Registered: Jan 2002
Location: Knoxville , TN
Posts: 110

The night reached out and bit him .
Her dark hair palyign against his face.
Cool lips rubbing agaisn his.
Until...
the red neon flash of desire passed over him,
Warmth the wetness travel down his body
like traffic on a rainy summers eve.
He dreams of this,
and other things
But
most of all,
he dreams of her eyes .
Long dark alleys filledwith presence.
A presence more felt than seen,
Filled with life .
When she looked at him ,
gossamer wings brushed his mind,
face
and body
in succession.
He shivers.
The dream cracks as nights pond in the spring thaw of daybreak .
He awakens.
Hope rising with the mornign sun.

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Registered: Sep 2000
Location: Playa d'en London
Posts: 9854

spammer

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Registered: Jan 2001
Location: Denver
Posts: 20601

Just so you know, I'm going to have a brain seizure here in a minute.

-m

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Registered: Jan 2002
Location: Knoxville , TN
Posts: 110

ah why a brain seizure

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Registered: Sep 2000
Location: Playa d'en London
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quote:

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Originally posted by Mordecai
Just so you know, I'm going to have a brain seizure here in a minute.

-m

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Registered: Apr 2001
Location: Virginia Beach, VA
Posts: 1480

quote:

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Originally posted by Wooof-Garrr
ah why a brain seizure

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Registered: Jan 2001
Location: Denver
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I'll tell you later.

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Oakland-ish
Posts: 6041

we have this great little forum called "asylum art" where you can post your art and stuff. poetry included.

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I'd comment on this, but I'm not allowed to be mean to newbies

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Registered: Aug 2001
Location: Hilbert Space
Posts: 35962

It is definitely a poem. It's got broken lines and everything.

Send this hound to asylumart!

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Registered: Jul 2000
Location: my mother's bloody womb
Posts: 7234

this isn't a real poem. it doesn't even mention a unicorn heart.

amateurs.

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Registered: Nov 2001
Location: on the move
Posts: 1266

I always liked the way poetry takes normal everyday words and places them in such a way that they provoke images in the mind of the reader. when reading good poetry, or even a little story
, the reader is momentarily transported into the world of the writer to get a view of someone else’s perspective. the best writers can paint a clear picture and stir your emotions with what seems like little effort at all.

I like this line in woofs contribution to the literary sciences the best:

Warmth the wetness travel down his body
like traffic on a rainy summers eve.

it provoked in me images and feelings of the first time I ever went down on a yeast infection.
thank you for the thought provoking imagery wolfy. and remember kids, nothing says loving like a large bowl of plain yogurt and a bag of flower scented vinegar.

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Registered: Jan 2001
Location: California
Posts: 4252

This is one of Paint Chip's alters isn't it?

Ugh, bad poetry. All I need is a needle in my eye to make it complete.

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