another as of yet untitled
another as of yet untitled
i want to see your skin
and become a part of it,
be swept away in a sea of
pale, serene curves- your
lips, your hips, and your
dips; skin as sweet as
honey and as soft as
clouds. you're my angel
and your body is
my heaven. essence
that makes life worth living.
and become a part of it,
be swept away in a sea of
pale, serene curves- your
lips, your hips, and your
dips; skin as sweet as
honey and as soft as
clouds. you're my angel
and your body is
my heaven. essence
that makes life worth living.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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I wish i could find a nice boy who would write me poems, but all i seem to find are the asshole, using, loser boys 

-lori
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
Aerindipity wrote:It's good stuff.On a related note, do you ever write, think, or post anything that has nothing at all to do with sex?
*puzzled*
this is the first poem i've written about sex. and it's not really even about sex.
superrgirll wrote:I wish i could find a nice boy who would write me poems, but all i seem to find are the asshole, using, loser boys
*waves*
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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*waves back*
Yes Jeff, you are a nice boy, but i need to find a nice boy who lives relatively close to me. (i can't find any though
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Yes Jeff, you are a nice boy, but i need to find a nice boy who lives relatively close to me. (i can't find any though

-lori
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
superrgirll wrote:*waves back*
Yes Jeff, you are a nice boy, but i need to find a nice boy who lives relatively close to me. (i can't find any though)
oh
*takes a few steps north*
now am i close enough?
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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You're getting there
-lori
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
i didnt think it was about sex, just very lovely.
it reminds me of another piece of poetry but i can't remember what.

!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know