Poetry Spurt

[leakyspider]

Just ignore me guys. I have to have a bit of a poetry spurt, just to get over my melancholy-ness. If you wanna post too...I would love to hear your poetry. songs. etc

'if you want to be free
please dont fall for me
i could be anyone
but your friend

if you open the door
i'll give you a whole lot more
i could be anyone
but your friend

assumption is good
though not likelihood
and my feeling is true
i want to be living
with you

seeing is believing
the feeling is deceiving
you know it's the truth
when you find that you
can't talk
leaving on this
all into chaos
seeing is feeling is
seeing is you'
alex lloyd

[nukegirl]

Do not have anything to add at the moment, but liked the poem. A nice change of pace.

[leakyspider]

Thanks Nukey. I'm not all slap and tickle

MORE ALEX LLOYD.

'tonight the tv is my friend
lifes midemeanours
won't let the magic in
some inspiration
then it stops
but when the rain it comes
in never wants to stop

sleep sleep
it doesn't hurt to be here any more
sleep sleep
a box of you is lying on the floor

god wants to know the long weekend
he'll get to know his son
jesus as a friend
all superhereos fast asleep
it gets so busy seven days a week

sleep sleep
it doesn't hurt to be here any more
sleep sleep
a box of you is lying on the floor

for all misguided modesties
illusions of the past
not everthing that's meant to be
is always going to last

i love you
i love to turn you on'

[nukegirl]

This one is a bit odd. What is the box of you on the floor to represent? I am fearful of the answer.

Keep it coming. Chat wit ya tonight! I might be late as I get to go to Don Pablos (Yummy TexMex! Yippy)

[FrstWizzard]

hey...

spurting

is my job..

cool stuff leaky

[leakyspider]

the box of you I guess is a box of stuff that's left over from the relationship.

you know....when they are moving out and that's all you have left of them. a toothbrush. some photos. some old undies...all the belongings that fit into a box.

get me??

even more alex lloyd. cos it's an alex lloyd kinda day...

'I’ll take you where you want to go
under the city beneath it’s tow
how much d’you think you’re gonna see
start to believe in. trusting is free

don’t get lost in the rain no more
treading your imprint close to the door

it’s only lonely when you don’t know how far
making it different asking for more

no place for where it used to be
looking for comfort in all the wrong places

and this wall is slowly coming down
leaving the fence now. moving it round

sing it loud now make it pure
you make it pure
you make it

your in my arms again
your in my eyes
your in me'

[nukegirl]

That is what that leaves me.