how wreckless
how cruel
how incoherant
how awful.
it always ends up the same
yet another cowardly
and smart man
running for his life.
i look like shit.
i am quiet, for once.
Now what to say?
He very blatantly admits
to feeling no more.
His honesty is believable
and disheartening.
I crumble.
I should have come to expect this by now...
I drive each and every one of them away!
That fucking mouth of mine
is no good.
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I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you vomit them out upon my face.
"Killing the Love"
Love your self's self where it lives.
Dearest,
although everything has happened,
nothing has happened.
Love! That red disease —
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
………………..
You shouldn’t have to give up your mouth
For a fella to love you.
That is simply unfair.
~R~
in the search for a safe haven for yer soul.
u drive em away because
they have offered all they can to you,
and
it
simply
isnt enough.
no need to be ashamed of that.
People always say to me, hang in there, the right guy will come along. I won't say that to you because I'm not sure I believe it anymore. I will say be good to yourself and do not quit enjoying life. There is a lot of good out there.
Lezlie
The right man.
Right men or women are conjured. From the mind that desires them. This mind suffers tremendous abuse morphing unwilling victims into this role. Still, it wakes up next morning all ready for some loving.
And seeks and wanders to find it.
Rated.
love that find no perch shit. gonna steal it.
hey alex. scylla been baring his heart lately. go see him.
Take care. Writing is all about finding your voice and relationships seem to be about finding someone who can hear it.
rei is right:confidence. and finding voice.
fuck men. who needs em?
Writing is all about finding your voice
outside self is where it is at;
go occupy
Easy to say....not always easy to do.
ume and matt.
they may need tending, if u make comments///////////////?
poor fellas, needful of gals.
their warmth and wisdom & whatnot.
a loved one gotta be able to take the worst hit.
by the way, alex,
you misspelleled reckless.
tis wreckless in yr post.
wait! COULD BE YR SUBCONSCIOUS SPEAKING & MISSPELLING!
maybe you aint a wreck. maybe u= wreck-less.
who the fuck knows.
only karma.
As I have said, I like your bare bones, blunt bare light bulb poems.
i bit it always. it was a travesty of my biology
and a disaster of my
self confidence.
yet i learned to...not bite...but sorta...love bite my tongue.
like; SHUSH. WE CAN TALK TOGETHER LATER,
U & me, tongue.
hence my insomnia, arg.
as of now. as i lay me head down to sleep, pray the lord
my soul to keep. etc.
you won tho with killer last lines:
"That fucking mouth of mine
is no good."
as tho u dissassociated from it! calling it "that mouth"!
my theory= u are actually sweet .
that mouth is defense.
what is to defend tho, gal?
all you got is your you, in process of becoming.
no defense needed for a woman who is busy being born,
not busy dying.
you ought to be on a poster or something.
MARCH, GALS! REGAIN YER FUCKIN FEMININITY!
HA
speak your mind before it does
I think you have just not met the right person yet.
I've known these woodpeckers who think they're men. They come tapping, leaving their splinters embedded in those tender places, and quickly disappear when you've outgrown their welcome by the honesty you spew as a poison to which they've no antedote. They cannot take the cold, but expect that you can.
We welcome the majority, and yet they disengage from the reality of love and life.
Fuck 'em!
R
I've known these woodpeckers who think they're men. They come tapping, leaving their splinters embedded in those tender places, and quickly disappear when you've outgrown their welcome by the honesty you spew as a poison to which they've no antedote. They cannot take the cold, but expect that you can.
We welcome the majority, and yet they disengage from the reality of love and life.
Fuck 'em!
R
terrifying indeed.
~
ah old george was disturbed but not dealt to ruin by her mouth.
mom
would say to stuff like
"I should have come to expect this by now...
I drive each and every one of them away!
That fucking mouth of mine
is no good."
~
now i think of it, alex, you and eleanor ..yikes...have alot in common.
it would be a hard thing for a man to experience the both
of u,
at once.
thank god, as i say of mom.,
she is safely in the dirt.