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Bragas
08-22-2008, 05:18 PM
Involuntary Grins.
Out of Nervousness.
Out of hic.cups.
Choke-ups.
Give-ups...
With the boyfriend.

The boyfriend who bruises apples with words.
Who treats me like a 'little girl'..
He can spit on.
He can bite in.
He can pin.
My skin.
In his aggressive grip.
Then he can stitch it.
With needles of Gin.

In his Bottoms of Bottles. (Heartworms)
In my Packets of Pills. (Meals)
Poke out.
Pop out.

Eyecorners fill.

With
Years.
And Tears.
Tears in the taste of beers.


To pass.
Your hand
Between Legs
To-o Fast.
Lips lock on.
Stupid traps.

And jaws they wrap.
Around a plastic concealed room
Of the nieve bride and the abusive groom.

Like the gnaws.
Of the close.
And the jilt of open.
Lift the glass.
In Marriage.
All is forgotten and All is forgiven.

I deserved the punishment.
I asked for it.


Bliss in Teens.
To be abruptly haulted with pregenancy.
Now The stomach with knots and embryo.
The heart its a crowded empty.
The brain throws itself to the walls of the head.
And the shoulders rest for they are without head.

But I dont use much of it.
I dont use much.
I only give to give even more of My Love.
My Love.
My stupid stupid Love.
From a stupid stupid 'little girl'
Who use to skip on sidewalks.

Bragas
08-25-2008, 08:05 AM
So my I Love Yous
Were taken yet I have not recieved
The confirmation...

Yet you have given me-
This setting in my stomach
Of sun sets and frustration.

A boat that sails still.
To absolutely nowhere.

And a sunset is beautiful
But a sunset ends the day.
As night cuts and murders.
And bleeds black and gray.

And my eyes press the time faster.
Rushing clocks.
Wind replies to windows
Seeping through doors-Unlocked.

But I've knocked and no answer.
So i wait.
A little girl whos stopped skipping, cause her knee was scraped.

unalive
08-25-2008, 09:22 PM
I really like it. (It being both parts, as they are part of a whole.)

Your writing seems sort of stream of consciousness, which interests me.
Care to give me a brief run through of your writing process?
Where do you start? Do you just let it flow, or do you think about it for a bit? How long does it take to 'finish' a piece? +Any other questions not said that you think the answer might interest me.

FightFlyCrow
08-25-2008, 09:32 PM
To be gramatially correct the title would be You're. I dont know if you ment to do it this way though.

bartelttskater
08-25-2008, 09:40 PM
wow man
thats really good and all i mean it really is
BUT THIS IS A SKATEBOARD FORUM.

unalive
08-25-2008, 09:44 PM
wow man
thats really good and all i mean it really is
BUT THIS IS A SKATEBOARD FORUM.

GTFO of her thread. This is in the POETRY section. Pay attention to the titles of the forums you wander into in the future to prevent posts such as that.

Bragas
08-26-2008, 12:23 AM
Haha FFC i should of spellchecked damnn

I really like it. (It being both parts, as they are part of a whole.)

Your writing seems sort of stream of consciousness, which interests me.
Care to give me a brief run through of your writing process?
Where do you start? Do you just let it flow, or do you think about it for a bit? How long does it take to 'finish' a piece? +Any other questions not said that you think the answer might interest me.

But definitley unalive i appreciate that..

Basically some type of thing happens in my life and i start up my computer and let it flow. Its like a direct thing . And if i cant get my hands on a computer ill write notes in my cellphone or in my bible.

I wrote the part 2 up at 5 in the morning. At night im most alert and most vulnerable so its totally a perfect balance.
It takes me a fair amount of hours to write a piece. Cause i usally seek more 'inspiration' if that haha. I'll sit and close my eyes, talk to God...look at pictures or listen to a song. Then return to my work.

Ah and by the way there is a part 3 called Guillotine that ill be posting soon fersure.

But thank you for your interest man it means a great deal.

silentscary
08-26-2008, 11:18 AM
I love it! Very good.....
i like the topic, and the different issues that you brought up...
Once again, the flow is excellent... at least I think so, anyway :)


your writing process is interesting too, i liked hearing about how you made it happen.

unalive
08-26-2008, 05:19 PM
Haha FFC i should of spellchecked damnn



But definitley unalive i appreciate that..

Basically some type of thing happens in my life and i start up my computer and let it flow. Its like a direct thing . And if i cant get my hands on a computer ill write notes in my cellphone or in my bible.

I wrote the part 2 up at 5 in the morning. At night im most alert and most vulnerable so its totally a perfect balance.
It takes me a fair amount of hours to write a piece. Cause i usally seek more 'inspiration' if that haha. I'll sit and close my eyes, talk to God...look at pictures or listen to a song. Then return to my work.

Ah and by the way there is a part 3 called Guillotine that ill be posting soon fersure.

But thank you for your interest man it means a great deal.

I can relate to the 5am Part 2 writing
A poem I wrote went unfinished until almost a week later, at around 3am when I was suddenly struck with inspiration. :p


I figured that your writing process was something like that. It seems to just be thoughts and feelings rather than over-thought systematic rhymes.

You're a good writer, and I enjoy your work.

Bragas
08-28-2008, 04:54 AM
Once again unalive thank you kindly :]

Guillotine

Impressions cause the comfort
That eases insecurities.
From the cuts on my knee
To the bruises I've recieved

The bite is bigger than the canine.
And the canine is a puppy.

Who needs The confirmation himself.
Who needs The Eye Love Yous to decieve.

Seeing... is believing...

A photograph of sunsets or sunrises is captive.
Of whats alive... You and Me
And what it is to forgive.

Seeing is believing...

That Love exists.
Whether he wants in.
Or out. Let him.

Don't be selfish.
If the words hurt.
Bandaids are made especially for little girls.

Don't be specific
Don't think-
Just rest.

For Love is accepting obligations.

When I saw him.
The tongue filled ears.
And the kisses i feared.

I grew in my ankles.
And my heart fled
Like a geiser from stomach to my head.
Tears of bland beers held captive to bliss... shed.

Little Girl realized Sleeping isn't just for beds.

Mitchell.B
08-28-2008, 05:53 AM
Thats real good.

SOADsk8er
08-28-2008, 10:14 AM
wow man
thats really good and all i mean it really is
BUT THIS IS A SKATEBOARD FORUM.

its a skateboard forum with a poetry section. dont see many of those eh?:)

unalive
08-28-2008, 07:41 PM
You really know how to end a piece strong. :)