<<grinning back and hugging all her friends that took the time to read this! I must admit I was SOooo excited!!!!! <<doing the happy feet dance>>>

Your place in embedded in your incredible talent and confidence darling. Get used to it. *smile*

And I always love seeing your lovely smile! How you be Kristi my lamb???

That is my way of saying Life is a garden filled with the flowers of friendship. That is my way of saying, Im not too proud to take a hand that is proferred to me. That is my way of saying if you want to learn I will help and you will help me. That's why we are here. to HELP and to LISTEN.

Now come ere you big ol KC thing you an give wizzie a hug.

They are with you in every word you write. They are immortal

I write because
I’ve got the need
To bleed and it’s oh
So messy
To mar and scar
Someone’s floor
Especially
When they’ve
Taken such pains
To keep it
Clean
Sterile
Undefiled
Pristine ….

And I’m
Such …
…a messy girl…

My mind constantly
In a whirl
A mental Hemophiliac
In an anemic world …
Bleeding out
Emotions
Sullied
Tainted
Septic
In a world
Overcome
With uncaring
Antiseptic
Thinking…

I write because
The look in my eyes
Would never disguise
The wounds
I hide behind
My words
Scattered
Behind me
Baited breath
Left as a
Lure for
The curious
To follow …

My own little
Trail of
Mystery …

I write because
I’m taking
My stand
My fist held high
Screaming
THIS is who I am
...THIS is who I’ve been
.....THIS is who and what
I want to be
So if you can’t
Take me
With all my
Tears
Fears
Smiles
And sorrows
Than

Don’t …
…take me…
……at all…

NOW
you know
Why I write …

Feb 14 2009

<<<------reaching out and taking Tammy's hand. I cannot ask for that which Im not willing to give myself, yes?

Thank you Davey.

Sadie, I will hold you to it

MM, ty

http://edgarallanpoet.com/Announcements.php

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As I said Em, they will know who to bring~ bring your beautiful smile and your desire to learn and listen~

You will know where to find me. Bring PK, Sharris, KC, D4, Wench, Argurl, etc. You will know who to bring.

xoxoxo

And you are not only one of the best poets I've been gifted to know, but one of the best friends I've been gifted to have~

Always ready to oblige my friend !

Thank you so much Mystique!

Maleah, I try darlin', but like all writers EVERY DAY is a growing and learning period and I'm NEVER too proud to say I need to learn more! xoxoxo

Thank you so much Holly, it is greatly appreciated~

kalunda, I haven't seen you for a while, how are you dear?


Mystique how pretty are your feet! Thank you!

Kc, you are my precious friend!

Wonderwench,Fire Opals are one of my favorite stones! What a lovely compliment!

PK, I love you dearling~

MzEm,thank you lovely~

And you make me sad. Why dont you do a piece on your next bowl movement? How about baking cookies? Hey, did it sprinkle in your next of the woods? That can be an expect piece!

It's fairly pathetic when a woman such as yourself floods these forum with enormously poor work and tells everybody how tremendous talented she is. Good lord. How delusional. I cannog for the life of me wonder why on earh nobody has been kind enough or friend enough to you to tell you that this is never going to work for you.

Well, whatever it takes to get you thru your day <<pats Gossipgirl on her head placatingly>>

Maleah, you are in my thoughts...you and your little one...

She's right. They are random thoughts. They say absolutely nothing. They are as random as, "Hmmm, maybe I'll go for a run today" and then they're thrown out on the forum over and over and over, one random thought after another. You dont "write". You just verbalize your random thoughts. Maleah is right. If you actually sad down, didn't say a word for a few hours, gathered these random thoughts, you might actually have something to say. Think about it.

Drivin’ cross the miles of
Concrete dreams with my
Sweet destination in mind
You’re my road block my stop sign
the one who makes me yield
You make me spin out so fast
I squeal my hot rod wheels
I’m driving cross the miles
With a pitstop so fine
I’m comin’ to see you baby
I’m gonna make you mine~

I’m speedin’ my way down
a black topped lure a trip
My lover man maps out
With that sweet talk pure
I kick my pedal to the metal
As I lightening speed my way,
I’m coming to see you darlin’,
I’ll be getting there today~

I run on high octane
Engines fueled with my desire
Baby top this engine off
With that sweet hot liquid fire
Shove that shifter up
harsh and grinding all the way
Come on fill these tanks baby
Your dont been prepaid …

I’m gonna rack up the miles,
as I speed towards your warm smiles
My chassis all sexed up in a
cool quicksilver style
Come on grab these keys
And take me for a ride
Oh baby, you can drive this car
Race my motor
Get these engines revved up high
Calibrate my timing with your
Warm breathed sigh
Come on and check your maneuvers
On my three point turn
Spin my wheels with a slow hot burn
Check my traffic for signals and signs
Let’s here this baby roar
As my engines whine and
When you finally slip that key in
My Designated spot
We’re gonna let this ride cool down
‘Cuz she’s running pretty hot
Then you can gap and time my plugs
Since I’ve driven all this way
Come and buff and wax my hood
With your hot high powered spray…Oh!

Driving with the window down
wind blowing in my face
….Yeah! I’m on my way to see you
I’ll be getting there today~
awh@ july 2007

Sorry...mystiques post made me feel like reposting this...

Curious hands exploring
Bristled parchment feeling
Lips sucking fingers
Dampening
Priming
Preparing them
For a sliding silky survey
As hungry lips slip softly over
The pulsing column of your throat
Down
…down
Downy fine
Landscape
Quivering with each
Flick of a curious tongue
Tasting salty sweet sweat
From your flesh
Taut
…Firm
…..Smooth
…….Strokes

With one final
Glorious
Bright burst of color
My masterpiece rests
Depleted
Completed ...

Eyes closed in
Triumphant delight
I am an artist born
Created
Perfected
Throughout this
White hot
Winter night
My talents
Acquired
Inspired
and honed ...

Upon the
Canvas …

… of you …

jan 19 2009

I am a child, I am a woman
I wonder where my life path will lead me, and how I will get there
I hear music as I watch traffic jams in the street
I see my son as he is born on a mist of sea foam
I want to love so deep that I am lost at sea
I am a child, I am a woman

I pretend to be a grownup as I play in my mind
I feel like warmed soft silk when I am touched in passion and desire
I touch my sons’ cheek and I am lost in a cloud of contentment
I worry that I will never be in love again and will walk this earth alone,
I cry when I realize that I can’t write my own life script, it will all be ad-libbed
I am a child, I am a woman

I understand that you cannot change others; they will be who they are
I say fight for what you know in your heart is right even if you go down in flames
I dream of lying in contentment in the arms of my man, my hot passions soothed in the cooling waves of love
I try to be kind and see the best in others and am sorrowful when I cannot
I hope to touch someone’s life in a meaningful way and that they will remember me
I am a child, I am a woman

I am Alicia