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From Chad, one of my bestest-best buddies:

I am glad that you are accepting the fact that you don't need anyone... You are so sexy and smart on your own you need to make someone earn the right, nay, privelege, to have your hand...

Ha, You blew me away, sweetness...
I am glad I was motivated enough to actually labor through the dregs of this dilapitated site and read your poetry.

Sincerely,
Chadrick



suspect (im) made a comment on Clandestine Coquetry (reply):
'Wow...and again, I say...WOW!

The bared-naked twinges of the angst teenage heart, wrapped and surmised. I can only bask in the break light of it all (those days now passed me, so long ago). I do believe I am envious of this: your youth, more or less. However, I smirk at the undulating nerve-endings of the fickle and flailing teenage [girl's] heart.

So surely as my mind lingers, I recede into my own past memories - my trials and tribulations; slightings and short-comings; memories of a memory of a path not yet laid. I have sauntered this course, now, and look back. Your vivacious, wild-eyed clandestine perspective subltly brings tumultous inhibitions, and unphased intentions to the fore-front. Again, I say...I am envious. You have captured more than I think you even know, for the time being. Come back to this as the route you have chosen may take you many places, but never back here again.

Excellent write...look forward to reading more.'.



'I remember those days...the high school days. The "best days of your life"! A waste of breath that turned out to be. But we decide in life who we want to be. The choice to be, or not...is not slighted, or short-sighted. Blame it on morals or convictions; indiscriminate, but brutal peers; frames of mind or sight; even fate, if you so choose. But to this world - within the spin of irony of it all - your are but a menial whore. Decide to be more: and face the pressure; adjust to the circumstance: and face the pressure; or be less, just to spite the crowd: and face the pressure. But make a choice, and stand alone, above it all. Life is not a spectator sport...'

by suspect


and...

Beauty falling from your finger-tips,
Like happiness,
Or the hope
Of the red red rain of gladness in sadness
Your sanguine smile,
Radiant
On Sundays,
In the haze of when.
Elated tremulousness,
Conjuring Ides of rebirth.
Flowing in and through.

by DeathinanAlley


YAY!


since feeling is first


since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

e. e. cummings


Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

Emily Dickinson


The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when the heart began to beat
What dread hand? And what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare thy deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars through down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears
Did he smile, his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake



Random poem from a forward Swanee sent me:

~~ Beauty of a Woman ~~
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman

With time, only grows..



Some random poets that you MUST read:
(If I know you and you aren't on this list, I'm really sorry... but this isn't a popularity contest and some poets have affected me more than others... I still love you!)

Afxb
already heard
BloodRedSummer
Chad Lough
ClockworkWarren
DeathinanAlley
Efflorescence
generic
Idioteque3
Night Hope
Saint Jai
starsnostars
StillSmiling
suspect
The Chartown Gent

I’ll be sure to add more as I find them…

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Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia. ~Charles Schultz