LyingCheatingScum• Show poetry

Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind
there's no comfort in the truth
pain is all you'll find

Should've known better

I feel so unsure
as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
as the music dies, something in your eyes
calls to mind the silver screen
and all its sad good-byes

I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool

Should've known better than to cheat a friend
and waste the chance that I've been given
so I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you

Time can never mend
the careless whispers of a good friend
ignorance is kind
there's no comfort in the truth
pain is all you'll find

I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool

Should've known better than to cheat a friend
and waste this chance that I've been given
so I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you

Never without your love

Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But no one's gonna dance with me
Please stay

And I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool

Should've known better than to cheat a friend
and waste the chance that I've been given
so I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you
(Now that you're gone) Now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone) What I did's so wrong
that you had to leave me alone

"Careless Whisper"



The really nasty digusting ones were delted due to the extremely graphic nature written to 16 -18 yr old girls..

THESE ARE COMMENTS I MADE WHILE LIVING WITH MY NOW FIANCE

On Unbridled1 and Desiree Darkk's author page May 10, 2004, 10:05

Oh Lordy....see, this is where I always get myself in trouble!!! ....he reclaims his composure and takes a sip of green tea.... well, how much to send you guys over here in a nice comfy overnite parcel???....he ducks his head, hoping Angelindiskyz doesn't throw her shoe at him again.......  

Aimee. If you would like to bullshit sometime away from this forum, I am at bulkie119@yahoo.com . Maybe we could work on something together. I am intrigued by your creativity process. You are so young yet so talented. Write me sometime. Tell me what your situation is--- life, love, despair, whatever. But please don't stop writing, baby! You can't take that away from all of us who look forward to seeing your work. Stay happy or at least die trying, right? later......  

I don't know who you are, and I don't know who put you here, but I am in fucking love with you. I am the helpless, fluttering moth to your flame. Touch me, and I die a senseless death. Touch me, and I will take you with me

You are amazing. Thank you for being alive.   (edit?)

Hey, let's keep writing to each other, k? Sometimes it's always good to have a "third-party" watching the events, and doing "color-commentary". Your cool and intriguing.   (edit?)


Hi Jenn. Thanks for reading some of my scribblings. I live in Keyport, at the very tip of the Jersey Shore. I love the water, and it centers me, and I cannot ever live away from it. Where do you live NOW? Do you miss it here? If you do visit, you can come see/hear me. I DJ every TH/FRI/SAT at either The Bulkhead here in Keyport, or at The Uptown, also in Keyport. It's getting closer to summer, and the places are already hopping! If you come, I will put a smile on your face. I also have begun working with a band called Twelve, writing and doing vocals and swinging the mic stand around like an idiot (part of the effect, ya know!). So let me know when you are in the area, and we'll hook up. I am completely single (as of right now), and am NOT into head games and bullshit. I tell people, if ya like me, then LET'S ROCK. Hey, your stuff is really good. It seems you have been through alot of shit in your life, so venting is good. If you want to talk more one-on-one, my email is bulkie119@yahoo.com. Don't be a stranger, "little package". And write that "happy poem" only when you find real happiness, okay?
Cheers!   (edit


You are amazing. Thank you for being alive.   (edit?)

Hey, let's keep writing to each other, k? Sometimes it's always good to have a "third-party" watching the events, and doing "color-commentary". Your cool and intriguing.   (edit?)


On within by miSSareY on Jul 08, 2004, 7:11  
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How mant times did you do something sort of "wrong", hoping you wouldn't get caught? Then, the person that you think will be angry or "catch you" actually speaks to you, and you quickly change the subjct to the damn weather or something? Hee Hee. Cool stuff, girl.   (edit?)

On Seduced by Indecent on May 10, 2004, 12:29  

I feel the soft touches of your lips
I can take the next plane!!!!! WOW!!!! In not so many words, you have me THERE with you, almost able to smell your sweet perfume. Go read "Wet" on my page. It is very similar. You are a very erotic writer. Good stuff.   (edit?)

Why do they leave us if they KNOW we need help????? I begged this woman not to leave me. She said over and over "please go get help", but I thought that I could help myself. I asked her not to abandon me as I progressed through this help, but the fact that she left me cold made the darkness even DARKER and the fucking help more useless!!!! How I ache reading this, sweet erotic minstrel. You have brought the pain out, so that my eyes could see it and my lips could taste it. Shall I try to repay you, naughtygrlRed? Shall I ask for your hand in this journey into oblivion? Can these sweaty nights of unkept and unbridaled passion finally take out this stake shoved into my fucking heart and release all of this pain, like a sink clogged with hair and scum and death? NO! You have released me, with this poem, sweet lady. You have traveled the same path as I, and we WILL meet somewhere someday where the pain won't hurt as much. Thank you for this piece.   (edit?)


On "Wet" by LyingCheatingScum on May 10, 2004, 12:37  
"Wet"
Wet
I guess you have to "live it" to write it, huh? Hey, nothin wrong with "jumpin in the saddle" every now and then. I bet you are a "rocker" too, yes? I mean, do you like rock and roll? Cuz that is a rock and roll feel in there, girl. I don't think you are out there doing cheerleading drills and shit. You probably live pretty close to the edge, if ya know what I mean. Be cool and write me sometime---- bulkie119@yahoo.com. I'm juz a lil ol' rockin DJ down the Jersey Shore. Show me some more good stuff too, Miss Voices. I'll be watching the stuff you write. Put me on yer list too. later....   (edit?)


Girl, I have read all of your stuff, and instead of commenting on each one of them, I will tell you what I feel as a whole about ALL of them. You have an immense talent. You are young, and your writing shows that, but there is a TRAGIC theme entwined amongst an air of HOPE in all of your pieces that makes the reader wonder if you are happy, sad or BOTH. I have been writing over 25 years, and yes, I can sit here and analyze meter and timing and rhyme, but why the fuck should I do that? I'd much rather READ your stuff than critique it. Lauren, there is a definate future for you and your writing. There are things in your life that will raise your writing even HIGHER and higher. Pardon me if I get "erotically" descriptive here, but writing is oh so close to sex. You go through peaks and valleys where some days you can't "get it up", and other days where the flow begins and gets stronger and stronger and you can feel it building and swirling from deep in your back and hips. It comes in waves, with each wave getting stronger and longer, until that one final wave spins helplessly out of control, and your back arches and your thighs tighten

You really seem to know what you want, sweetie! Hey, that's cool and it's all good. Sometimes it is SOOOO refreshing to be around a slightly aggressive woman. HELL,,,,,i'll take that back! It's HOT to be around an aggressive woman! I LOVE a woman who REALLY KNOWS what she wants. Your not a little heart-breaker, are ya? Ha ha ha.....you go girl!

On No doubt's author page May 18, 2004, 12:30

See, sometimes it pays to throw a little anger in the mix! Now doesn't that feel better? Now people will respect your stuff!!!!.........he says, not realizing that his soft petting of her hand has arisen more than just goosebumbs on her Scottish body........oops......hope Angelindiskyz didn't see that.....walks away whistling like nothing happened........   (edit?)



Nothing like a little "sleep-over" on a Saturday night. Just don't roll over onto the nachos, okay?   (edit?)

On so unsure by fragileflower on May 25, 2004, 12:59  
What the hell am i thinking??
am i ready for this??
You really seem to know what you want, sweetie! Hey, that's cool and it's all good. Sometimes it is SOOOO refreshing to be around a slightly aggressive woman. HELL,,,,,i'll take that back! It's HOT to be around an aggressive woman! I LOVE a woman who REALLY KNOWS what she wants. Your not a little heart-breaker, are ya? Ha ha ha.....you go girl!  




Change…

man has always sat back
and tried to find a way
to change the weather.
but he has seen,
too many times,
that the weather will change
for no-one.

it is not easy to change.
it makes your insides churn.
it goes against the grain.
but sometimes
it comes to the point
where you HAVE to change
and you HAVE to break the cycle.

when you came into my life
it changed immediately.
it was like a fresh breeze
blowing through a door
I thought I had closed.
and after a while,
basking in that breeze,
I turned around
and smiled
and opened that door
just a little more.

we can't change the weather.
we can't make sun shine
when it is time for rain.
but we can try to understand
that change can be good,
if we just get over
the insecurity
of this change.

if you love something enough
you will change.
if you don't want to lose
something special,
you change.
it hurts,
and it feels strange,
but it feels alot better
than losing what you live for.

hearts can change.
minds are harder.
but if you close your eyes
and talk to your heart,
it too tells you to change.

the door is open now.
the breeze is blowing.
come over here and feel it.
it feels good,
doesn't it?

the rain can fall all day,
when you dream of sun.
but dreaming
is not changing.
it is time to wake up
and follow this heart.
it is time to see
that this breeze
is the breeze of life.

life is calling.
yet life changes.
i want you.
i want life again.
come inside with me now,
and watch me
change...



Winds blow, sometimes gently
Sometimes hard,
And they move us and push us
Harder than the silent sky.



Somewhere Only We Know


I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

[break]

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?                    


What does it feel like to write? One can only understand this if they have ever been moved/inspired by ANOTHER writer. But then again, what does it feel like to be moved/inspired by another writer? Close your eyes for a few seconds and imagine that you are standing near the edge of a set of train tracks, sometime deep in the night. To your left, you see darkness, yet to your right, you begin to see a light on the horizen. As you watch, it grows stronger and brighter, moving closer and closer to where you are standing. Suddenly, it is nearly apon you, and you brace yourself for its passing. And as it passes, you quickly turn your head in movement with the passing train. For a split second, as you move your head, you can see faces and figures on the train--- maybe a mother quieting her children....maybe a gentleman working on his laptop. But in that split second, you were able to see into a world that was quickly passing you by, without remorse or care. You were able to catch a glimpse of a place that you will never again visit, because it was already gone. THAT, my friends, is what writing is. A quick visit into someone elses world, when they allow you. But as quickly as you enter and receive this free visit, it is gone, only to be remembered by the dank smell of spent diesel, or the now sterile words left on a piece of paper. Much like a door that opens for just a couple of seconds, so too is writing. But you have to catch it quick to enjoy it. And you cannot bundle up the emotions of a first read and save them. They are gone, just as the rapidly fading tail-lights of that train passing into the dark night. Gone....but NEVER forgotten.

The majority of the work on this site is dedicated to the piece of the puzzle that completes me--- my lady, Angelindiskyz. As crazy as our "ups and downs" are, all signs in the artistic and REAL universe point to us, living, loving and creating together. Jasmine, you are a complex, emotional and loving Angel, who will hopefully one day wake up, 20 years from now, finally realizing that we ARE meant for each other, and cannot live WITHOUT each other. I know that I can't. I love you, baby...