#fashioned
Tonight wasn't the 1st time it's ever happened to me.
I've always felt that I could change the past, break cycles and break through ceilings.
Thought by now people would feel the same as me.
It seems that some are just too angry.
It's sad to stay as small as your own race.
I thought we had finally made it to where these things didn't take place.
I guess ugly stays, you put yourself in their shoes & repeat the same old school mistakes.
Take the upper hand like it makes you cool, like it makes you better, but it only makes you the same.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
My body
disembodied step by step,
no disambiguation
or neutral observers
to go oy
or shush or protest
disunited piece by piece,
arms disarmed,
legs lanced and amputated,
yet ***** lives on,
chest and head,
and doesn't protest,
or angry curse fate
someone staunches
the ****** words,
the ****** tenants
of the boastful remnants
cry out
*beaten you
in every way
as long as chest beats
and tip of tongue
coexist,*
I am more than whole
I am undefeated,
nor is ended silence, a white flag of surrender,
my words live on...
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
she doesn't have a lover
but her heart is full of treasure
by the people who cares for her
and just like that, for her it was more than enough.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
The quaintness of a bar in the heart of my city breathes an air of charming, old-fashioned walls, it echoes of the days and night I sat there drinking my gin and tonic pouring my words onto pieces of paper or into hearts.. it reminds me that modern life is convenient but the quaintness of certain walls never die!
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
God is really so much more than we have ever imagined
yet it’s within His imagination we’ve all been fashioned.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
*Cherie
An Old Fashioned Break Up
When love's last words are spoken…. Cherie.
When tender hearts are broken…. Cherie.
Now our dream of love is far away
Now lost in the mist of yesterday.
When love's last kiss has faded …..Cherie
When loving hearts are jaded ….Cherie
Once love blossomed
with the bright moon
Now it plays a sad tune for me.
Now my heart is broken …..Cherie
when love's last words are spoken…. Cherie
when love's last words are spoken…. Cherie*
Based upon a beautiful Melody written in 1934
LOVE'S LAST WORD IS SPOKEN [CHERIE]
Cesare A Bixio (m) Bruce Sievier (l) 1934
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
A room filled with smoke and drink and
knives in pockets. A man in a grey suit
sits at the bar and lights a cigar.
He can smell violence in the air here. Metallic and
sickly sweet. He grins with anticipation and orders
a drink. Old Fashioned.
A short time later in a room filled with smoke
and blood and knives gripped in dead hands,
a man in a red suit laughs softly and sips an
Old Fashioned.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Basically I'm saying, babe, you're hot. You know its funny, I adore Shakespeare but i could not handle writing like him. All proper and British and modern... I'm too old fashioned for his tastes.
Let's think about it. Shakespeare was a progressive of his days; making words, analogies, that are timeless to this day.
What am I using?
Old tricks of the old writers to quell my taste for old art. Gods knows I describe everything as if I were Dickens, all elongated and profoundly bloated in the most beautiful and adoring way.
But back to where I was. You.
This sonnet is for you. I did promise one this night, did I not? In my head I did, at least. Oh dear, this'll be a surprise in the morning. But at least it is a surprise just for you.
I at least hinted of a sonnet, a sonnet for you, telling of you and our love and how it makes me feel. So here we must go.
You are the moonshine to my midnight, the angel to my demons.
Too much? I dare say, it must be, you have simply gone giddy with giggles. Perhaps a different route should be approached.
If I were a murderess, which in all heart-related actuality I am, I will give this fair promise that in all my running around and cutting out hearts, that yours will simply be those one I keep closest to mine.
Alas, too dark? Oh, my love, but there must be some way to express my doting! Be in not in a dark sonnet, or an adoring sonnet, perhaps a comedic one?
There were two things I was certain of. One, that he was a vampire, and two, that I was irrevocably attracted to him.
Oh, perhaps too comedic. Perhaps too unkind. Perhaps a bit too much paraphrasing. But I digress. Anything I can do to please you, my dearest one? Anyway I can express how I feel without making you laugh, or giggle, or simply chuckle at me?
It cannot be as simple, as you say. It cannot be as easy as holding you close and whispering in your ear how much I love you. Can it?
Well I promise, then, that I will spend my nights whispering towards you my affections, and holding you tight until you can stand my embrace no more. Will that suffice?
Oh, I love you.
And I suppose that's the best way to put it.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Call me
old fashioned
But knives are for
cutting boards
And exposed thighs are for
Self-loathing
******
-CsR
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
*O dear Morpheus, for thy rest be no disturbance in thee?
For thy sole ideas be neither order nor structure in flow?
Fear I sense for thy sacrèd inmost sanctum closes its eye.*
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC