This here's a bored board, and I reckon since we all love a readin' and a writin', I oughta just start me up a new thread of poems and stuff. I done did got me a new book, and it's a full a funny "love" poems.
"Contradictoria"
I love you, I love You, I hate you, I hate you, I love you, I don't. I want you- I just want to hate you I just want to love you, but won't.
You make me unhappy, I hate you, I loathe you, and that is a fact, Get out of my life or I'll kill you. Hey, where are you going? Come back!
Don't leave me, I love you, I loathe you. You're brutal, you're charming, you're me You're my one and only, I love you. Get out of my sight or I'll scream!
I love you, you're special, you're nothing You're no one, you're someone quite dear I hate you, I miss you, I love you. I hope that I've made myself clear.
As I wait patiently for nocturnal friend to be ready for "A Hitchiker's..." I will pollute the board some more.
"i wanna be yours"
Let me be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust let me be your ford cortina i will never rust if you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot you can call all the shots i wanna be yours
let me be your raincoat for those frequent rainy days let me be your dreamboat when you wanna sail away let me be your teddy bear take me with you everywhere i don't care i wanna be yours
let me be your electric meter i will not run out let me be the electric heater you get cold without let me be your setting lotion hold your hair with deep devotion deep as the deep atlantic ocean that's how deep is my emotion deep deep deep deep de deep deep i don't wanna be hers i wanna be yours
Two more shorties, then I've gotta take a sortie to the film....
"I Once Thought a Lot of a Friend"
I once thought a lot of a friend, Who turned out to be, in the end, the most southerly part (As I'd feared from the start) Of a horse with a northerly trend.
Just got back from "Hitchhiker's" - had a date with D12. We rather enjoyed it. I proceeded to the library's website to put the trilogy on reserve.
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Emily Dickenson
"If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment." Henry David Thoreau
Hitchiker was quite funny... May need to read the book myself.
"I Love You Because" (A Monster Duet)
You're fat and lumpy, Ugly and grumpy, Hairy, green and grimy, You're big and smelly, Sticky-out belly, Oily, wet and shiny, And that's why I love you.
You're cruel and grim, You do people in, You're eyes are small and beady, You're nasty and sly, You cheat and lie, You're evil, mean and greedy, And that's why I love you.
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which I have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as I know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then i shall turn my face, and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm smoothness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh.... And eyes big love-crumbs,
I'll keep fillin' 'er up regular. I'm reading them, so I may as well share...
"A Dream Within A Dream"
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep-while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
