_____
_____
From Greta's diary.

_____
_____jericho
_____
_____
___________she stands at the sill
_____in her room of sand
_______________and escarpment stones
_______a scarlet rope coiled
___________upon the table

_____she labors over alternatives

_____________should she warn the city?
__________cut the rope into pieces?
____________________distribute them
__________to all the other windows?
______________damn herself with an act of mercy?

__________from the frayed end she unravels
________a thin scarlet thread
_______________finer than a strand of hair
___________hangs it from the sill
_____
_________amid the cobwebs and lint
_______________she crouches on a mat
________under the window
_________________to gnaw her nails
____________and wonder
________whether the infidels
_________________or the angels
____________have better eyes
_____
_____
_____
_____
From Beauty, by clarise.
_____

 

A succubus
Turning all I see
To food growing on a tree
Apples ripe for picking
Peaches ripe for suckling

I know nothing therefore I am nothing?
I reply as you do to shouts in the darkness!
I shine as you do but in a realm of dullness
I glimmer and transpose myself
Restrain and beat myself
Try to rebirth myself
Dive feet first into a wood chipper
Shards of me fly all over
Raining me in your yard
Punishing you for forgetting
Rending you helpless and hopeless
Just like me

 

_____
_____From Greta's diary._____
_____

_____
_____
_____plaint
_____
_____
_____
_____________do not think of me too fondly
______________________as the curling wake places
_____its distance between us;
________________do not turn and call to me after
___________the signal fire has exhaled
_________________________down to ash;
______________________________________this world is too
_______________spacious to hold us together_____
_____
_____
_____
_____
_____
From Beauty, by clarise.
_____

 

I mingle in incandescent shades of blue
I dangle in front of you forbidden fruit
I mumble and stammer my way to the truth
I suppress and subvert all of your abuse

I melt in agony in your warm summer sun
I appease the virtues you uphold
I made a beautiful pile of violets and tulips over your grave
Trimmed away the weeds where I used to sit
I used to dream of yesterday but now tomorrow is a hole in the ground
Today is nothing, a distraction from my mortality

Though I bleed I am not alive
My heart beat keeps time with the music
It rapes your ears of their virginity
And bestows a lifetime worth of regret
In your inner mind
Overflowing
Evermore

 

Nice repetition. Strong rant. Shades of Ginsburg.

 

Time for a longer one.

_____
_____
_____
From Greta's Diary.
_____
_____

_____
river
_____
_____
_____a minor key dirge tears from the cellos
_____stored in the dark closets;
_____a chest of drawers resonates dolorous strains
_____from within my heart:
_________________________anticipation
_____of a trance broken like an unseen
_____falling of leaves or a perchance
_____shifting of air
_____anticlimactic;
__________________natural,
_____most natural, fully expected, as
_____surely as autumn rains fall upon
_____damp stones in early evening;
_____after all these years of waiting
_____and dreading I can weep with neither relief
_____nor mourning for the tragedy;
_____the spell that has guided my every breath,
_____that has robbed opportunities,
_____that has been life and a giver of light
_____seems now powerless to hold a feather,
_____a weightless chain,
_____steel links dissolved and dispersed,
_____cast aside, discarded like tissue paper;
___
_____measureless lunar opulence gently adorns
_____a rippling lake in the verdant forest,
_____place of nightdreams where my heart
_____has sustained a deep fire of rosewood
_____and crackling oboes all this time;
_____upon the moss and lichen covered stones
_____I have wept with the irrepressible anticipation of joy,
_____a subliminal yearning for an abiding memory
_____of briefly shared love;
_________________________clocks, bells, time
_____have marched forth in grand cadence
_____and with no urgency as I have pondered
_____upon ruminations of eventual fruition;
_____shrouded in faded denim and sunflowers
_____poised on a vertiginous whirlwind
_____sweet with transubstantiation
_____and bass note temblors
_____the cellos plumb the depths of my heart
_____with their sonorous transparency,
_____that on this evening a magical spell
_____has inexplicably broken,
_____that the slow whalesong
_____has faltered midnote;
_____the river purls in the umber cavities,
_____a bitterly relinquished gasp,
_____and in the cobalt waters I gaze
_____into your limitless eyes,
_____into the new emptiness,
_____intent upon the reminiscence
_____of dreams and kept secrets:
_____
_____ice hot sublimity, a perfect circle,
_____boundless, captured in the souls
_____of cloudy translucent stones,
_____love captured caged edified deified
_____framed in a moment of immutable sanctity;

_____a late summer afternoon:
_____________________________hands accidentally touched
_____ever so briefly, as all existence
_____watched the gentle progress
_____of affection's transformation to love;
_____we traversed the uneven ground
_____past the deep twisted elms,
_____rhododendron caverns,
_____endless horse runs,
_____our lips paralyzed by that
_____depthless kiss
_____imbued with honey, sage, and rose,
_____generated a radiant light
_____cast through limitless perspectives
_____yielding to emerald brilliance;
_____
_____upon an afternoon of blue
_____your feet kissed the stones,
_____the worn roots, the creased grassblades;
_____your gold rings grew warm in my hand;
_____your fingers curled in my palm;
_____my hand spun on the virtual caress
_____of your thumb as I hovered,
_____cognizant only of your hair
_____as it exuded lingering centuries in its wake;
_
_____fate would preclude us,
_____with all its witless obstinacy,
_____from stepping tiredly off this earth
_____and into each other's arms,
_____and it is apparent that
_____we must necessarily grow old
_____upon different worlds, forever restless,
_____forever muttering forsaken prayers
_____into the last murmurs that preface sleep,
_____forever to light votive candles
_____for a lost love, forever to wonder,
_____forever to dream the unspoken dreams
_____of unfulfilled promise, sanctity left
_____in its nascent splendor,
_____to wither on dessicated hardscratch,
_____forever to metabolize the same stale breath
_____muttering in its exhalations
_____a hoarse whispered trinity:
_____
_____heaven vaults the horizon into early morning.
_____the fire burns down to embers
_____over a fitful sleep, and the afterglow,
_____the orange dust, gradually rises,
_____carried aloft like a swarm of fireflies
_____that glide effortlessly upon the swells,
_____beating their transparent wings
_____ever higher, ever higher,
_____fading into the still dawn,
_____and as morning approaches we will have awoken,
_____each of us in our disparate worlds,
_____back from tear dispersed sojourns,
_____feet hard upon the realworld,
_____and as I arise I curl my toes
_____in the damp charcoal loam
_____to sigh amid the drudgery of real caresses
_____abandoned by dispersed dreams, cast away,
_____left adrift upon a fast and quickening river,
_____my heart attuned to the resonance
_____of the departed cadence as it echoes
_____the rapidly diminishing incantation:
___
____________heaven
_____________love
_________.____tao
__________.____.
___
___
___
___
From Beauty, by clarise.
___

 

Cl & OHT-

You're both making me read and wonder.

My thoughts flow through fog as I stumble across rugged emotions. Lost and amazed.

Please don't stop.

 

Earthen bodies reminisce
Of their lives together
They start young and grow old
Never to know the former again
But rebirth, you say?
Can it be proven?
Does it mean I can find
HER again?
Can I worship HER more?
Is life worth living without HER here?

I perspire at the thought
That she'd leave me
Once more where she found me
Alone
Dead to the world
Four walls
Relentless torment
Endless suffering

I'd gladly accept death
An early ride off into the sunset
Driven in a horse driven chariot
Adorned with skulls
And skeletal remains
Of all my former
Predecessors

I'd meet my maker
Shake his hand
And tell him
Kindly
But as full of myself as everyone else
To
FUCK OFF!
He leads me astray
And tells me
That feelings shouldn't be felt

Only covered in topsoil
Left to rot
Ferment as fertilizer
Worm food
Fox bait
Something for the dog to fetch on a boring summer's day
Into their earthen creator

 

Steal my heart
Mash it up in a million pieces
Disconnected
Broken monitors
Register nothing but my wrecked state of mind
I know something is wrong
But you won't tell me
You won't speak

The muted, the deaf and blind all fear the unknown senses
They still cry
Mourn, hate, love, live and die
Eat and drink like the rest of us

Please take me out of my misery
Don't leave me hanging on
All alone and helpless to the world's changes
On my own without a steering wheel
Afraid to know what I'm afraid to feel

 

_____
_____
_____
From Greta's Diary.
_____
_____

_____
_____temper
_____
_____
_________________thunder rolls the hills down into the valleys
____________shopkeepers rush to their windows
________________to verify the levee hasn't broken
_____
__________no, it's just god in the cloudbanks
______________________saying hello again, making his
_____presence and our peril known
__________________________________again
_____
_____he has a crude and uncouth manner
_______________of speaking
_____________________________now and again
_____
_____________________his voice full and throaty
_____________like a truckload of chemical drums
________________broken loose and crashing down the highway
___smashing all the cars in their wake
_____
__________god's voice makes every bit as much sense
_____________________________has all the same justice as your everyday
_______________run of the mill happenstance disaster:
_____
__________it is the essence of omnipotence
__________to rumble insistently in the hills
__________lest the attention of lesser beings wander
_____
_____yet still we persist and wonder why.
_____
____________yes, there is a reason why, and why?
_________________because I told you so, little dearest, that is why;
__________now we mustn't strain our little brains
________________with silly thoughts and questions.
_____
____________now hush, sweet little baby,
_____________________________________and tend your knitting._____
_____
_____
_____
_____
_____
From Beauty, by clarise.
_____
_____

 

My days are numbered
I etch still frames out of stone remnants
Life living its immanent death dying gradually
The earth swallows everything it creates

Like sands through the hourglass
Pulverized bone powder
Becomes a dehydrated drink mix

Boxes in the ground
Become beds for the homeless
Just lay there and wait
Breathe in the thinning air
Welcome the dirt into your lungs


Breathe deep
___________Breathe deep
______________________Breathe deep...


Feel the light darken
Eternal rest
The ultimate nap
Handshake with god<--lowercase g, herself
Bringer of peace

A finality only given
to those who
Don't wish to die
and have everything to live for

 

Flourish
like a cluster of flowers
Rightly so
I fertilize the garden
I am human
After all, I have needs
And you grant me their exculpation
Without judgment
Lacking rancor
Unless I do wrongly
Then it is different
For a few days
Once everything is sunny
I realize that I might not deserve such perfection
Though you don't agree
That I get what I should in life
Not what I want
or need
or desire
I receive due penance

And as I should

And as I will

And as I want

And as I need

And as I desire

Without consideration

Without amending

Without remembering to breathe tonight

I'd forget it all

I'd forgive you all

Without a thought

 

A short one.

_____
_____
From Greta's Diary.
_____
_____
_____


_____
_________________you are the dove feather
____________that alights upon my palm
______________________and the breast of my soul
_____
_____
_____


_____
From Beauty, by clarise.
_____
_____

 

Can you hear my words?
My crying in the darkness?
The sound of the wind?
Thunder and lightning?
Somewhere a town is drenched in rain
Tears that fall never stain my shirt
Sadness doesn't mean a thing
Feelings can't describe my pain

I want to feel the coldness of your grave
The pit of my stomach hungers for you
The fibers of my being haunt you in remembrance
A time long ago when we were children
I would trade anything, Give it all
Everything I call my own
To live this life all over again
And change things for the better

My fate is sealed
Are there still roses on your stone?
Do you cry for me in the wind?
I've heard your song
I've felt the warmth of your tears
I've seen your face everywhere I turn
Who would you be?
Is there a home there left for me?

 

i understand the need for censorship but leaving it to the general public is like giving the inmates the keys to the prison and then "hoping" they do the right thing.Not only is it a sign of laziness but it's not goin to end well in the long run. You give a idiot some power and they will use it even if it's only to see if it works

 

Pitiful day in America!!!

 

Sad, but true.

 

Pedophile stories...

I agree with the ban on Pedophile stories, mainly because I never knows if the reader thinks of them as fantasy or not. The stories I am talking about our; Grampa's girl series, and Playmates series. I will not rewrite them and post them here, if interested contact me they can be found online at other erotic story sites. Thanks KG!:rose::rose:

 

If you can't tell fantasy from reality you need to check yourself into a hospital... and tell them your a little more than coo koo for cocopuffs...

 

A sign

Why dont we ask for a certain sign or color to warn about content. I always thought we are grown people here...