Coward Eyes (song version) Eliza wore a summer dress, an ocean smile, a negative stance. She was ever open throttle, betrothed to varied deadly sins. She approached, poised conquering by cosmetic attraction, chuckling at complexion’s spell, tempting by hinting for action. This Indian legged luxury exhaling second hand effect straddled over platonic intent hexing with contentment. And historians will preach that history teaches everything, launching bright sky rockets over hopeless endings. Call us, coward eyes, devour our catastrophe.
Chin up, moonlit honey. No need for heartrending recession. Two double tequila tumblers will start eligible progression. Don’t cripple neural paths with percosetic cast. Using gears, circuits, and silicone; telescope enticing pheremones behind your ear on the glamour frontier. Stand tall, fetching stunner. Rock winter’s clarion corona and fan your fluid eyeful to comet’s vivid coma.
I caught a hot pathogen, we exchanged infatuation. Her tongue was made of devils, her kisses caused brain mutation. She overfed on tantra / tantrums. She tuned into the s / m spectrum. Warfare was a midnight anthem birthing tranquil’s anti-serum. Devil doll’s vile affinity needs blanket drill for dormancy. On the eve of mind destruction, I ignored her leaking plasma. Survival leaned on my reaction to her heart’s departing magma. Devil doll’s vile affinity needs blanket drill for dormancy.
~*LOL*~ okay, maybe it's just where my head is at and the fact you brought up alcohol in the second one but this reminds me of a colorfully, well written progression of characters in a bar that you focused your attention on during the course of an evening. Thanks hun.
lol... your perception is almost scary.... that's about as accurate a take as I expect I'll get! The second one I actually kinda wrote for a friend, who broke up with her guy and was depressed. Half the lines were stolen from another poem. For you, here's another that was *exactly* that bar scene... me and my friend ran into these roller-derby girls at the bar one night (http://www.carolinarollergirls.com/ haha... what an awesome site!), and wrote this song about them. I still got their card in my wallet! Roller-girl love is fast and slow in passing lanes, knuckling down. She body blocks the sunset within her dark display, conspiring behind shades. Devolution girl, floating free from fleshy cave into sunlit empty space. Crouching contact diva, atomic elbow exploding, this brutal affair is lonely. Make way for the catwalk queen, derby doll for cold cash handshakes, it’s behind the eyes and in her dream.
Under the big wheel sunlight she plays her wasted schemes and cast her lot with suicide, never the way she seems: all right he hunted for an airline, a terrific blue beginning flight to speed the hazy wanderer cos she’s not the way she seems: so all right her plastic tactic portico flashes in cinema style mutilating Polaroid portraits capturing perfect yesterdays she’s a million dreams, right?
they’re barking trendy tonight pretty lips in primal curl candy covered delusion silver disco glitter girl they’re so lovely when you’re lonely marked by spy mascara whose optics tempt collision but club clone chimera’s only build angry tension they’re so lovely when you’re lonely
I’ll take your jelly bracelet on the dark side of art class. We'll go to the dark room once I steal the hall pass. Tell me you like try outs, tell me you like hard/fast, and I’ll paint, “I heart Julia” on the US1 overpass. Let me have your lunch box, I know you got a cherry pie. I love it’s cherry filling; so tasty fresh, inside. Once we’re done heavy breathing, once the sloppy tang has spilt, we’ll head to the cafeteria and split a choco milk.
Shes a Million Dreams... I keep reading it, and keep looking at it differently .... I like it but can't get a good grasp on it.
Your poems fall into the category of pieces that I really really would like if I could make sense of them. Failing to make sense of them, I think I like them anyway, though they make me feel a little dumb.
i truly loved this poem and i was greeted by vivd images throughout....i love the words used.. 'ocean smile' and 'chuckling at complexion's spell' i think that probably what i interpreted is different to what you intended ...maybe not ...but i think a lot of poetry is intented to be malleable in the way it's percieved i look forward ro reading more x x
From the outside, the girl seems perfectly alright… she carries herself well, seems to be into interesting things… but she’s really depressed and suicidal. Her new boyfriend finely figures this out, so he jets because everything’s a façade with her, all those perfect memories are ruined because he realizes that it meant nothing to her anyway. She’s a million dreams. I don't mind explaining, if there's a particular one... some are really simple, some are quite complicated
She body blocks the sunset within her dark display, conspiring behind shades. _____________________ Make way for the catwalk queen, derby doll for cold cash handshakes, it’s behind the eyes and in her dream. _____________________ Loved these lines best~! Those cheerleaders are cute in their punkish flavors. I vote you as my choice to go hang out and drink with one night. Too much fun watching the world thru your eyes, lol, I'd be giggling all night, having fun watching the strange and sometimes exotic creatures floating across our paths. Amazing how much fun can be had just by striking up a conversation.
I'd rather not have it explained, really. To unravel a poem into meanings is too much like vivisection. You can never enjoy the beauty of a rabbit by slicing it open and examining its innards.
This is a neat collection Fulmah. So vibrant and playful, but each has it's darker moments. Atmospheric tapestry. Love em all but I think "Sloppy Tang" is today's winner. If I come back again, maybe I'll have another set of criteria made of mood.
thanks skinny! Sloppy Tang's by far and away the most playful of the bunch, as the music demands the juvenile attitude. I'm eager to finish that one up.
Attack of mall chick hair doo’s Bad blood at double wide She only needs direction Full moon madness in the playpen Princess of forty ounce Her eyes like black tornadoes Trapped in prefab pagoda In tin-foil camouflage Broadcasting through the ceiling
What if I should come, crouched, predicting probable evasive lines? Predator prowl gains a welcoming smile; now you’re mine. We’ll confess fervent, wanting fantasies. We’ll caress the limits of boundaries. Just join me, now, in testament to pleasure’s hungry coalition, to affection’s vibrant dynamo, to partnership’s holy friction. Now you’re mine, at passion’s redlined canopy. Staring down at me, caught by heavenly gravity.
