http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/-t1.htm When poetic words are scribbled into wet sand, take them home and bring them here, so they may resonate forever, and not just washed away by the sea. (Poetry). Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:48:22 GMT 10 http://www.artinthepicture.com/artists/MC_Escher/three_worlds_thumb.JPG http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/-t1.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/cutting-room-floor-t50.htm Celena_J Cutting Room Floor Believe that with breathing some kind of wretched crashes the inside of the cell. Knocking over this ceramic red light, throbbing violently on the shining black floor. Tapes revolve and litter, mountains of celluloid to satisfy this famine of tastes, of lack for lighted visions. Some kind of censorship paces these traces of confessions. Unconsumed, tattering to be the whole of a discarded teenage fantasy. Sometimes, watching you slave away ... Notes In The Sand Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:48:22 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/cutting-room-floor-t50.htm#619 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/cutting-room-floor-t50.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/another-asylum-t46.htm The Artful Lost The mirror, consistent bystander, a defiled savior that returns An arid eyeful of the misery masquerading in skin The promises, unturned in the ragged nails Of hands amongst the worn blades, desiccated with blood. Night prefaced by sleep endeavors to hold a zephyr to never wake Keeping a window parsed with misguiding lexis when solitary Escapism writes itself on panes in palls of a routed exhale The walls, sordidly stained with parody of preaching truths Openhanded to the sheer ... Notes In The Sand Wed, 03 Sep 2008 02:00:49 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/another-asylum-t46.htm#607 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/another-asylum-t46.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/the-best-meal-is-never-made-t44.htm The Artful Lost Coriander The recent smell of caffeine In the empty cup, with her Teeth marks in the styrofoam. Thyme Crushed with the lemon aside The stain from her cut is Nearly gone, yet it never dried. It’s nearly there… The scent of her skin. It’s nearly there… As she turns away from me. P-e-p-Bless you-p-e-r Spoon against her lips; scolding Still sneeze on a kiss… sending her away. Salt Without the knife parting the layers While the ... Notes In The Sand Tue, 08 Jul 2008 14:26:46 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/the-best-meal-is-never-made-t44.htm#589 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/the-best-meal-is-never-made-t44.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/the-affliction-of-love-t45.htm Celena_J The Affliction of Love Hardly any little darlings, come over to us. Of having seemed to be hurt or maybe they are dreaming of times so past that they sound like tiny lullabies. Have you thought of keeping me in tight, holding arms of lying inside me right by the pain? But something that you couldn’t come to relate. Never you’ve been like that, how I feel that reality comes into parts. Soft little face, huge brown eyes uncover the surprise that eyebrows ... Notes In The Sand Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:25:01 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/the-affliction-of-love-t45.htm#604 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/the-affliction-of-love-t45.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/abortion-t15.htm Jen Her smile could have been the last fixation I would have seen on earth, With al-eyes, and a dirt face. She could have been my mother. The jagged, edged lines in her cheeks, Streamline to the ebb and flow of her breasts, to Skin-colored water on her chest, gold Cross parading her neck. She could have been my mother. The street, it steamed with her breath, And gasoline rises from the bronze roofs Of the corner. Here, the puddles abort their fog and condensation For ... Notes In The Sand Tue, 25 Mar 2008 17:28:43 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/abortion-t15.htm#129 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/abortion-t15.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/7-29-07-t13.htm The Artful Lost I've done this one awhile ago, yet as of right now, I'm just never in the right mood to put my mind to poetry. So hopefully the last few poems I actually did can receive some good crits to inspire me a bit more. This one is still untitled, but is stored just by the name 7-29-07 in my HG:P Journal. Lay down the water’s edge, its touch forgets thoroughly the sins. Listen to the ripples reach for life And how the reasons fade out the beauty in these shapeless voids- Still ... Notes In The Sand Sat, 22 Mar 2008 18:25:47 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/7-29-07-t13.htm#112 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/7-29-07-t13.htm http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/dirty-beggar-t12.htm love it *1st post whore* Havent posted p's in a while, but will get the ball rolling for us here. Her voice was entirely irritation when she asked if the ketchup on the floor was blood. From the kitchen we follow piece meal footprints, It leads to a clatter of pills, pulled teeth and ladders. A crunch of door sepa- rates our thick-skinned dis- Belief; so blame -less, we are. After all, a black seed cannot be trusted even in the globe of an infants eye. It is through ... Notes In The Sand Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:56:37 GMT http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/dirty-beggar-t12.htm#86 http://laureatescoast.forumandco.com/notes-in-the-sand-f4/dirty-beggar-t12.htm