Stop
stare
tap, tap, tap
yes, I can see you there
it's not like one of those windows in the police station, ya know?
I sit there on the bottom
in my wallowed out spot
sometimes I have others swimming around me
sometimes they float to the top
I can hold my breath for an eternity
but time doesn't stop
and the hands reach in
and I never look up
I know there is light above me
but I use it to see what is below
and it's safe
to say
that not much else resides there
besides myself
It's not that lonely
They all keep me company
Coming back day after day
to leave their greasy fingerprints all over my window to the world
Laughing
Pointing
Amazed by me
Disturbed by me
Comforted by me
Scared of me
Scared for me, but
Don't be.
I am here
Only because I choose to be
And pretty soon
a few will grow tired of my routine
Waiting for me to do something
anything new
They will find another place to stop
another show to watch
And be replaced by others
who think
who believe
that they
can lure me away
lure me out of my hole
my home
my fishbowl
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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
37 comments:
Am I going to be first? Seriously?
Well, that's too much pressure for me to say something really good. I don't think I can live up to such high expectations.
How about this?
Porchies and Treehousers,
Have a great day and I will see you later!
Head or heart?
That is the question of the day!
Where is everyone this morning?
My head still hurts and I don't want to stress my heart out so I'll use neither and make no decisions today. Sounds like a plan to me.
Have a good one everyone.
hi guys!
sorry i'm late!
hope we all have wonderful fridays!!
Welp! Pink Floyd will be in my head all day!
That was great, Sdock. :)
Happy Mothereffin' Friday, Peeps, Buffalos, and Unicorns!
Make it a great one!
TGIF Meffers!
*waves at trollop*
Oh, Hose beast!
Did I email you last night?
I was not quite myself and was drunk-typing again.
I ♥ my #1 Sweaty Betty Lobster Botch.
Hey, Jen!
Hi Mustard!
How are you?
Yes, you did and you made me smile just by your words lol.
I will send one back this afternoon, i fail at looking for flights and i need to go destress. this hose beast needs to relax, muahahaha
xx
I ♥ you to afro slash.
Air guitar
dum de dum de dum
Hose beast, did it make sense? I remember typing with one eye open, but I have no idea what it said.
Don't de-stress like I did. It took until 3 am before the bed stopped spinning.
Gotta go for now.
Kisses xxxx
Oh my goodness, I seriously loved then left you guys! I'm so sorry!
Jen, I hope your night was fun! Sounds like it was, I mean, not the spinning bed part, but all the stuff before that happened. ;)
#1 Sweaty Betty Lobster Botch, I just shredded in my head for you!
See you guys around!
Yo porchies.
Hey, MissT! I thought about you today. Nothing big, but you just jogged across my mind. :)
Hiya MUSTARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!
How are you sweetie?
What were you thinking?
I'm okay.
I was like, "I wonder how MissT and Russ are? I hope she gets that position." Just really out of the blue. :)
Aw bless you sweetie.
I often wonder about people here while I'm at work. I wonder what everyone else is doing at that exact moment.
Russ texted me to call him. He's on guard duty this weekend and bank holiday monday too, so he's fed up but at least he gets next weekend off. He said if I called him it would give him an excuse to leave for a while.
He is sooooooooooo sweet. When we got off the phone, he texted me to say I sounded sexy.
Hi guys,
I got nothing right now. NOTHING. Zip, zilch, nada, zero, not anything worth a shitz, so I am gonna just hang out.
I hope you are all doing well and I'll try and catch ya later.
Aw, MissT, that's so cool. How do you feel about him? Does he meet your expectations? Do you think this is a long-time thing? He's obviously smitten with you!
Poor solly. If I knew what is was you were lacking, I would send some your way.
Wanna throw a pity party with me, Sdock?
I brought Ben & Jerry's *entices you*.
I hope so Mustard. He is really sweet and when we just chatted it was so natural like we had known each other for ages.
MissT! I was talking about you today. Were your ears burning? :)
Mustard, I'm not even up for that. Not right now. Maybe later.
I'll be back in a bit.
Aw, MissT, you cannot imagine the happiness I have inside for you. You deserve it.
Okay, Sdock. See you later. :)
Oooooo thank you mustard.
You were talking about me smoke? were you saying, "where has that English loopy bonkers bird got to"?
I was saying sumfin' like, "MissT has her a dude and she must like him and we haven't seen her and I MISS HER!"
That's what I was saying. Hee-hee.
Aw bless you sweetie. I would never leave you guys. How could I leave the princess. Who's tiara would dazzle me then?
Seriously!
^_^
Okay, gotta go buy some ice cream. I'll be back in a bit.
Cookie dough for me please.
i'm eating a sloppy joe sandwich
As a Brit, you will have to explain what a sloppy Joe is.
Oh well, I shall go to bed none the wiser.
Goodnight everyone.
Solly, get on AIM, woman.
*tucks in the porch & kisses it goodnight*
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