Forum / If I were a poem

  • Frankie Saxx
    Jun 16, 08:43pm

    I'd want Matt Dennison to write me. Or maybe Kyle Hemmings if I was feeling like a Tokyo monster in platform boots and weeping eye makeup.

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    Darryl Price
    Jun 17, 01:59am

    Why not turn this into a longer poem and post it to "Stories"--then we could all add a little more love to it.

    If I Were A Poem

    I'd want Matt Dennison
    to write me. Or maybe

    Kyle Hemmings. If I was
    feeling like a Tokyo

    monster in platform
    boots, weeping eye makeup.

  • Frankie Saxx
    Jun 17, 06:56am

    Done, Darryl.

    Hey, it looks pretty good all stanzified like that.

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    J. Eric Laing
    Jun 21, 02:48pm

    Ringing the Bells

    And this is the way they ring
    the bells in Bedlam
    and this is the bell-lady
    who comes each Tuesday morning
    to give us a music lesson
    and because the attendants make you go
    and because we mind by instinct,
    like bees caught in the wrong hive,
    we are the circle of crazy ladies
    who sit in the lounge of the mental house
    and smile at the smiling woman
    who passes us each a bell,
    who points at my hand
    that holds my bell, E flat,
    and this is the gray dress next to me
    who grumbles as if it were special
    to be old, to be old,
    and this is the small hunched squirrel girl
    on the other side of me
    who picks at the hairs over her lip,
    who picks at the hairs over her lip all day,
    and this is how the bells really sound,
    as untroubled and clean
    as a workable kitchen,
    and this is always my bell responding
    to my hand that responds to the lady
    who points at me, E flat;
    and although we are not better for it,
    they tell you to go. And you do.

    --Anne Sexton

    Not a poem I'd be, but one I relate to....

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    Adam Sifre
    Jun 22, 12:56pm

    She drips,
    slick with heated words and
    wet innuendo.

    She breathes in roses, salt and darker thoughts,
    exhales, her junkies crowd around for a taste.

    All piss and swoon, and edgy curves,
    her mouth, all promises wrapped in words
    that softly break
    and saturate.

    - Someone who is not Splinker

  • Frankie Saxx
    Jun 22, 01:01pm

    Someone who isn't Splinker should put that on the main page. :P

  • Frankie Saxx
    Jun 22, 01:03pm

    Now I'm thinking how Eric might read if he were an Anne Sexton poem. Hmm.

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