this one

Thank you Kevin~I'm fine tuning and needed to throw some up here~

Listening to
Another message
Your words
Sadly spoken
Spirit broken
I have to listen
I have no choice
Tortured by your
Voice speaking
My name
Hungry
Haunting
So filled with
Wanting

I’m out of breath
My heart constricted
Overwhelmed
Conflicted
Wanting
What I should
Not have
Yet aching
Desperately
To have it

But I cannot strip you
Of those years
I’ve already lived
You are so young
With so much
To give that I
Have already
Given

I could be
Your love
But I’d only take away
The novelty that
Youth brings
Knowing that
Your dreams
Will tarnish
Soon enough

After all
It’s only the
Varnish
Of youth
That makes them
So Bright
And who am I
To cover your
Hopes in rust?

You’ll have more
Than enough time
To do that on your own

And there it is again
That goddam phone
Is ringing
My own
Jiminy Cricket
Singing evilly
In my ear
Pickitup
Pickitup
Pickitup

My hands reach out
With hesitation
Not quite reaching
Their destination
Vibrating with
Temptation
Stopping myself
Just short as I

Mentally
Kick myself
In the ass

Why can’t I
Turn my back
On the world
Screaming
“**** you
Go away
Life is short
Little more
Than a very
Long day

Is it such a crime
To want to
Spend that time
With someone
Who still owns
A pair of
Rose-colored glasses?”

But even thru
My jaded eyes
I can draw the line
And recognize the
Difference between
What’s right and
What’s wrong
This love is
Just another
Badly written
Country song
And God knows
I‘ve always
Been one to
Sing the blues

As my reality sinks in
I walk away sadly
Letting you go
As my digital soul

Records your
Whispered
“I miss you baby…”

Washing my face
Of regretful tears
Reminding myself
Of all the years
Between us
I prepare
For an empty night
With another
Jaded soul
Who lost
His dreams
So long ago

About the same time …

…I did….


Feb 9 2009

Excellent MsWiz!

I liked this topic very much.

I also, didn't know the word; ***
was uncensored! lmao!




Edit:

i thought the word a s s was uncensored.
Hey! how'd you do that? lol!

it comes across as it is in your poem.

you're quite welcome...
keep throwing by all means

Listening to
Another message
Your words
Sadly spoken
Spirit broken
I have to listen
I have no choice
Tortured by your
Voice speaking
My name
Hungry
Haunting
So filled with
Wanting

I’m out of breath
My heart constricted
Overwhelmed
Conflicted
Wanting
What I should
Not have
Yet aching
Desperately
To have it

But I cannot strip you
Of those years
I’ve already lived
You are so young
With so much
To give that I
Have already
Given

I could be
Your love
But I’d only take away
The novelty that
Youth brings
Knowing that
Your dreams
Will tarnish
Soon enough

After all
It’s only the
Varnish
Of youth
That makes them
So Bright
And who am I
To cover your
Hopes in rust?

You’ll have more
Than enough time
To do that on your own

And there it is again
That goddam phone
Is ringing
My own
Jiminy Cricket
Singing evilly
In my ear
Pickitup
Pickitup
Pickitup

My hands reach out
With hesitation
Not quite reaching
Their destination
Vibrating with
Temptation
Stopping myself
Just short as I

Mentally
Kick myself
In the ***

Why can’t I
Turn my back
On the world
Screaming
“**** you
Go away
Life is short
Little more
Than a very
Long day

Is it such a crime
To want to
Spend that time
With someone
Who still owns
A pair of
Rose-colored glasses?”

But even thru
My jaded eyes
I can draw the line
And recognize the
Difference between
What’s right and
What’s wrong
This love is
Just another
Badly written
Country song
And God knows
I‘ve always
Been one to
Sing the blues

As my reality sinks in
I walk away sadly
Letting you go
As my digital soul

Records your
Whispered
“I miss you baby…”

Washing my face
Of regretful tears
Reminding myself
Of all the years
Between us
I prepare
For an empty night
With another
Jaded soul
Who lost
His dreams
So long ago

About the same time …

…I did….


Feb 9 2009

Come here my love
We will stop time
My hand holding yours
Your hand holding mine

What can I say to you
I have no regrets
Honey I want you to know
you are the best

Like a shinning star
you come to me
laying your head on my shoulder
with you i'm complete

don't worry about growing old
no don't worry my love
because you are my angel
sent from above

When you feel week
I will lift you up
I will love you always
My sweet buttercup...

Big Kisses, thinking of you
Daniel

Daniel how lovely! How are you sweetman?? That picture you have up is cute as hell!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYtM3N_BACA&feature=related

Doc Brown: Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads.

"Life is short
Little more
Than a very
Long day

Is it such a crime
To want to
Spend that time
With someone
Who still owns
A pair of
Rose-colored glasses?”

What a tremendous image this is!

It is so self-contained, it could indeed stand alone on its own.

Masterful internal rhyming in the whole work, too. Impressive!

"Life is short
Little more
Than a very
Long day

Is it such a crime
To want to
Spend that time
With someone
Who still owns
A pair of
Rose-colored glasses?”

What a tremendous image this is!

It is so self-contained, it could indeed stand alone on its own.

Masterful internal rhyming in the whole work, too. Impressive!