|12:05pm] mickeylimon [ music | falling inlove - lisa loeb ]   moving forth ahead... secretly hurting deep inside youve let me down "have the ships been long gone?" no looking back just breathing ahead have you let my hands go? i cant feel your heart anymore i am lost this world is too big without you ill drown my heart will succumb stay for a while i cant say goodbye facing ahead tears against the wind tomorrows too blinding all things sinking slipping dreaming away from me can you stay for a while until i can say goodbye?   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

jadie [29 Jan 2007|01:39pm] mickeylimon [ music | nietzsche's eyes - paula cole ]   jadie i called your name you were the light and you were sane you were courageous yet so naive and so i left you as you leave jadie who told you not to say good-bye i know i was there but at least i tried and i know back then you used to try but now jadie please try to justify jadie you were the witness you were cursed but so damn blessed i'm insane, i'm numb and deceitful oh why did you ever find me so beautiful jadie save yourself cause i will miss you as heaven and earth feeds upon the truth i'll be here waiting till you change your mind jadie, if you ever change your mind   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

you [26 Jan 2007|07:56am] mickeylimon [ music | hopelessly addicted - the corrs ]   butterflies... in my stomach endlessly fluttering i dont know i can feel such thing with you and your constant invitation to cascade towards earthly communion seasons... bursting in the scene im not aware of this foreign feeling bouncing off every walls imaginable i never knew life could be this conceivable lingering... singing while im sleeping laughing while im screaming dancing while im spinning i cant escape it need to be in this constant state crazy... narcotically impossible to achieve this mindset so high i cant hardly believe if this is true if this is you   Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

in personae [25 Jan 2007|09:41am] mickeylimon [ music | me - paula cole ] in personae i can be a seamless person apart from me filling the shoes of somebody i have ought to live prematurely in personae i see deception meeting ends against misconception breaking laws altogether just so we can be together in personae i feel i steal glimpse of the sweet future i walk i talk endlessly unbound from reality in personae i am me no matter how immature no matter how unlikely in personae i am free in personae i feel endlessly the fuel for life to be dealt easily i tap its majestic longings to meet my sudden misgivings in personae in personae Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

All you people can't you see, can't you see? [24 Jan 2007|06:34pm] toxic_mystery [ mood | indescribable ] I'm just another porcilain doll with a painted face without a soul cold as ice untouchable so fragile so flawless trapped inside my own perfection Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

in the sand of dreams forever [24 Jan 2007|12:56pm] mickeylimon [ music | all good things (come to an end) - nelly furtado ] and so look at me now finally i’ve gone so far and so fast so steadily i’m almost sure i have forgotten you but never did i forget the way i felt with you as we melt together in the arms of sweet surrender as we rushed together in the sand of dreams forever time moved me so still that i can't even tell what is real i can't even tell how much i loved you until i couldn't feel if i still do time stood still so frequently that i didn’t even noticed how wretched i have been i didn't even feel how love was supposed to be cause i was waiting for you so endlessly cause i was standing here for you so wearily and i was longing for you to come back to me but you never did, you never did still but i was waiting still, i was waiting still forever to melt with you again in the arms of sweet surrender to rush with you again in the sand of dreams forever Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

I need comments... [11 Dec 2006|03:35pm] 6tormentedsoul9 [ mood | creative ] [ music | What is this Feeling? from Wicked ] Um...hi. I am just wondering if you could comment the poems I have. I'm not so sure or confident and I would really appreciate it if you guys could proofread or give suggestions so that I can become better at this. Here is the [link] Thank you very much! ~*6tormentedsoul9*~ Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

comments please [10 Oct 2006|03:56pm] supercarla i posted this on me and my partner's journal (dylanrev).  comments are definitely welcome.  :) the sun strikes his eye and blinds him as he goes about plowing his own piece of earth and as she hands him a cold lemonade and a towel for his sweat he is blinded once again thanks in advance! Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[16 Jul 2006|06:12am] libralexi89 oh how the things we are that change an instant in strangers have we become convince innocense were exchanging ourselves in it were just losing reality together an instant in forever it is gone Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[11 Jul 2006|08:13pm] hippiepippin Contradictions I have been those who wake at dawn already dead dew on my eyelids rising to move, mechanical through familiar steps days identical save the moon and falling leaves which I cannot see bleeding from the cut cords, the only difference between you and me potato sack bundles, peeled white face songs to an empty cradle I have never felt another heart within me but wax and wane with the seasons I have seen condemning white gloved hands twisting like the lethal bend of a swans neck and words form themselves out of the night when I hear my mother sigh and the street light makes my ceiling alien like the surface of the moon, black craters that make a man I could never see Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[29 Jun 2006|09:50pm] toxic_mystery Fade Away I'm standing here alone In a world I cant escape sanity's gone leaving living nightmares From which i cant awake I'm spiraling quickly downwards but no-one gives a damn I'm crawling on my knees with no-one to help me stand If i just gave up, just died where i lay would anyone notice or would i just fade away Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[25 May 2006|12:34am] toxic_mystery [ mood | depressed ] [ music | Within Temptation_ Angels ] ( You Were Everything ) Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[12 May 2006|08:30pm] foolintherain00 Hi everyone. I'm hear because I'd like to say a few words about a poetry community, GLASSHOUSEPOETS. Like this one, it is a poetry community. You're probably saying "I'm already part of a poetry community, why do I need to join another?" It's simple, really. Though there are many poets here for you to read, we also have many, almost as much as this one. At GLASSHOUSEPOETS, we have as many styles as we do writers. We have freestyle, haiku, verse, and prose poets, even a couple writers who's styles are unclassifiable. Our diversity is great, and it's an excellent way to learn and grow as a writer. At GLASSHOUSEPOETS, we only offer constructive criticism. Being a mod, I have yet to see an unfriendly comment to a poem. Everything has been either constructive criticism or something along the lines of "That's adorable!" We really have everything here. If you'd like to check us out, follow this URL: http://community.livejournal.com/glasshousepoets/profile I really hope to see you there. I look forward to enjoy reading what you have to offer. We would really love to have writers like the ones I've seen here. Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[02 Mar 2006|04:35pm] frigidicebitch New lj for poetry. If you genuinely want to read it, and will comment once in a while then comment and I will add you. inbredpainting Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Come join rejectedpoetry [22 Feb 2006|06:54pm] mmb2 Come join rejectedpoetry ! </font> ABOUT US: This community is for poets of all shapes, sizes, and levels. If you're working toward getting published, this is for you. We all have to deal with the frustration of rejection--especially on those annoying prefab slips--and this is a place to help us. Once your poem has been rejected by some publication, post it! Then, other members of the community will give feedback to help you revise so that your poem can be sent out someplace else. *if this post is not allowed by the rules of the community, I apologize. Mods, you're welcome to delete* Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Poetry >> Truth (for the New Year) [29 Jan 2006|05:00pm] smileypillsbury [ mood | creative ] Truth, small marine decapod crustaceans, lettuce, carrots, bean sprouts, sweet basil and vermicelli, served with a house sauce, packed and wrapped tightly between soft rice wrappers. Fresh, rolls dipped in plum ectasy, burning passion through my blood stream. Seaweed, salad lightly tossed in soy and sesame based dressing, quenching every last taste bud of my appetite. Winter, dificient of heat, struggling to slow down our tempo, making us rigid and inflexible, yet we remain unbroken as we march on. Surveyors, fine tuning our equipment to encompass the elaborate landscapes lying before our eyes, luscious feasts imploring our appetites to relentlessly prey upon one another voraciously upon rest. Hands, clasped together like tentacles, smooth and fine to the touch, yet unwavering, a tightly knit chain to keep us strong and healthy. Pucks, sliding back and forth, cascading over a drawn-out temporal stasis of hydrogen and oxygen, constantly searching, striving to score points, a goal. Cheers, flow from the stands, as my hand massages the small of your back, every inch of you electrifying my senses, causing my heart to race. I strive to keep my heart under control these days, for there are ways I would like to keep it racing around you, as long as I don't end me up in the emergency room. In the beginning, I was energized by your presense, your were the inspiration that kept the creative juices flowing. Now, I've had to take sabbaticals, immerse myself in your essense, in order to find a new voice. You've changed me, made me want to be more than I thought I could be, so I figured it was about time I praised thee. Everyday, you smile surrounds me, it protects me, and makes me feel so damn lucky. However, this isn't meant to be a sappy love poem, but a piece of poetic flare, a way to show I care and to show you that you still arouse the hairs all over my skin. Your skin, soft as newborn blossoms untouched by human hands, our breaths, forcing goosebumps to the surface, as floral acrobats waft and glide, slowing to a halt, on the curves and rolling arches of your upper body. You, are my most famous dish, long rice noodles stir-fried chicken, shrimp with egg, bean sprouts, Thai turnips, scallions, all topped with ground peanuts. If I was allergic to you, I would still devour you, enjoying after last bite, as my taste buds achieve maximum escape velocity. But, I would never leave, I would stay stuck in your gravitational pull, engulfed by your wonderful kisses, enjoying all that makes you so, wonderful, amazing, beautiful. Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

Office spaces [08 Jan 2006|11:35pm] v_of_love Part 1 (5 p.m.) Office spaces are Full of mystery And magic When everybody leaves And lights are off The desk's beginning to vibrate and pensil crowls to the edge of table. It gives me shivers When I think about all These dark and empty caves of multimillion megapolis Part 2(after dark) I put a spell upon the keyboard and lubricate the chair with my blood only to protect myself. I stayed at night at the office to watch the moving charm of crack addicted floppy disks Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[09 Dec 2005|05:45pm] innamorata07 [ mood | creative ] [ music | "Good Riddance" Green Day ] so this is the beginning of a story im writing but its kinda poetic and i like it so far... "I cant breathe!" the thought screamed out at me and echoed thro all the space in my mind. No Air, No oxygen is making its way into my body. OH MY GOD i cant breathe. I cant breathe. I CANT BREATHE! I can almost feel my lungs shriveling up inside of me. Why cant I just open my mouth and breathe in? My jaw is locked, all of my joints seem frozen. Not only can i not breathe, I CANT MOVE! This is how a deer in headlights must feel. Every cell in thier brains screaming for thier body to move but not remebering how to. "Move, Breathe, MOVE! BREATHE! DO SOMETHING!!!" My mind was now screeching at my body to force some sort of movement just to stay alive. Somehow I managed to submit the muscles in my neck to swallow. The movement shook my senses back to reality. I took a quick breath in and shakily forced a smile. Muttered something without thinking about what words my lips were forming, yet never even contemplating breaking eye contact. I was entranced. A small tug on my sleeve reminding me of those i am actually here with. Reluctantly I turn. Against my will walking farther away. Recovering from a moment that seemed to last hours that in reality only lasted about 2 seconds. Recovering from the shock of being breathless. Recovering from him. Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

[07 Dec 2005|01:41am] bloomto_perish_ Leaving that all too familiar light, torn from cruelties of mediocrity, a lone rose is consumed and thrown into eternal suspension. Writing in sweet agony, it longs extinction as it is bound by expression of a silent sorrow that cannot pierce the perfection of forgotten chaos. It finds comfort in lost memories as it lies in an ocean of darkness, scoffing at the night. What a strange place to find a rose, ablaze in such a desolate chasm. Fighting for strength, it waits in vain, for only now does it see its path with clarity. Crying out, a warning falls without striking a soul. All those seeking relief from the light, the emptiness is desperation. Be warned, for if you do not remain, you too will covet the very essence that survives the rose.                                       --Kristine Grunst                                      "Surviving The Rose" © Kristine Grunst (ME!) Wrïtè Whät Ú Kñõw.

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