I don't care,
I don't care if you love me still,
Although, I wish you did,
In fact I know you do,
The clever man with silver pen, you know I love you too.
Your bullets are made of silver, as they dance upon my chest,
I am not the monster,
You believe that you don't warrant love,
A, worthless box of tricks,
That only you and I can fix.
(C) Livvi

Drowning in depressive moments,
Amid wild moments of musing, while his body he's abusing,
The lady, that lady sits on the sidelines,
Watching and listening,
Still sat in a field of discontent.
Scratching  poems with her crimson pen.
His liver's not good for serving with onions,
Her pen is crimson, never scarlet,
For this lady's not a harlot.
(C) Livvi

A change in the times,
That runs with the bees,
She screaming for mercy,
Hear her pleas.

She dances with devils,
In  front of the moonlight,
Walking down the back roads, in forests of the night
And onwards,
we rove,
through the **** lemon grove.
And so she  glows,
with sunlight sparkling on her nose.

She lost all her trust,
Her love it got bust, cost her a lot,
But she can't, run and hide,

She cannot live with obsession,
with her head he's messing,
again and some more,
and so they roll down lonely rivers.
(c) Livvi

Could you recognise the unholy screams of planes firing throughout the sky?
Poor guys impaled on spikes of war, corrupted hiding in the trenches.
Almighty, flash of light, filling the screaming, beating sky.
The guys in the trenches,  not afraid to die,
Or are they?
If it means their honour's kept intact.
The ****** soldiers, facing the war for the first time ever.
Doing their duty, proud men.
On the payroll on the nation.

Bombs continued dancing on the skyline, in their nonchalant way.
Smell the hanging death, it's strung throughout the atmosphere.
And still they watched and hid, and still they smelled the terror,
The terror they keep inside, not allowed to be afraid, caught upon the storming skies.
During the latest fatal air raid.
A storm of sand invades,
The sand blamed for  the eviction of their tears.
Stiff upper lip is frigid!
(c) Livvi

He made her feel special,
Magic dripped from his fingers.
Dripped more from his tongue.
She made him feel,
Feel again, scared to break a record of being loved again.
No more.
Instead of word of mouth.
For her from land down south.
He fired blank responses from his very wary pen.
The record made of vinyl, was moulded in bright yellow,
As canary stood, did strut his stuff, sadly never mellow.
He swore as stood in front of her,
He'd never love again.
And he did.
Stupid sod.
He loved her too, he told her so, the demi-god.
He ran faster, much faster than the pouring rain,
His love he washed it down the drain.
Blew more wildly than the wind,
She was his malediction, the thing called love it bit again, made him feel, buckets worse.
Such  soul slaying addiction!
(C) Livvi

Don't sell your dreams for pennies, not even for a pound,
Ponder all you wish for, no matter how profound.
Hide not, your wild and crazy thoughts,
The ones that in the web are caught,
Sell your kisses, for a dime a time,
Be aware, you ain't having mine.
My kisses are for the special one,hiding round the corner,
Darling don't tell anyone, that never did I warn yer.
Don't sell your love for passion.
Unless you know it's real,
Only the real deal!
(c) Livvi

Seven in a week,
Disgusting, she hears you say,
The first one, well he maybe the last,
This one left religion chucked upon her path.
She loved very him much, just because she could.
He made her feel,
So relaxed, extreme tranquility.
The second one,
He gave her a super blast,
The third.
She loved him rapidly, with  blazing renewed passion,
The third one was very hot, yesterday's one became forgot,
Had nothing much to offer her, so she washed him out of hair,
The fourth one he was wonderful,
She got half way through and then they stopped,
Gave up for the day.
The fifth one, he was noisy, he made too much racket,
****** fellow, just wanted to be one of the boys,
Got up and left without even goodbye,
Just shoved his finger in her  eye.
Made her tears flow,
Only one more of them to go.
Very nearly over, had enough of them,
the days of the week so pleasantly displayed as flipping men.
Last one round was Saturday, a nothing much the matter day!
The end of the week brings with it relief!
(c) Livvi

The garden flourishes,
Fed with sunny smiles,
The flora watered only,
by the kiss of butterfly ,
The grass whines on relentlessly,moaning only, when beaten by the shears,
The strimmer strums and bumbles buzz,
For,underneath the ballustrade,
Especially positioned,
lay at peace.
The bones of mortals.
Fertilizing, the peaceful garden, hiding inside the cemetery.
Complete with pearly gates.
Blooming beautiful.
(c) Livvi

Like an old tyre stretched and distorted, I move in mysterious ways!

Sporting the battledress of the warrior queen.
Her eyes wide open.
She's unfurling black banners,
while spewing venom, at the blackened retching sky.
Midnight crisp approaches,
as she grabs the sullen one,
Smashes through his barriers,
She is the chosen one,
And she sings to him, provocatively, luring him in,
dashed onto gilded rocks,
For he too is the chosen one,
the son of sighs,
deliver me from death,
I beg,
oh so unholy one,
Once again, he smiles at her,
deliverance curtly,
through teeth ,
blackened by his spite,

As morning light breaks through the sky,
he stops and stoops and wonders why.
On hell and Earth, in spite of heaven,
Why did he bid goodbye to his wild warrior queen,
the royal one,
So regally attired in ebony black.

For you woman,
you seek only the sycophant,
Believe him not,
It's all a fake, a disguise behind which he hides,

Forget her not, she  still wants you,
Wants to rip your **** in two,
no chance at forgiveness,
for making the lady blue,

You,
with the faces of loyal Gemini,
you state,
categorically state,
the woman, the one,
that woman,
And f**k, as inside you walk, right in again,
As inside you go again,
Here you go again, letting your passion, cause more pain.
(c) Livvi

I'm real, surreal in fact.
As we sat on the grass,
covered in slivers of broken glass,
Left by the lovers who sat there before,
Who wanted each other, but we wanted more,
We dozed on the grass,
not far from the underpass,
where old broken dreams dwelt,
and we felt,
the pain of a million lovers,
long since passed by,
rode on the storm with a needle full eye,
for they were blind,
And we are not,
What we once had it was never forgot.
Nor,
will it be,
as,
we are free thinkers,
with strands of sweet love,
coiled up tight,
in a pink satin glove!
(C) Livvi

She worked in customer service, her  hair let down over her shoulders.
She's wearing ***** boots.
She walked around shaking her keys, as she made them all beg for mercy.
One on one,
She whipped him hard, so very hard and made him beg for mercy.
She locked him in a tiny room around about 10 by 10,
She shoved him up against the wall and made him scream in pain.
Tomorrow would be another day, she'll do the same again!
(C) Livvi

You gazed upon my nakedness,
Saw right through my skin.
Found my vulnerability and boy, you walked right in.
We two must, oh so keep the faith, let not our precious love escape.
In memorial, we must paint the town bright red.
We must pluck the remnants of the dying daffodils.
As we stroll on through the park.
My heart it aches because of thee,  it's hurting more as I am freed.
Bewitched only by the cultivated style, the one you grew.
Started such fire but never knew, just how much it grew and grew.
You said I was the sorceress, but you, you never ever knew.
Now, I am the princess, locked only for you, in a casket of glass,
Do you still  love me?
I know you do,
I really dare not ask!
For your beautiful gleaming admission,  still lay dying, in our park!

(C) Livvi

Sitting on the pavement, the cobbled one,
Bare feet are burning on the stones, why I sat to rest.
My brother came along and threw his spite, wildly at first,
Was just by way of smite.
He never sat, he never mused.
With me his sister, never amused.
Adult hood came,
Daddy dear went,
A spiteful fixation, it was never meant to be.
We never sat and had a chat.
And truth to tell, that was that.
The family have become nuclear.
Couldn't be much farther spread.
We could maybe, have met in hell,
But some of us, already there.
In the after-life, if it were meant to be.
Currently in purgatory.
(C) Livvi

Can I firstly say, that, today the clouds are inside out,
Overnight  the angels came, my my ,they cleaned them out.
So now, that summer's moving in, my heart can the sound of swallows wings, beating as they pass.
The grass is glowing greener, begging to be cut.
The blades of grass are cutting, as they chat between them selves.
Of the tree shining brightly,lightly oscillating, do go the verdant leaves,
Can you hear them rustling?
Branching out, escaping from the bowing summer trees.
Such  an honour to see summer come,
How long the garden wonders, how long will her summer last.
(C) Livvi

It was a chemical romance you know, pure chemistry between them both.
As if the fairy of passion had sprinkled magic all around.
She came out with her ******, as he held her in his arms,
Just a box of chemicals, not really magic charms.
She smiled, as he loved her, the first time in many months.
You see, really was pure chemistry!

She tried to get up and wander away, he kept on going all of the day.
Both of these wonderful lovers fancied taking a walk.
Felt rather uncomfortable, strolling with stalk!
(C) Livvi

Scurries crazily onto the bridge, just  to espy my face,in the morning,
Smiles excitedly, aroused by my magic,
gesturing to me to wait,
He so wants to cry out, wants so much to talk to me,
Standing so proud in front of me,  adoring me, as I pass him by,
My route is sure,
Sure, I so am late however; I will always wait!
The train is early,
I am so tardy... !
"Am I  holier than thou?,  Am I  worthy of such effort?,"
I think not !
Just a responsive glance brightens his day with such profound sentiment,
He hands me a note, "Sweet Livvi, Martin's friend" , complete with kisses at the end,
Another unjustified note, me thinks,
Another day, another note says "Livvi, love you friend"....!
I would love to stop and speak, but all things conspire against him,
I take his note and sweetly smile, thumbs up "hello", gestures from my mouth" thank you"!
I leap on the train, while he watches me go, once more,
I depart back into his dreams again,
His wish remains  trapped in a silent world, where only he can dwell,  
He is voiceless,  oblivious of all things, in his deaf, dumb world.
Writing is the only way he can tell me how he feels, thank God for words and their use!
At least he can indicate his emotions at last, even tho' his love remains unrequited! Always!
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Walking along the pebbled beach, the light is falling down, shortly oh so very shortly, will the horizon breed with the sleeping sky.
And still the tides brush upon the sullen early summer shore.  
To wait for morning's kiss to fall.  
To brush away the dark heart and release your mind from pain, take the morning with both hands, let life begin again!  
(C) Livvi
**

She is my sanctuary.
She throws her flowers down the drain.
Soon we shall be home again.
Dancing together in the morning rain.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

Closer together than ever more,
For never more be free.
To ride the crazy gravy train,
Once before and now again.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

We jived in days of fifty five,
None of us were stood alive,
As strawberry Mondays, we jazzed about.
Tuesdays of cherries, full and ripe.
Wednesdays of banana split dreams.
where everything is great, not as it seems.

We sail on drunken dreams.
The sun flies overhead.
We are on our way home, standing room only,
We are  never alone.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take it when you get your chance,
Then take your fill again.
(C) Livvi

The wind came, bought with it infernal pain,
Scratched at troubled faces, fighting through the hurricane.
Defacing everything in sight with it's infernal shift.
The clocks fell backwards, tumbling as their springs fell out of place.
When breakfast time was supper time, and supper time was noon.
When  the cockerel yelled at rising time, it really was too soon.
In another bit of the world not far from us, it's mid morning time, and banging hot.
Here the sky is  hanging bright, it's very  nearly nightie night, the time is never right!
(C) Livvi

She put her breast into his mouth, she gave it him for free.
She wanted to feel him close to her,
He suckled her, he needed her had took her for his tea.
The feeling made her purr,
He cuddled close.
He felt secure, his mother's milk was very fresh,
He snuggled with his nose,
His body sate, her breast, him did refresh,
The child so needs his mother,
To soothe and satisfy,
He needs not another,
Without her pure breast he may die,
It made her cry, it made her sore,
But breast is best, they cry for sure!
(C) Livvi

I once ******* a chicken, he really was quite nice.
Although he really couldn't fly, that  sweet chicken did take flight.
He was very tall and slender, rather a mind ******.
In art and craft was sometimes daft, but had a heart of gold.
Sadly irrepressible in the end, I left him cold.
I didn't want to, as he was  really rather hot.
I could pick him and bring him home and feed him lots of ***!
(C) Livvi

They're chasing, chasing ladies.
They want to taste succulence between their swollen *******.
They're looking for love in the form of affection, in recognition that once they were young.
They were once insecure,
Little boys lost.
These women, voluptuous full up with passion, have a smell so familiar.
That of absconded childhood, now turned into wild hood.
And so they cry, when taken from the breast.
Deposited in bottle banks, as once again they cry some more.
These little boys who decry woman form regardless of her cost.
His mother was precious.
She was victorious in making a man, from mother's milk an infant raised to be a gentleman.
(C) Livvi

Archimedes had a *****, hell how he loved it x

Once, again she returned to the door at the end of the world.
Sat down with the proprietor, he faced her once years before.
Now, it was apparent she knew so much more.
She was now more wizened and wise, the proprietor saw it as he stared  into her eyes.
She sat and they spoke, while she choked on her coffee,  for today was the day she was legally set free.
Today after many years, her time was right  for they had found the key.

Together,they mulled over reasons, they chewed over rhymes.
Life had been great, she'd had some good times.
Too few, but too many had played with her heart.
Now she could smile at her depart.
In her mind, she stored memories of good times and bad,
Times of merriment and times when so mad.
A lifetime of emotions, written in her faded book.
She left it behind, so all of you can take a look.
Take a peep at the words, carried by birds, of the once suicidal one.
She was captured by writing and cute conversation with the proprietor of the cafe at the end of the world.
Who now had the key, now that bird was set free.
(C) Livvi

At the end of the world there's hole with a door.
The door has a key, should you want to break free.
If your smiles have died, if you don't want to live.
To find the key to door.
At the end of the world.
If you really, don't want to live any more.

You must firstly, climb up the purple mountains and steal some eagles wings,
Maybe a brood of eggs as well and clutch them to you heart.
Initially, the idea is really rather strange.
Of climbing mountains just to die.
When you have your eagles wings,
When all the tiny birdies sing.
You may, yes you may.
Fly down the edge to the parapet of much regret, upon which you must sit a while.

Analyse your thoughts of death, write them on your mini-pad, the one all poets hold at heart and always keep stuffed in their satchel.
I'm sure you know it.
Leave them on the cliff edge, for a.n.other to read.
Spread the message of what you did.

Pop your wings back in place.
Soar through the sky with perfect grace.

Go to the shop at the end of the world and ask the proprietor for the key.
So you can get out, cause you want to break free!
The shopkeeper, said with a sad and sorry face, "I'm sorry love, the last one took it with them, and didn't bring it back".
Locksmiths, don't keep spare keys for the door at the end of the world.
"So, I 'm sorry I can't help you, would you like a cup of Rosy Lee.
You can unburden your issues, shift them to me".
After the wild flight from the top of the mountain.

A cup of tea from his cheerful fountain, was just she needed.
All that flying and writing had cleared her mind.
She flew back home.
When you hear the calls of eagles in flight, remember the fact the end is in sight,
Not in the cafe at the end of the world.
But, a good conversation and a stroke of pen and poetry.
Release your mind, a true catharsis!
(C) Livvi

Nearly the end of a very cold day, when the sun hit the sky but just didn't stay.
I'm sat in my house, quiet as a mouse.
Mulling over the words, that I recently heard.
Listening to children, they're making a racket.
Never guess what, I just couldn't hack it.
Listen to the noise of the girls and the boys.
Hammering about as they play with their toys.
I think, maybe they should be off to bed.
Very good really, so nothing more's said.
They're very nice really but they play on my head.
My ears to be precise, they very sweet but noisy, it's not very nice!
(c) Livvi

Just pebbles on a lonely shore.
Eroded by a constant ebb and flow.
Once were rough around the edges,
Quartz stones,embedded far within.
Bring forth the merman, who chips away with all his heart.
Only happens at midnight you know.
The merman, breaks the pebbles down, retrieves their gifts of crystalline dreams.
Requests permission from Neptune, the father of the seas.
To find a lonely mermaid, to be betrothed to him, so mer  folk can continue, to ever live and breed.
Free to rave those wild seas.
In love, they breed on rugged beaches, discreetly out of eye -shot of the eyes of man and beast.
(C) Livvi

She has too many issues, all them with words, virtual obsession, addicted, just can't give them up.

Take me away from the cold and the rain.
Mario, cried through his rigid smile.
Set in place by annual ice and snow.
His joints they ached, he got so stiff.
Age had caught him in the end.
Stuck in the garden, without any friends.
He sat in the garden shed.
Thinking hard of days gone by, when as a dancer he could fly.
Made all the ladies giggle as he wiggled.
Never could do that again he smiled deep in his wooden heart.
In the garden outside the  shed he heard a voice familiar.
"Lucy, lets go take a look, see if we can seek him out, help him dance again".
For grandma, knew that hiding, dumped in the garden shed, in a damp dusty box lived an aged marionette.
Mario smiled again on hearing those words.
My how he loved to dance!
(C) Livvi

She has views of apartments, decked with blue flowers.
She listens so close hearing traffic dash by.
It' a messy apartment, but nobody minds, and nobody matters.

On the far side,the far side of the street.
From her window she she pays homage to the soldier sat square in his chair.
Looking smart,all brushed and polished.
Don't know how the hell he coped.
Sitting there kept hope alive.

Hope was a tiny kitten, a tiny ball of ****** fluff.
Looked rather like a tiger, you know.
She sat on his lap as he mused and amused the by passers of the daily grind.

He tried to busk, but he just couldn't play.
The war had been but, a brief affair, their war.
She had coped with his negative feelings as he sat and cried.
She bore his crown of thorns of war, with dignity as did he.
That which war destroyed neither denied,

He sat every day in that spot over the road, just up from the subway, by the fast food joint.
Watching, listening, and breathing in fumes.
The being he once was becoming exhumed.
And he stroked his cat and tried to sing.
He wanted to buy her a posh diamond ring.
Desired to catch her and take her away.
Maybe another day.

The apartment's a mess, but only because, after the war she lost her true love.
A large black dog, chased out the cat, the one that's over the street where her once lover sat.
The soldier who'd wanted to buy her a ring.
Depression got both of them, just one of them things!
(C) Livvi

She's wanting *** with sinners.
She wants it now.
The devil is an angel and she's a ***** cow.
The angel, she's dressed in black and white in techni-colour dreams.
In giving *** she reconstructs, their deep darkest hour.
The power, that power that she's giving feeds their security, no lies.
Picks up their sorry moments and chucks them at back stormy skies.
They're riding on the hormones in wild moments captured, as they bump and grind.
A little piece of wild ***, it sure doth soothe the broken mind.
Cathartic release, as poetry she is to me!
(c) Livvi

Sat in the room at that back of the house.
Where all my secrets hang out.
They're hanging about.
Somewhat strung.
Hiding inside my vacant head.
T.V. flashes colours of psychedelia,
Beatles concert in full swing.
Hopped onto the merry-go-round.
Tagged on for the ride,
Thought I'd scrawl a word or two,
Before more memories invade my sorry head.
Sad because, you're gone.
Now, only tired memories hang out in my troubled head.
You know what baby, one day we'll both be dead.
I'll still have cupid's ******* arrow transfixing in my heart.
Until the day, my mortal coil sprung, at the setting of my silent sun .
(C) Livvi

A stone around a broken neck.
Contorted misfit, from a prison cell.
Locked in for fear of fleeting love.
Open yourself, oh male one.
Drop all your ******* protestations.
Answer her, here and now.
Upon what basis is your fear?
All that's left are faded dreams of drama queens and poetry.
Opaque in love's injurious injustice!
Is it maybe that the moment, that on my face your eyes may fall,
For fear that once again, true love may call.
You stumble knowingly within the pretense that you want is to fly free.
I have the perfect answer to this love that ails you:
From the eyes of the ornithologist, chickens cannot fly away, ostriches, they're always flashing in a dash, penguins love the chill of the thrill and turkeys they get eaten.
And hell you so like that!
(c) Livvi

You slice yourself to make you bleed.
To **** emotions, set you free.
Veins flow, pain recedes.
In crimson stains you suffocate.
Just enough not to seal your fate.
You rip away to make you bleed to **** your feelings.
Make them numb.
It feels so good when it acts as a leech.
A gentle tear, a mark left there.
Pierce a portion, maybe a lip.
Feels so ******' free.
Whenever you scar, it releases such pain.
For a moment or two,
How do I know?
I used to be you.
Have scars and scratches on my wrists.
Medals from self-abuse.
Those marks are very small, once they let free my pain.
Now I'm fifty, life is sort of settled.
Me, I'll never ever slash again.
(c) Livvi

I don't want a smoker, nor do I want a drinker.
I do want full on passion, with another free thinker.
I don't want my fire extinguished, by the one who fights fire with fire.
I'm burning inside, don't put me out.
I don't want to save him, nor to be saved.
Ipsofacto.
And so that zany poet raved!
(c) Livvi

A chocolate gateau, covered in cream.
Nothing artifical here.
Full of sweetness, moist and lush.
A fruity taste, a pure delight.
Such great taste.
Pure and true.
Made that way just for you.
I'm tempting and tempted.
What you see is what you get.
Wipe my cream from your masculine face.
Love me  truly, as much as I love you.
(c) Livvi

A seahorse tossed on lonely waves.
Riding crests of fiery foam.
Rolls out at play with maids of mer.
Ducking and diving, reaching for breath.
Neptune grabs his chariot, corals his fragile babes.
Harnessed to his mighty craft, as midnight strolls o'er the stormy sky.
His ladies of mer are on the look out, peeping at the cruising ships.
Peaking and dropping as they toss.
A chariot of Neptune,crunched
Crunch, those rotting timbers ****** and blasted.
The vessel falls.
Succumbed to sea, to see no more.
No more the fatal ship to shore!
(C) Livvi

A magic craft.
With bells attached, a contortion of such noise.
A racket of lust blazing scarlet love.
Maybe crimson as it flows.
It scoots over the highest mountains.
Splashing playful in water fountains, clean and fresh and oh so new.
The novelty of passion, washed up on the lonely beach,
Your heart is lost, I cannot reach.
My fingers numb, my heart the same.
To us, was much more than a game.
The beast of fear trapped us,
Yes, you and I,
You sit in your castle.
Watching the world go by.
Surveying your parallel universe, you think of me, now you think of hell.
Paroxysm of missing in muse!
(c) Livvi

Do I need to tell thy, how in unity we are matched as one.
In malediction, created by malaise.
I speak out.
Have such fire filled desires.
So be it tall and strong thus spake.
Decadence in morning song, of buds and birds and bees that throng.
If I could christen dragonflies,so I would set you in my heart, should do thus by pure means indeed.
If only I could form such trysts with all those dragonflies.
I wonder, am I just being me?
If I could hold thee in the morning it would be my brightest hour.
My tears would dry and maybe then I should be set free.
Released to fly away.
Only God knows that I love you, and only God knows why.
You creep along and stroke my heart, mine eyes are by thine blind.
(c) Livvi

When on your deathbed you lay.
You lie,reflecting on the precious things you sorely lost.
An aching you will feel, tangled up inside your heart.
Will you regret the love, the true love that you lost?
The auburn one, the daring darling
That woman who played on your head.
Dropping you from the highest heights unto the depths of despair.
You were lucky,so lucky, she was love personified.
But you were fool too much, too much a fool to see.
(c) Livvi 01/05/2014

Her silhouette  danced in the doorways of time.
Alluring him, besotted with his wistful ways.
She played tennis with his passion, as it flew around the room.
Hollow bangs hit decibels, she caused a sonic boom.
He crept into her darkened room and touched her back inside.
The witch woman of magic grabbed him, and on her broomstick together they did fly away.
She was ripened for his kisses, they were twice as nice.
Several days of ripening , ready to be her sacrifice.
(c) Livvi

Her clothes were chosen for her.
Dressed by her favourite friend.
She had no choice at all.
Never allowed to buy her own.
Daddy always bought them.
Her shape was perfect.
One all the other woman wanted.
Some were rather jealous of her body beautiful.
Rather inflexible.
Hair golden hair was made of nylon.
Stiff, brittle and unbrushable, but never out of place.
She never washed or had a bath, her make up hung in perfect place.
She never really said a lot.
Played only with little girls, with frilly frocks and golden curls.
Daddy bought another one, his daughter moulded on her plastic Barbie doll!
(C) Livvi

Sat there in a crumpled heap in the corner.
The dark one under the window.
One aged discarded teddy, dumped by his once loving owner.
Poor fellow was missing an eye, threadbare, naked.
Sad chap, I swear, once a tear seen trickling down his sorry face.
Once upon a lifetime he was loved and cuddled.
His beige skin was covered in mountains of fluff.
He's worn out, an elderly fellow.

Out of nowhere Mrs Owner, got fed up with scrappy toys.
Thought that she would chuck him out.
He sensed her feelings.
My did he shout!
From the bottom of his congealed lungs of fluff, he screamed and shouted.
Open his mouth, dragged out his failing claws.
Ripped her to shreds, pulled out her hair.
The clause of owning a teddy bear, was that he must be forever held close to your heart.
A  timely reminder,
Good teddies and owners must never part!
(c) Livvi

I can't write tonight.
I am  so tired.
My head is drawn out.
I'm seriously wired.
Had a flood of words, overflowed in passion at the evening's prime, but now sadly at the end of the day, my time has run out.
I can no longer shout.
Can't say a thing.
I'm being rather quiet.
Unusual for me.
I'm silent as a cemetery.
Dressed in the dead of night.

My dainty eyelid shadows just can not stay apart
At the end of this day, I just lost my heart.
I'm sure that tomorrow the bringer of words, will bring forth unto me,  a hundred million more words to turn into a sea.
He will wave at me to remind me to once again pick up my pen, and then........?
Who knows?
(C) Livvi

Pain of such hunger.
Craving with wild desire.
Crying desperately with clowns tears.
Smudged make-up blacks the eyes of needy lovers.
The lovers crumble.
A tangled heap upon the deck.
The waves flip out on the crazy ship.
Their dreams thrill.
Laughter floods the images.
The image of such hunger filled.
Hunger so cruel must be satisfied.
Chastity must be relinquished.
She hunts.
As the hunger for passion slowly eats her alive.
(C) Livvi

Looking at that family tree.
Strung far and wide in Macrame.
Caught in a complex web of lies.
From yesterdays.
Those that went before, running into today.
There are good ones and bad ones.
Families that is.
Sometimes even rather sad ones.
The mother who slept with the father,
Who, then flipped to the uncle, who created who?
A rhetorical question.
Julie- Ann, she then discovered that she had an unknown brother.
The family love stretched far and wide, as at times the family members were denied.
Love to be close to recent ones, the family setting as the sun.
The draped macrame still hangs full of holes, stretched from bough to bow.
And darling sister was still a cow.
The son will always shine, an orb of of light after the darkness.
(C) Livvi

He blew her socks off.
Now she can't  move on, stuck in the spot unable to walk!

Bring me a dated memory.
Find me a mirror.
Let me reflect on the things I have done.
Some right, some wrong.
Let me take my children, hold them in my arms.
Tell them that I love them.
Let them tell me that they love me back.
It's every mothers dream.

Let the sun beat down, hard upon my back.
Reminding me to wear a hat.
To protect my memories.
The ones that are captured under my hair.
As well as my skin.
My skin isn't thick, it's rather fragile.
Another memory is the time; that time.
The moment that, he put in his hands and cupped at my heart.
He didn't give it back you see.
I cannot love another, I believe.
So like a flowing river, I run well and truly free!
(c) Livvi

Murky passages.
Damp, all consuming.
Silence falls, with it's dismal veil complete.
A black velvet cloak.
Mysterious fingers rip at the night.
Dense air, clogged bronchi.
Struggles to extract breath from the atmosphere.
A ghastly wheeze and crackles as the last breath left.
(c) Livvi