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I)Fire Lit by a Flower

Like the thin Yellow petals that started off

this day was paper thin in its Happiness.

Hands had not met, Lips hadn't either;

the electric train got us midway,

a small Walk later act 1 would begin:

 

The air fresh complimenting the microwave induced sweat-

we would Walk to the side of a man made lake

talking of Feelings once, twice, thrice talked of before.

Her Eyes transformed from unease to comfort,

my motionings telling her to come close --

bear hug --

slight touching of the Lips;

the Walk draining --

we held eachother, her ear to my chest

but cravings of an unhealthy sort floating in her head.

 

Craving overpowering we go on a hike

(leaving behind Canadian Geese she's cautious of --)

momentary relief offering more Peace among her;

the path rocky, she had chosen to wear thongs.

a few rocks here and there, our Hands locked;

on alert for bikers --

she's explaining how Hawrelak Park is better

then the one by her house -- replacing previous thoughts,

our Eyes locked and Smiles apparent stopping randomly for another

Hug and Kiss.

 

The Walk ending back on the L-Train --

we head back to our meeting point and I start on our lunch,

buns and some meat -- her appetite not so big --

an offering of family meeting intriguing, I couldn't resist.

 

Act 2:

Stares as we're held close by new discoveries --

careless as our heads rest near each others --

Smiles all the Yellower.

 

A hand shake -- introduction --

we sat on the couch, t.v. boring but unfazed in eachother --

dad -- the Karaoke Star -- saying sorry.

 

Once path's clearer I feel her Skin,

the soft nature of it as beautiful as the park we found eachother in --

the Kisses increasing,

we were realizing how Perfect we are beside eachother,

watching Halloween.

 

Act 3:

Walking to the station talking of our first day --

feeling a drive to physically answer the Important question;

not leaving eachothers Touch during the walk.

 

An empty station, not wanting to let go --

not wanting to go --

Kisses exchanged in three's and four's,

my hand upon her back bare skin felt,

a familiar sound is heard, a train among its tracks approach --

an exchanging of saddened looks;

Smiles as we think of the next day together.

Lips touching Lips once then twice.

 

II)The Evening of Yellow

Meeting at the same spot,

it was evening -- 6 o'clock.

 

Having no plan of a restaurant,

me and Danielle decided to wing it;

her parents suggesting an unknown-as-of-yet location.

 

Quick information from her step mom

we knew of Spaghetti Factory's location:

Once there the mood was immediately set --

casual conversation, job, school, life --

future plans together and individual;

Laughs, hands held, pasta --

her Iced Tea, me water.

 

Dinner over, our eyes focused as we further our day --

Perma-Smiles never fade;

first Inglorious Basterds, then a simpler plan.

every light red, locked in eachothers arms,

exchanging a kiss

we travel to her house, brother more silent then suspicious;

adding to a Twilight Zone binding in the Danielle household,

I, Love You Man chosen to be displayed.

 

The statues of skin met, the first days needing

was increasing as I kiss her Neck, Chest, Head and Lips,

smiles indicating a sharing of Feelings met;

brother gone to sleep, then the house is silent --

except for the movie --

dad left to pick up the step mom:

 

Jeremy's legs pinned by Danielle's,

arm around her back supporting her position

Jeremy sets Danielle back against the couch

Kissing Danielle's stomach lips hitting her belly ring.

Hand at her ass and thigh initiating a Kiss,

Jeremy stays on Danielle moving as their tongues touch --

for the first time each is truly happy in their passion;

Jeremy switching positions thinking,

"good, atleast if someone walks in no one will see anything."

 

Danielle's kissing increasing the tongues met could never untwine,

Danielle not thinking what Jeremy is:

"Sorry, its been a while."

a few more lips met and tongues exchanged

Danielle and Jeremy watch t.v., the Passion in the room

up a notch the swirls of fingers on skin a tease for both,

clouds of close pleasure blurring the room around them in eachothers arms.

 

That familiar Feeling -- not wanting to leave

as my arms keep her warm, close.

A closer Kissing continued at the station,

resisting the urge to elevate her using my arms.

Train makes its all familiar treble --

sadness till next time.

 

iii)Blackhole Strips The Colour

She means Everything to me;

She means a Nation.

 

Her Follicles the Images --

Pores the land Imagination lives upon,

Eyes like two islands, Brown like

a veil of mysteries, Head --

a trunk offering up the greatest

sap Shibalba has to offer;

 

for all I’ve experienced

her Touch is among the Clouds

breaking off the suns rays

keeping me from microwaves,

not helping but to

pass that on when I Touch her condensed moisture --

soft in its Perfect nature;

Lips as sweet as her personality

soft, caring, with a dash of wild.

 

The honor to have her next to me

higher then all of European hierarchy --

the things I hope seem in reach

only when enveloped in Hers;

 

like a Blue Rose to a Butterfly --

as I write this in my stomach

they make my Smile bloom.

 

Trust in her -- for the majority -- there,

wishing I was next to Her

breathing Her dreaming breaths --

dreaming of what She is whilst in my arms --

my Cloud, sunshine encapsulated

floats over me --

making me peaceful --

always.

 

by Jeremy Swyck

(9/05/09 - 9/09/09)

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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rosschandler

i liked this. i like acts. i like byron's cantons and any time poetry is presented like a play. it was very epic so i wanted to acknowledge the extreme amount of soul poured out. very creative and grand.

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abstrect-christ

lol the shit was real... a rare glimpse into my personal life via my poetry.

 

thanks ross. ^-^

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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a rare glimpse into my personal life via my poetry.

And that it is, Jeremy: poetry. This is no diary entry. Terrific work and an intriguing account of a few glorious days. Why did they have to end??? (The poem and the sojourn, that is.) The date at the end -- was that when the events took place, when the poem was composed, or both?

 

A few snippets are especially memorable -- "eachother," "Smiles all the Yellower," and of course:

 

ii)Blackhole Strips The Colour

She means Everything to me;

She means a Nation ...

 

Her Follicles the Images --

Pores the land Imagination lives upon,

Eyes like two islands, Brown like

a veil of mysteries, Head --

a trunk offering up the greatest

sap Shibalba has to offer ...

 

The honor to have her next to me

higher then all of European hierarchy ...

You write very well. I'm envious.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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abstrect-christ

lol well it's mainly imagination in how you present your subject matter. And what ended the sojourn was her emotional issues; I was prepared to take this poem straight to the first time we were in bed together doing things other than foreplay.

 

hence the eerie third portion: It's actually a poem I was going to give her called The Clouds Tide but instead I kept that poem by itself and added it to this one as well as a sort of I'll miss you type thing. And yes it was written while dating her, one of the best 3 or 4 weeks of my life.(but bad for our friendship given the type of guy I am when I break up with someone even if it's a brief heated relationship.)

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Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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Jeremy, what a breathtaking piece. Very attractive writing. Writing a narrative poem is not easy, and you are doing it in such an extraordinary way. I am impressed by your writing. And I am glad you joined our poetry community.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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abstrect-christ

lol thanks aleks ^-^

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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