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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 07:55 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 11/28/07 (warning: very graphic language)
No, really. You have been cautioned.

"The Romantization"

And when he said to me
"Honey, you will be my only one"
I thought of God, country and
apple pie
All the things I'd been taught
to believe in
so I believed

He would take me in his arms
holding me too tight
"There's a lot of bad out there,
Baby"
a protector of my frail
little body frail
brittle fawn
all doe eyed and
gushing affection we'd
gurgle and coo and promise
each other
"If we do it, it will be
a bond of our LOVE"
"It'll be forever, like
world class lovers"

Water caressed the shore
dawn met a gentle drizzly fog
off in the distance
a trio of blindfolded violinists
played

He "TOOK" me there on the shore
with a kiss
gentle and wet (not too wet)
soft ever lasting
rolling in the sand
we made love for hours
no sweat (really not a drop)
my lover lifted me
my limp frail brittle little
spent
body carried off into the
morn, up to the house
bathing me in scented water
sponging my skin
apologizing for making me
his
his by the flesh
not the ring
When he said "I'm sorry, Sweetheart,
I love you"
I believed

It's always like that
when I remember
blocked shoved back
are the fuzzy green dice
over the rear view mirror
the glimpse of some kids
faces peeping in to see
the car rocking
a seatbelt clasp
wedged up in my shoulder blade
diving deeper into my flesh
each time you dove

I've even forgotten how
"Things just got a little out of hand"
a kiss hard and wet
(all my chin was wet)
a tongue made its way down my throat
without first meeting mine
wherever my top was
as you sucked my nipples raw
telling me I "loved it like this"
I'd lost track of your other hand
the one I could see
muffled my screams with your
flesh between my teeth
until I heard the lock clank
heard the gates open
heard the flesh tear
how it burned just the finger
then your dick
ugly gangly looking
not invisible and
spiritually fulfilling
the glow
the movies promised
not slick long hard
like in porno flicks
ugly mean poking in
missing the hole you dug
instead you pused harder
like to make a new
fucking hole
pulling out 8 inches
when you only put 5 in
blind gruff bone dry
you kept on
because you were
"almost there, yeah baby, I'm
almost there, youre gonna
fucking take me there with
this tight pussy of yours,
only a tighttight pussy does it
for me"
such high praise
cumming inside me
spilling all over the cracked
vinyl interior of your daddy's
Chevy Impala
parked in the parking lot
by Beach 43rd St.

Sweat dropped off of your skin
into my eyes
it didn't matter
I was already crying
my sweaty stomach
only excited you more
I sweat even though I "wasnt
giving, just taking" from you
my sweat made you mad
crazy mad
horny made
you were "gonna show me"
"give me a fuck I'd never
remember, it'd be that..."
"Good," I thought,
"good, now youll have to stop"
you couldn't hurt me again
if your, as you said
"little soldier wouldn't salute"
that was too quaint for the scene
too little boy
too dirty old man
not a 5'8", fair skinned male,
aged 17, last seen wearing a gray sweatshirt,
blue jeans bunched around his
ankles

Pushing me "get up and fix
yourself, bitch"
apologizing for not making me
his by the flesh
'cause I "aint seen nothing yet"
the only ringing
was in my ears
When he said
"Whore, I should kill you"
I believed

Morning came with hesitance
memories are counted in
days months years
for morning to come is to
accept what has really passed

His hugs were always too tight.

Samantha Corbell
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BarenakedLady Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 08:01 AM
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1. ...
:cry:
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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 05:44 PM
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2. Kick.
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 05:49 PM
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3. Geez...
wow...

RL
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Tuesday Afternoon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:17 PM
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4. couple of questions--
"...instead you pused harder..."

is "pused" a typo for "pushed"?

and what year was this written?

Thanks.

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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:27 PM
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6. Yes, a typo evidently. (Yikes, it is Typo Week for me.)
Late '80s/early '90s I think. Could be referring to events that took place in another era, though.
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Tuesday Afternoon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:36 PM
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9. yes. It has that feel of looking back --
some distance. yet urgent at the same time. I took it that it was several "trysts" alluded.
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ThomCat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:22 PM
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5. Damn.
:(

That's really good, and horribly unpleasant. It takes some real talent to tell a horrible story that well.
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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:28 PM
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7. Yes; writing about misery requires a lot of effort.
Talent helps, too, but you must also have guts.
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lizziegrace Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:33 PM
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8. ...
wow... :(
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 06:53 PM
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10. My dear BlueIris...
This is very painful to read...

It feels so damn true...

This stanza says it all, alas...

...for morning to come is to
accept what has really passed...


If you can't accept what has passed, then the morning really hasn't come yet.

Thank you...

:cry:
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Perseid Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 07:31 PM
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11. Water
Water carries me
always from here to there
though there are times
I wish to stay
Still, water carries me
away

Water is today and tomorrow
as memories are sand
that doesn't change
How I would love to rearrange
my memories

Still, water carries me
away

So here I find myself
changing day by day
Not wishing to, but still
the water carries me
away

I can not take the time
it takes to look back
My memories are sand
that refuses to rearrange
my possible tomorrows

and still
the water carries me
away
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Perseid Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 07:49 PM
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12. Kick, because Blue Iris Deserves some attention and respect for
what is being accomplished by these threads.

Thanks, BlueIris.
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Perseid Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-28-07 07:55 PM
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13. I want what the roaches won't eat
They don't eat babies
or nibble on my feet
I want what the roaches won't eat
after the next world war

It doesn't matter what
it was done for
It doesn't matter if
we need more
It just happened and
I'm glad my food's canned
Remember when we could
buy from a store?

My neighbors rabbits
were eating his garden
I saw one of the rabbits
and said "beg your pardon"
do you mind if I eat you
nothing you can do
that's the way it goes
and it really doesn't
matter.

I want what
the roaches won't
eat.
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