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Sooner or later,
whether it's
in a doctor's surgery,
on stage
drunk
in front of people you've never met before
(and hope you'll never see again),
in a dream in which you realise
you're not only unclothed,
but late for an exam that makes no sense to you,
invigilated by your long-dead grandmother,
or on a slab
with all your organs
stuffed in jars
and...
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emagix:
Nice post! I found through the forum and I think I like you!
laneyboy:
Totally love the set. Tagged and commented.
Wow!!!!
Come on, we need another UK star!
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Continued...
I Know I'd Miss You

Debased, disgraced,
the taste still in my mouth
from when you made me
lick your fingers clean -
it's not an unfamiliar scene:
whispered nothings
sweet with venom
dripping onto skin
burnt with needing too much
[it's only a sin
if you don't enjoy it,
which makes me a paragon of fucking virtue].
Under you,
hanging on your every...
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andrealaz:
damn you are gorgeous!
allegro:
Um, wow. This poem left me speechless. Then there were the pictures...
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You Know You'd Miss Me:- A Love Poem, of Sorts...

I know at the end of the day, it's just a hole,
and half the population have one, but
who else would let you get away with
the shit I let you do to me?
Other women would have had you arrested
for some of the things that you've suggested,
not so much requested as...
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xzombiex:
nice poem
rawkz:
Great poem, really well written. kiss
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Metal Nights - Part 3 of 3

End of the Metal Nights

Final track plays out.
There's just enough time
to knock back one more drink
and think to myself "well,
it was good
while it lasted".

It ended as it had to:
in spilled beer and cigarette ends,
with the doormen's silent encouragement
for us to drink up and be gone,
to be swallowed...
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metatag:
I know that sense of things ending. My friendships are often made with people who move around my social scene changes when people I like move away. It would be good to have that grounded sense that comes from a content stability.
grumpyoldbastard:
you are very welcome, n thank you for the add mad ARRR!!! love
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Metal Nights 2 of 3

After Metal Night #11

After 11 months of waiting and what-ifs and maybes,
11 months of knowing you and not knowing you,
of missing someone not mine to miss,
of careful avoidance and skilled restraint,

in a borrowed spare room,
under circumstances we had not planned,
the pretence stopped,
and the clothes came off.

Our bodies' starved response
- after...
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greaser:
I loved your poem love
It's funny that the minibar line in your profile says "likes 12 Angry Men". I just watched the original with Henry Fonda two days ago wink
I actually haven't checked out your set yet, but I promise to do that in the very near future.
societyspliers:
I'm sure we could get 12 angry men together for you wink

Great poem - and that shot's great - love the angle, and women musicians are way sexy.
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Metal Night [A Poem]

You step in,
past the black-coated bouncers,
and out of the rain
that beads on your leather jacket,
spills through your hair
onto pale skin.

I want to taste the rain on your lips,
but I don't want you to know that.

Instead I play it cool
(I think),
pretend I didn't notice you walk in,
pretend I haven't missed you...
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mckenneth:
Thanks for the nice words.

So many of the things you like are awesome that I won't bother to list them out here.
stereorodeo:
Hey, thanks for accepting my friend request. You're just so interesting. That poem is really good. I especially like the verse:

"Two cigarettes in my mouth.
I light them both,
pass one to you:
the nearest I'll get to kissing you tonight."

Awesome.
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dpgc44:
Lara croft is that you?
buckyverano:
Most beautiful potential/future S.G. I have ever laid eyes on. love
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In case anyone was not aware of the fact, I'm naked in 'hopefuls' - go look.
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theaceface:
Your set is the delish. Lucky Rickenbacker!
rowe:
Yummy Yum Yum!!!
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A reminder what summers in this country used to be like...

the smell of spoilt fruit and veg after the market's cleared away;
sweat-stained vests, scorched lawns, sunburnt shoulders;
hosepipe bans [even though the river burst its banks in May and flooded the town];
punch-ups, anti-clamactic, on sweating pavements outside pubs at kicking-out time;
baked air on empty buses winding through quiet, odd-named villages;
the...
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novocainesmile:
that was actually an amazing blog!! blush
tiggie:
My friend and I were discussing that the other day. But not as beautifully phrased.