Eternity
by Sharonne
Life is like a heartbeat
it changes thoughts every second
Whispers of the soul
come to life
live
and die when accomplished
Reality
by Sharonne
Ideas flying through the air
Energy is split in two
atoms cling together to hold on
to try to preserve what once was
I wonder what it looked like
One night stand (inspired by Russell)
by Sharonne
At a party we met
our eyes locked
and we saw ourselves
naked and free
You touch me gently
eyes looking hungry
pleasingly my tongue touches you
you close you eyes
and feel your release
A Stone's Fire
by Wildfire
You are a fantasy like I've never known
See this heart of mine was once carved of stone
But one caress of your voice
And it really had no choice
To become a beating, burning, thing of desire
Tell me, would you put out this fire
I would travel to your land
just to feel the calloused touch of your hand
I would fly high in friendly skies
Just to look into those eyes
I would make a thousand trips
Just to nibble on those lips
I can't help this assume rush
I don't mean to make you blush
But Russell my dear I've got a crush
Good Luck Russell
By Nina - Italy
In a land, there's a starry creek
between the rocks and the scent of lemons
where a new moon rides a quiet silver sea
and you're there, sleeping in ancient silence.
I swim around you, to design your awakening:
in the morning, I'll be a little stone
of red coral, in your pocket.
You take it in your hand, caress it,
even with your eyes, then throw it far
among the waves...
because earth and sky can fade away,
but the value of touch, never ends.
Untitled
By Nina - Italy
Junky flamingos in an Australian viola
strange black birds in the orange sky
...maybe in Damascus.
I have dreamt every single beat
from the East to the West
counting stars and smoking breeze of you.
With the future under the skin
and life, so absurd, beautiful
so strange, original and truth.
That it can thwart your plans
and change everything in every way.
But I like to delay in your eyes,
On your happy and tired face,
because I'm learning to shipwreck
and I love to swim even inside of you.
Ride Another Day
By Mischa
I smoked a cigarette, watched the sun go down
I thought about the things I've done.
I've laid waste to everything around me here.
My heart is burning, but at last
Oh, at last
My head is clear.
Its time to clear out, find a new way,
'Cause the old one is an empty cup.
I've run this dead horse into the ground
And I'm on my back, but at least I'm looking up.
It's not the first time I've been thrown
It's not the first time I've walked away
It's not the first time and it won't be the last
I've lived to ride another day.
Fate's slings and arrows can always find me
Think I've got a target on my chest.
But at least I can face what's coming
Though it thunders through me like the past.
And my tears won't be for nothing
'Cause there's always a horse waiting for me.
It's not the first time I've been thrown
It's not the first time I've walked away
It's not the first time and it won't be the last
I've lived to ride another day.
Last Night
By Nina - Italy
You spark like Capri in the night
and open my spirit like a wave
The streets keep up the fire
if I run away, following
your arms full of beer...
Maybe, I know your dreams
even when you don't "seem"
but, how many faces
and how many lives
do we need for only one
Aurora Borealis?
Please Russell, tell me that story
before I go to sleep.
Home
By Mischa
Some things defy explanation, logic and reason
In Defense
Fertile soil or barren ground?
Betting Day
She held nothing back,
Master
It is crazy to think you know it all
Finding destiny,
Take me away from the chaos I have created
For Him
Suddenly
Who Knows?
But this time
Untitled
smoker winter
Cowboy's Dream
She's got a little bit of everything
Still
Too much liquid courage running through these veins
Restless
Crave you like a cigarette,
I need to hold you in my fingers,
I long for you to soothe me,
The Ache
Russell is my dream.
He would touch and please.
I'd feel him, Touch his hair An Ode to Crowe My love is like a wet dirty Crowe, Love's not in limbo and there's no way back, Dipped in chocolate-mmm what a sight, Our affair is confidential and very hush-hush, Be quick but not deadly, happy not tragic- Love is a bridge-the crossing if you will, The angels are weeping and Heaven's burning- The treats to come are the Ice Hockey skater, The Clan of the Crowe People stand united and feel
the world around me has lost sense
At the end of the day I'm tired of thinking
I could list a hundred crimes against you,
maybe I could hate you if I tried
And find myself still needing to see you
Lay my head against you
Sleep to the sound of your breath.
Everyone wants a piece of me
until it feels like there's nothing left
I get used up and washed out
a shade of who I think I am
Until I can see you, be with you
And touch your earth again
Home
I'm dreaming of soft desert nights
Home
Fireflies playing in honeysuckle vines
Home
Mountain winds singing songs through your hair
Home
How I want to be there.
By Mischa
Jaded heart,
Been around long enough
to cage it in,
but in defense,
it didn't start out like this.
In defense,
I was innocent and then I wasn't
all in the blink of an eye.
Self preservation
the instinct can't be escaped by someone like me
Sometimes it comes as being cruel
I don't mean to make you cry.
Would it help you to know I'm affected by the cold,
but I don't know how to bleed
just so you can see that I feel.
In defense,
I don't want to be broken in to fit your ideal.
In defense,
truth is a perspective of circumstance
and everyone's got a mystery part
for this dance
In defense.
By Mischa
didn't keep a thing in reserve,
nothing to hold for that rainy day,
she knew was sure to come.
She put all her cards on the table,
she laid her heart on top,
she shoved it all in the middle,
she waited for the round to stop,
and she left empty-handed.
It's not so bad, she thought,
Her heart was only getting in the way
She might have cried
If something inside her hadn't died
on betting day.
Now seconds fill her years,
she's got money
she's got a honey at home.
He's a sweet man with sharp pale eyes
Everything she never needed
at the touch of her fingers.
She's good at pretending, hardly anyone sees
The shape of a hole where her heart used to be
That something she lost on betting day.
It wasn't so bad, she thinks
That heart was only getting in her way
but she knows she still would cry
If something inside her hadn't died
on betting day.
By Sara E. Robbins
Even when surrounded by fools
One who looks you right in the eye
Might take your soul.
If you choose.
My heart grows weak,
to whisper his name
To feel his heart beat.
Distance so far,
To rip me apart,
Love that consumes me
Some devil's art.
Let me build a new tomorrow,
To which we will awaken
I am your slave
Though I seem an apparition
I am defeated in games of love.
By Nina - Italy
everything is in a name
like a caribbean rain
In which life
did I feel this music before...?
is so full of wind
that I can whisper
your meaning
even so far
from here, from you.
By Nina - Italy
through your eyes
full of memories
may be lakes
and no seasons
only water around
...until the very end of you
the very end of me
I felt hawks in your wind
as in your mind
but... the lakes in your eyes
are the lakes where I love
to do the crawl, the butterfly stroke.
By Mischa
and too much of nothing at all
That wild girl with a cowboy's dream
traded in her spurs for a suburban fantasy
Two kids, a dog, two cars in the garage
She tells herself its the choices that make us
and sometimes they break us
like a horse to a saddle in a cowboy's dream
It wasn't very hard to take the small steps
that to this
Its the accumulation
that fuels her frustration
And while she wouldn't trade what she has
for the lure of what might have been
She wishes she could find her spurs
to reinvent herself again
To find another cowboy's dream.
Riding in the open spaces
Somewhere in the quiet places
No one to tend to, no one to cling
That wild girl with a cowboy's dream
By Mischa
I told myself I needed it to sit and watch you play
Your dark head bent over, your fingers finding chords
Half hidden by the night and the sound of passing cars
Choking on my silence only to drown it in more wine
We were beautiful then
When innocence didn't cost us
Times can change, but some things never do
Open another bottle for me because I still love you
Its killing me to see you, but not to touch
I'm a kid in the ultimate candy store afraid to take too much
I can see your eyes in shadow, you stop and look at me
I wish I knew what you were thinking
Or what it is you see.
Are we beautiful now
with our innocence lost?
Yeah, the times have changed, but one thing never will
I love you
still.
By Luminous1
suck you down like nicotine.
Savor your heat as you ignite me,
feel the lack of you between.
put my mouth against your tip,
Inhale your sweet aroma,
as you burn between my lips.
I ache and hunger for your touch.
Leaves me restless with desire,
to keep on wanting you this much.
By Mandy Lear
His kisses would delight.
And so it would seem
I'd be with him all night.
He'd lick me all over.
He would tickle and tease.
Then take me under the covers.
But then I'd soon awake.
And realize he wasn't there.
Desire was replaced by The Ache.
by Joanne Cimelli
Sat, 24 Apr 1999
With every movie my feelings grow.
Search for the proof of my emotion,
Explore my intense and fanatical devotion.
I've fallen hard and my heart's on the rack.
Nothing compares to you,-nothing will or does-
You and me,me and you is the sum of us.
Woo me gently to the tunes of Gaslight.
Ignore that Trish-let's not bicker,
Come here to your favourite television-licker!
Use words like that and you will just make me blush.
Be my Bud, my Sid, my East and Cort in the West,
My Andy, My Jeff in those footie shorts and vest.
Transport us away with displays of Rough Magic.
Hando's ferocious whilst Jeff is so sweet,
Your talent and versatility are always a treat.
The shaping of dreams-Hammers over the An-vil.
For the moment I'll wait for future delights,
For the next magazine, the ingenious Clan fights.
The Clan want to quench their ever lustful yearning.
No new films for a while-you won't hear us grumble
As we are all transfixed by your resonant rumble.
Plus the muscles and strength of a great Gladiator.
Russell our Hero and man of the people-
We cry out our devotion from the uppermost steeple!
That with hard work and planning we'll defeat that Sam Neill!
My rhyme is at an end -but our devotion is not,
Because you are sexy, charming and incredibly hot!
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