So this weekend was both wonderful and awful, ended on a down sort of note, and I was feeling sad.
I talked to oblivion for a while, and then he wrote me a poem. I feel better now.
Here's the poem.
These tangents flow heavy
Our hearts speak in tongues
Instances work between us
The small reality that is
A larger truth we create
If...
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I talked to oblivion for a while, and then he wrote me a poem. I feel better now.
Here's the poem.
These tangents flow heavy
Our hearts speak in tongues
Instances work between us
The small reality that is
A larger truth we create
If...
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inannamute:
Things
I've decided I need to make a list of all the things I'd like to do, all the projects I have to work on, so that I can tick them off as I complete them.
This is in no particular order
(1) I was given a very bent and messed up french horn. I'd like to take it apart, strip the lacquer, repare the dents...
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This is in no particular order
(1) I was given a very bent and messed up french horn. I'd like to take it apart, strip the lacquer, repare the dents...
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astarimpaled:
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obliviousfocus:
These tangents flow heavy
Our hearts speak in tongues
Instances work between us
The small reality that is
A larger truth we create
If our words speak for us
How do we know they are felt
Who is to say that this is the time
When masks are shed
True faces are shown
Take your hand in mine
Tell me one last time
How you stood on the shores
Of this desire and waited for me to cross
A boat built out of conscious desire
I paddle across with resolve
Don't let this moment pass
They are so short
If I could show you through my eyes
Would you accept this
Or would you think of former lies
Your fingers touch my lonely skin
It cries out in need
Let us not think of our past
A future is undefined
Shall we write our own story
Our hearts speak in tongues
Instances work between us
The small reality that is
A larger truth we create
If our words speak for us
How do we know they are felt
Who is to say that this is the time
When masks are shed
True faces are shown
Take your hand in mine
Tell me one last time
How you stood on the shores
Of this desire and waited for me to cross
A boat built out of conscious desire
I paddle across with resolve
Don't let this moment pass
They are so short
If I could show you through my eyes
Would you accept this
Or would you think of former lies
Your fingers touch my lonely skin
It cries out in need
Let us not think of our past
A future is undefined
Shall we write our own story
oblivion wrote a poem for me.
Noone has ever done that before. It's awesome.
You should go to his journal and read it.
So my ex boyfriend just called me a half hour ago. I'd like to extend to you all the privelege of his logic, on the grounds that if I have to suffer, so do you.
Now, back history. I dumped this guy...
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Noone has ever done that before. It's awesome.
You should go to his journal and read it.
So my ex boyfriend just called me a half hour ago. I'd like to extend to you all the privelege of his logic, on the grounds that if I have to suffer, so do you.
Now, back history. I dumped this guy...
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obliviousfocus:
I returned the favor of the testimonial
*bows*
*bows*
obliviousfocus:
Hey now that I am fully in control of my mental faculties I wanted to say sorry about last night. I kinda unloaded on you and that was unfair. *hugs*. Thank you for listening though.
Wizziwig.
I am who you see, the same, but differed.
What you grab, hold on to.
Encapsule, pill'd, easy to swallow.
Hard figured, complex moleculed, are
attatched, bounded,
Bonded. Join'd, but discrete. Unfitted.
Can't take heed. A thousand atoms, thousand me's.
But one, all you see.
I am who you see, the same, but differed.
What you grab, hold on to.
Encapsule, pill'd, easy to swallow.
Hard figured, complex moleculed, are
attatched, bounded,
Bonded. Join'd, but discrete. Unfitted.
Can't take heed. A thousand atoms, thousand me's.
But one, all you see.
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turbotoez:
Yay for downriver!
I live very close to you!
I live very close to you!
falkor:
how's mute doin'? work still hetic.
http://www.poemhunter.com/kahlil-gibran/poet-28808
The above link will take you to some poems of Kahlil Gibran from the Prophet.
Enjoy & let me know what u think.
http://www.poemhunter.com/kahlil-gibran/poet-28808
The above link will take you to some poems of Kahlil Gibran from the Prophet.
Enjoy & let me know what u think.
It all starts with this, a prelude, a kiss. A wish for something, a longing to feel. A sense of absolution, belonging. The sweetness of your hands, bringing me close. Glossy, glowing, stomach wrenching sensation. A sound and I disappear, don't remember who I was, where I am. I'm connected through the corridors of desire, walking to ultimate unknowing, undistinguished complete. Fantastic blue, red. No...
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dan76:
Thanks for the comment on my abs album pic 
obliviousfocus:
your ego proceeds you hahaha
It's been six years since I was last in my native land. Sometimes I get homesick, I don't miss the people, even my family that I left behind.. I miss the places. I miss London, I miss walking along the Thames at night, or barefoot down Whitehall on my way home from the clubs.. I miss the trees, where I grew up. England has an...
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falkor:
I know what you mean about London, it really is a great place with its own unique energy. I find it like this in most old cities, felt similar in Florence.
Like you said, States is your home, London would be different for you now bwcause you would be looking at it through the eyes of a visitor. Have you ever read Kahalil Gibran's Prophet? The start when he sees the ship and the feelings he experiences is so true.
What line of work are you in?
You don't seem so intimidating.
Like you said, States is your home, London would be different for you now bwcause you would be looking at it through the eyes of a visitor. Have you ever read Kahalil Gibran's Prophet? The start when he sees the ship and the feelings he experiences is so true.
What line of work are you in?
You don't seem so intimidating.
obliviousfocus:
yes mam it was fun fun fun. i even went and looked at toshiba satellites for a possible desktop replacement.!!!
An ode to....
Oh, curvy, smooth, white, gleaming.
Your sensuous roundness draws me in..
Warm and comfort,, wet, and hot.
I can't tell where your secrets end, or begin.
heh. Guess the object of my desire..
Oh, curvy, smooth, white, gleaming.
Your sensuous roundness draws me in..
Warm and comfort,, wet, and hot.
I can't tell where your secrets end, or begin.
heh. Guess the object of my desire..
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obliviousfocus:
well damn !!!!
yeah i'm thinking a cheap ps2 lately too to pass the time.
yeah i'm thinking a cheap ps2 lately too to pass the time.
obliviousfocus:
hrm that is a bit off. i used to own like 30 atari games and no atari. it was a sad day in history
So last night, I met up with someone I know from my website, for the first time.
He didn't rape and murder me, but we did end up driving around in the middle of nowhere, so at one point, it was vaguely plausible. After all, when you meet a totse member for the first time, you always have a little voice in the back of...
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He didn't rape and murder me, but we did end up driving around in the middle of nowhere, so at one point, it was vaguely plausible. After all, when you meet a totse member for the first time, you always have a little voice in the back of...
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inannamute:
It's funny you say that, because yeah, originally, like a year ago we were supposed to meet, but he was too intimidated.
My weekend is like most weekends. I work.
I have monday tuesday wednesday off every week though, so it's ok.
My weekend is like most weekends. I work.
I have monday tuesday wednesday off every week though, so it's ok.
x_doug_x:
hi, thanks for adding me.
sorry for not leaving a comment or anything first. i do look forward to getting to know you a little better though.
sorry for not leaving a comment or anything first. i do look forward to getting to know you a little better though.
inannamute:
If you can't figure it out.... uh.
Notorious Crumpet
It seemed the most ridiculously improbable thing to have happened at that moment in time, in amongst the already fairly unlikely series of events that I chose to call my life.
I had only discovered this place recently, and decided mostly to return on the basis of the heavily muscled high school senior male employees which afforded a cheap and harmless, though vaguely...
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It seemed the most ridiculously improbable thing to have happened at that moment in time, in amongst the already fairly unlikely series of events that I chose to call my life.
I had only discovered this place recently, and decided mostly to return on the basis of the heavily muscled high school senior male employees which afforded a cheap and harmless, though vaguely...
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falkor:
Glad to be of service my dear, it would be nice if we could get together for some crumpets & cream.
Come to think of it, isn't crumpet an old english expression for a girl who is a bit liberial??? if so i think cream would go quite nice with you as well maybe some strawberries too 
Come to think of it, isn't crumpet an old english expression for a girl who is a bit liberial??? if so i think cream would go quite nice with you as well
maybe some strawberries too
inannamute:
It's more of an expression for a girlfriend/fuckbuddy, in a kind of naughty sense that noone but Brit's do well, like, "Did you see Fred's crumpet? Isn't she a young one?!"
Yes, strawberries and cream go well with me. Although I do have to admit that food and sex sound far better than the actual experience has ever been for me. It always ends up way too messy and sticky, at least every time I've tried..
Yes, strawberries and cream go well with me. Although I do have to admit that food and sex sound far better than the actual experience has ever been for me. It always ends up way too messy and sticky, at least every time I've tried..
Love.
> His heat drew her to him, seductive, soft, and insistent. Anywhere near him, and she could feel it, glowing like an aura. It was unlike anything shed ever felt before. Most people seemed to suck the life from her. Vampires for her energy, her vibrant spirit, her body. Leaving her drained, worn, and tired. With him it was different. Just a little time...
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astarimpaled:
that made me cry...
i used to believe in love an happiness, in the end all i got was my heart broken, stabbed, and a feeling like i am nothing, just worthless.
i used to believe in love an happiness, in the end all i got was my heart broken, stabbed, and a feeling like i am nothing, just worthless.
quasi_sean:
Very nice writing...
The touch of your fingers
My skin is awash in desire
The sight of your bare skin
LIke a call to home
My tongue wanders
Upon the taffy of your body
It sings to me of memories
The softness
Skin like a short caress
It speaks to me in desire
Your breasts hang like ambrose
Ready to be plucked for the eating
My lips water
Anticpating their immortal touch
If i could be be inside
Your secret passage
Roam through the halls of your decandence
Would you slave yourself to me
Your body a robot to my lust
If then goto my conquests
Let our touch coagulate into frenzy
When our tongue latch
Caught in the throws of death
Hungry with a need for life
Suck out the preconceived notions
Like damaged goods we sift through our bodys
Searching and exploring
A simple touch become agony
How easy it would be to meld
Our lust a call for the hidden
Shall we partake in the fruit
Or let the vines wither from neglect
Darling let me sing you unvoiced words
So that you could feel this heat
In the darkness of ourselves
Only we shall see the truth
Nibbling upon the succulent
I sense your surrender
Like clay
I mold it to my needs
These moments are hidden
Amongst the folly of masks
I hold them to be self evident
That my desire for you holds no equal
As I fall into peaceful slumber
You are imprinted into my soul