Verbal Abuse/The Poetry Corner

Shit i have just cumm, but dont feel like I did What to do, I dont know what to do,all I know is that i still feel you,your wet mouth on my cock your cold hands on my ass and when it cums down to it the question is oh the fuck or you.

FlowRyder

I love you Flow Ryder!

It´s Margaret Atwood...

"You Fit Into Me"

Like a hook
Into an Eye

A fish hook

An open eye

SUNNY DAYS
I'v been living
in this pit
for three days.
The bitch
won't let me out.
the mask is soiled
and it stings.
I know her game now.
She'll never let me out.

Hey Candyass!
Hey Candyass!

That's right honey
It is sooo sweeeet.
Why if you had just one taste,
(not that your gonna get it)
But if you had?
You wouldn't be able to keep your
Greedy, little, finger lickin' hands to yourself.

Bitch!!

curtsy, I LOVE those poems. Holy moley, those rock...

MORE!

Ouch!
Bobby Pin Bobby
Stuck a little prick in my wig.
Ouch! That hurt.
Bobby Pin Bobby
Read me a little poem.
Ouch! That made me think.
Bobby Pin Bobby
Said, "It's OK,
It's OK."
Ouch! That felt good.

FASHION
Minerva sank deep into the sofa and pondered....
"A real girl shouldn't wear the same dress
everyday." Reaching behind, she pulled the velvet curtains from the rod. Tearing them into ribbons and tying the strips together with boot lace, she formed a cape complete with festoons. Tres haute couture chez chez la femme!

Pray you say at 10:00pm everyday. So we all do and this is what i had to say.
My father,the big man the man of all men,I ask only one thing for the health of my friend.For you see he is giving,loving,generous,smart,creative,
helpfull and there are so many other good things.So I ask you why would you take him. Leave him here with us for we are not finished with him and I am sure that he still wants to experience many other things. Oh my Father all loving all forgiving, we love him and we are a family we would take care of him but we need your help with this small thing, his health for you see we would miss him oh so much and in this World with all the hate and tragadys I asure you we trully are in need of him.He is one of your more helpfull,loving,opendminded Children and would be very helpfull in the everyday fight for health,freedom,respect and just understanding of our lifestyles. For there are young people that need guidence. We are all here to help but he Bobby Miller is just amazing. You have given him great powers!! Let him use them for awile longer, there are many that he needs to touch with those powers that you gave him. So he is just doing your work, in a way he helps us stay crative, hopefull and sain. So all I ask is for his Health and wont you please not take him away.I LOVE you with all my hart Father and remeber all I have ever asked from you is my health. And now I ask for the same for my Very good friend Bobby Miller.
LOVE YOU BOBBY
I will allways pray
for you

This poem made me cry, so I read it three times aloud as a prayer to Bobby.

I had to come back to read the Flowryder poem again. And cry again. Why? Because it so sweetly tells me how we need Bobby's brilliance everyday and how much of a continual inspiration he is for so many, myself included. Amongst his influences , Bobby always show me how to "take back the night," three ways to Sunday.So this poem is about why Bobby is so important to the universe. NEW WORLD I went to Mexico
to look for Burroughs
I went to the East Village
to Howl.
I saw the ghost of Ginsburg
and America isn't america
Anymore.

Hello, hello, Boys and Girls, Here is a little jolt of energy from me to you:
Sometimes this world can be hard and even cruel,
People sometimes mean or just fucked up people;
But, for the next few days, they're not going to know what hit them, for I am sending them a jinx with the help of the man upstairs,
So they won't be mean, and definitely not rude, for once they are going to help us with the things we have to do to better our lives and get closer to that goal.
So, if there is a job that you need, you get it,
If there is a gig that you're waiting for, you get it,
WHY?
'Cause we are cool and remember: No matter what they say, stay cool, the man upstairs is working for you and me.

I LOVE YOU ALL OH SO MUCH, IT GREAT TO HAVE FRIENDS
LIKE YOU ALL, I AM SO BLEESSSD I FEEEELLL SO TAAAALLL, I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WEEEELLL ON THIS DAY OF EVERYTHING, A DAY OF LOVING, GIVEN, HUGING, KISSING, PRAYING, FORGIVING, UMMM I THINK THAT IS EVERYTHING AND IF THERE IS SOMETHING I FORGOT(PAUSE) WELL YOU CAN JUST SEND IT IN THOUGT

HAPPY EVERYTHING
LOVE YOU GUYS

I thought I was popular
I didn't know I was so loved.

I go to sleep and give thanks at
the richness of my life.

There is only joy amoung the pain
I am thrilled to be alive.

(My apologies for any spelling mistakes, and my lengthy verbiage.)

I
ran my fingers along the timecards
and I pucked my name, Carrie Lauf Art/Artist.
The timeclock made a prehistoric punching sound as I checked my watch, 4:01 p.m.

I grabbed the first two ads in the box, and I made a mad dash for the cafeteria after I started up my MAC.
My co-workers acknowledged me as I sat down and typed my login to the network.

Jim looked over at me and he shook his head, and asked me if I had cast any spells because he believed that Witches cast spells during the Winter Solstice.
I just laughed at him, and I reiterated that I did not practice, but I kept an open mind, and occasionally poured Evian water on the roots of trees after I hugged them.

He mumbled something and began talking about his brother's lifestyle.
I knew what he meant, and I listened for a few moments as I looked over the changes in my ad.

"I'm afraid for him," Jim blurted out with enough concern to set off my verbal abuse, and slap his Christian views into another plane.
I thought for a split second before I told Jim, "Put yourself in his shoes, and imagine what it would be like. Imagine telling your family and friends about your homosexuality. Imagine that you are instantly viewed differently, and suddenly your best buddies stoped calling, and your father could not look you in the eyes."

Jim hung his head, and he was rendered silent, and everyone in my office seemed to be staring at me.

"Jim, The Great Spirit loves everyone. If Heaven had so many rules don't you think the clouds would be pretty damned lonley, and there would be no stars up in the sky?"

He could do nothing except look at me, and chew his lip.

My heart is too overwhelmed to respond to your prayer. I can only revel in it's love. I love you Robert. Betty is a lucky girl. Thank you for your
powerful and sincere voice. You are so valuable in this world.

Bobby

on Nowhere Street a kiss was
laid on me by
an angel.telltale

his beard used my
jawbone to reminisce
the solidities of
loneliness one man offers
another.one

year of disbelief astonished
my lips with truth,hundreds
of days loose

among birth's return.the microbes
that took his wakeing forget a
ridiculous perogative on
Jane Street.the angel had
finished a wandering

dance through collective
love humans incant with
their lives -the body delivers
its own future to enliven pure
design of opportunity's
horizons.my

lack of ability to
explain perfectly describes
the year to those
horizons on Nowhere
Street, my eyes and
the angel's trade
their depths where

bitterness and strength do
the seeing in grattitude as
recognition holds silence. i

do not want to
serve the things of the earth
.

[This message was edited by seven on 01-12-03 at 08:20 PM.]

wow,beautiful forum happy happy

Which I got out of some underground mag before all of you except Sabrina were born.

I'm a sleet shitter
I shit sleet
I'm the best sleet shitter that ever shit sleet
[Repeat]

Appropriate, considering the lovely weather.

Dudley Randall
(1914-)

Ballad of Birmingham
(1966)

(On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963)

"Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?"

"No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren't good for a little child."

"But, mother, I won't be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free."

"No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children's choir."

She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.

The mother smiled to know that her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.

For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.

She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
"O, here's the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?"

Thinking about
his smile
his eyes
as I sit here
beside myself
I miss him
his company
his warmth.
I miss most of all
the way he kissed me
the way he made me feel when we hugged, it was too real.
Whats the deal.
Y do I feel
this way...
Y am I so lonly
I feel almost
homely.
I sit here and
tears well up in my eues
I begin to cry
and wonder why
why does this happen
why are people so hurtful
why, do I sit here and cry.
My tears begin to dry.
I look into the sky
I see night,
I see stars
maybe even mars...

Good Bye, with faery kisses & faery dust....

eyes open
tears fall
all and all
my head drops
onto the pillow
my eyes close
I smell the scent of rose
where are my clothes?
what just happened?
where am I?
Who am I
why do I want to die, why do I cry... so often
why is it so hard.
why is this life
why does it feel like its not for me

Good Bye, with faery kisses & faery dust....

Estar con tigo fue un sueno que se me hiso verdad.
Pero como un sueno yo me a levantado a ver que tu no estas a me par.
Ahora lo que ago es sonar y sonar, porque esa es la unica forma que yo te puedo enamorar.
Ay como yo quesera que estae sueno se convirtiera entre realidad, porque me corazon no aguanta mas.

LOVE FlowRyder

Suck cock is what she does best.
Oh how good it feels when her lips are rapped around my head.
Sucking licking, pulling, kissing, and this is just on my head.
Oh, the shaft is 8in/6in hard and she dose her best.
She opens her mouth as much as she can.
Letting my cock take her breath;
Gag she may, but stop she won't.
For that is what she loves best - to please me till I cum all over her face & chest.

Ahhhh the Bard is back!

Conosco una donna
Desidera inserire la sua barretta in mio foro.
Gli resisto, anche se so che finalmente riuscirà;
Dormirò ed allora mi sveglierò, penetrato!

(Dedicated to Ron at The Slide)

Othello

Poor Fellow

Iago plyed Rodrigo by pumping up his ego

Desdemona ruined her reputation by eloping 'neath her station

Cassio got drunky, chased Rodrigo like a monkey

Othello got quite cranky once Emilia took his hanky

He slew poor Desdemona and then he was alona!

The strength of one is great,
The strength of a few is incredible,
The strength of many is phenominal,
The strength of all is unstoppable.

you know my aunty Nelly
she's got a wooden belly
and every time she laughs
it shakes like jelly

don't give up yer day job....

Hi all. I seand you all my LOVE< ENERGY & PRAYERS. So I hope you are all well and I mean AALL, things have been a little off so I have not been too creative, but in th words of DADDY!![ go with the Flow). So in this case some one else should have went with the flow. THE flow of the toilet.

COURTESY FLUSH



A courtesy FLUSH is what you do, after you drop that stinky Doo.
Dont let others smell your Poo.
Dont be VULGaR,dont be RUDE!!!!
So next time you sit on the bowl.
FLUSH it the minute your Dooo comes out of you hole...

COURTESY FLUSH

P.S ILOVE you all
But i cany make it

[This message was edited by FlowRyder on 06-21-03 at 12:12 PM.]

The days are long.
The nights are cold.
Were have you gone with my FUCKEN soul.
You were here and now your not.
I dont want to get married I just want to FUCK.
To feel you beside me curesing me kissing me
holding me or just making love to me.
Or is that to much to ask from you???
Or am I being a fool!!
To think that you are just going to be here beside me agin.
To make me feel compleat and hole agin!!!
Even if it were just for a littal while!!!!
BUT NO YOU JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS!!!!
(FUCK ME!! FUCKED AGIN!!).

scar tissue
thicker than skin
layers and layers
all the kings men
doggie piled
on top of each other
just another gash
just like my mother
scar tissues scar tissues
star tissues star tissues
from all of the issues
born from all the issues
like a fortress
around my heart
notch to belt
time to restart
dissapointment
over and again
every time I know
I won't be the same
what doesn't kill you
makes you stronger
the tissue is thicker
the list is longer
a rap sheet of
too many men
just being themselves
scaring me again
and I know I'll
get back on the horse
once I get over
yet another divorce
from myself and my
dreams of love
learned another
lesson of trust
broke my heart
raped my guts
stole from my family
can't believe my luck
harder than bricks
this soul built 2 last
gotta hug myself again
gotta forgive the past.


Well behaved women rarely make history.

[This message was edited by Vulgaras on 08-11-03 at 03:52 AM.]

Slap me.
Curse me
Make me cry.
Make me bite my lip till they bleed inside.
Make me fell like your women
Make me fell as I am all yours.
To do as you please.
For that is what makes me happy and giddy inside.
I am your slut.
I am your whore.
To do as you wish.
For I am yours.
I am your bitch.
I am all!!! ALL YOURS!!!

Bobby my FRIEND how have you been.
Hope you are felling GOOD and GAY.
Haveing FUN with LIFE or ANYOTHER things.
You are an INPERATION to me and lots of my FRIENDS.
Didnt want you to FORGET that.
But then again I know you COUDENT do that your just to COOL of a FRIEND.
YOU LOVE evryone and APPRECIATE evrything.
So then YOU must know.
I PRAY for you BROTHER and wish you the best of evrything.
HEALTH, LOVE, PEACE of MIND, GOOD FRIENDS and the
STRENTH that YOU need to HELP the rest of US.



Dont ever Quit.
Dont ever Forget.
We Love You Brother.

Thank you for thinking of me beauty.

I am doing just fine. Life is sweet and so are you and I am loving that you are thinking of me.

I had a hot wet dream about you the other night.
You tasted so good in the dream that I woke up wet and sweaty.
I miss you too Rob.

Love,

Bobby xxx

I am your bitch!
I love you.
I know I've said it a million times but...
YOU ARE THE GREATST MAN WHO EVER LIVED!

I feel as if I lost something.
Something Pure.
Something Exciting.
Something Unique.
Something Strong.
Something Beautiful.
Something Cute.
Something Sexy.
Something Loving
Something Understanding.
Something Accepting.
Something Special.
Oh and this has me Insane.
Could I be that Stupid.
To lose such a Great thing.
But then again I find a way to lose Everything.
Damn I hope to find that Love again.
See for I always Find my lost stuff.
But it is always something I need.
See for the Universe likes me, but only with things I really need.
So I pray that in this life you are as important
to me as I see you to be.
I can only pray that the Universe feels the same as me.
For in my eyes I can't do with out thee.
I find it hard sometimes to just breath.
I need you and want to learn from thee.
So now I will open myself to this Crazy Universe.
So it knows how I feel about thee.
Hope it works!!!!! Cause I MISS THE SHIT OUT OF THEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn I hate when I
Loss such Precious
Things

rope is velvet, rope is red
I'm on the wrong side instead
of sitting where I should be
standing in the wings, waiting
chewing off another foot
& hating all of these rules
top and bottom social grace
just keeping me in my place
with jagged heart & wild eyes
channel my demons or die
trying over and again
pushed envelope is my sin
my voice is a bottle at sea
waiting to be read openly
floating in the unknown chill
hanging onto its own will
the rope is velvet the rope is red
& I'm gonna cross it before I'm dead.

Copyright Velocity Chyaldd (2003)

Well behaved women rarely make history.

the warmth of your skin,
the way it feels,
your hands on me
the flicker of the candle
as the wax drips down
onto my skin,
I look at you with a grin
I have sinned, from within
I take a deep breath, and feel my hands and ankles bound.
I lay there quivering,
and with out a sound
my eyes were soon covered
what a suprise...
I feel the hot wax
the burning,
on my skin
dripping and drying,

Good Bye, with faery kisses & faery dust....