Something for the Poets.

[LikeTheWolf]

come little Queen Bee

let me sample your honey

i know its fresh

i know its warm

let drip onto my lips

and into my mouth

i can help you make more

i can help you clean up

after everything gets soaked

i gladly serve you

to help you

come little Queen Bee

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

you i miss

your black pony tail

your polite smile

nobody ever treated me so well

that was accepted by me so well

i'm sorry you will never speak to me again

i won't beg for response

the silence hurts

 

you i miss

your brownish hair

ever changing eyes

nobody ever infatuated me so well

that was accepted by me so well

i'm sorry you will never speak to me again

i won't beg for a response

the silence hurts

 

you i miss

your dark brown hair

don't remember your eyes

you have yet to make an impact

you have yet to really matter

you don't have to speak to me again

i won't beg for a response

 

-ltw

[annieo]

freshly pregnant with my first

I wondered endlessly

what would she be?

who would she look like?

 

between the flaxen blond, pinks and blues

of my northern face

and the liquid ink and toasty brown

of her southern daddy's

there were so many shades and variations

between which her form could dance

and then take shape

 

true to her Libran self

all graceful balance

and sweetly expressed compromise

she blended the best of both our many hues

 

she's a true artist

a dark and light rainbow

of never seen before

perfection

[LikeTheWolf]

when i swim in the massive pool

back and forth,

forth and back,

in my narrow lane

I close my eyes and bury myself under the water

is this what oblivion feels like?

completely enveloped

completely dark

completely hidden

completely isolated

completely forgotten

completely unreachable

lost in vast eternity

if but for a moment...

so this is what helplessness feels like?

however, i'm breathing

i'm alive

you will not own me just yet

among all the blackness i see no light

but i realized

this is because i am the light

and it's up to me

only me

to stand above it all

i will do it

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

court the red one

and show her the way

when she learns to walk

she'll fly away

 

consider the purple

see what makes her tick

when she gets what she needs

she'll consider you tragic

 

the red cayuse of fire has ran away

confused by the loyalty of the dog

the purple mustang fights for Sunday

no time for anyone with hangdog

 

i'll return lost in the forest

running with no pack

remain the wolf in hiding

wearing a smile of gimcrack

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

today is an empty day

i miss you all

just a word would have been a gift

 

'hello'

'farewell'

'nevermore'

 

is it due to my own means?

or was it inevitable?

regardless...it still hurts

 

though my soul is scabbed

it still is easily penetrated

 

and what it bleeds I don't know

 

but it feels like shuddering tears

infesting my insides

next year will be easier

it will have to be

 

why am i not stronger with age??

 

-ltw

[annieo]

wiser means not always happy

strong, allowing weak

and knowing that

this life's about

advance retreat

and seek

[annieo]

wiser means not always happy

strong, allowing weak

and knowing that

this life's about

advance retreat

and seek

 

edit time:

 

"advance retreat

then seek"

[annieo]

Or this is what I meant to say:

 

wiser means not always happy

strong, allowing weak

and knowing that

this life's about

advance then hide

then seek

 

What do you think, wolf? Need some feedback. Sorry to break the spell.

[LikeTheWolf]

id rather be wiser than smarter

and boy do i have my wish

while i'm good at making decisions (i think)

my brains are not in my English... (obviously)

 

-ltw

[annieo]

id rather be wiser than smarter

and boy do i have my wish

while i'm good at making decisions (i think)

my brains are not in my English... (obviously)

 

-ltw

 

wiser than smarter - that's what I'd rather, too

you have your wish - go fish

good at making decisions - I've no frame of reference

my brains are not in my english - your brain/words/niche

[LikeTheWolf]

Or this is what I meant to say:

 

wiser means not always happy

strong, allowing weak

and knowing that

this life's about

advance then hide

then seek

 

What do you think, wolf? Need some feedback. Sorry to break the spell.

 

you write better than i

that much is true

and i feel no need to lie

that i never do

 

wisdom and smartness are totally different things

one highly out values the other

but both are needed to be complete

like the father and mother

 

and so you broke the spell of the thread

you forced the topic on a different turnpike

but alas, it no surprise to myself

for not everyone can the wolf be like...

 

-ltw

[annieo]

wiser than smarter - that's what I'd rather, too

you have your wish - go fish

good at making decisions - I've no frame of reference

my brains are not in my english - your brain/words/niche

 

sorry, not a mozart, need to edit again:

 

"your brain + your words = your niche"

[annieo]

but alas, it no surprise to myself

for not everyone can the wolf be like...

 

-ltw

 

and you, oh woe, are no annieo

[annieo]

and you, oh woe, are no annieo

 

that sounds arrogant

who am I anyway

a girl who rants

to pass the time away

 

too scared to put

her real name

to her silly quips

for fear of shame

 

lightly I dance

and circle emotion

while you brew strong

and potent potions

[annieo]

you write better than i

that much is true

and i feel no need to lie

that i never do

 

wisdom and smartness are totally different things

one highly out values the other

but both are needed to be complete

like the father and mother

 

and so you broke the spell of the thread

you forced the topic on a different turnpike

but alas, it no surprise to myself

for not everyone can the wolf be like...

 

-ltw

 

so I lift up my mask

for only a second

the glitter spills off

vulpine muse I lose?

 

women might be cunning

but men are waxen

softly formed cowards

clinging to their ruse

 

most of the terrors

they conjure up

are sourced from their own hearts

of vanity and dust

 

when I finally meet one

whose spine doesn't crumble

at the scent of humanity

well, then, I'll tumble

[LikeTheWolf]

so I lift up my mask

for only a second

the glitter spills off

vulpine muse I lose?

 

women might be cunning

but men are waxen

softly formed cowards

clinging to their ruse

 

most of the terrors

they conjure up

are sourced from their own hearts

of vanity and dust

 

when I finally meet one

whose spine doesn't crumble

at the scent of humanity

well, then, I'll tumble

 

your words i am unsure

so with up most zest

my comment about you not being wolf like

was only in jest

 

no glitter is lost

in my eyes to yours

no respect for you lost

in fact, it only soars

 

i like to cling to my ruse

its my own personal challenge to me

i can speak normal

but not where others can see

 

am i coward?

only others can say

i like to think not

there is no proof either way

 

no one has asked

"Could you please speak plain?"

no one really seems to care

no one ever complains

 

my words are usually dark

that much is true

but i have other sides

i write those too

 

i may fall. i may trip.

i may lie down like dead

but my spine is like stone

even though my hearts bled

 

i'll grant you this (i think its time)

a gift from my human side, (my generosity)

of everything i write (or written)

an explanation will be granted, (privately)

 

but only you annieo

(at least for now)

i sense great strength

(but i don't know how)

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

all she wants is a normal life

like everyone she knows

in her eyes everyone is happy

in her eyes, her life blows

 

'What is normal?' one could ask her

does she know, when push comes to shove?

'I don't really know...' she'll say

'But i know it has something to do with love.'

 

and who could argue?

 

-ltw

[annieo]

your words i am unsure

so with up most zest

my comment about you not being wolf like

was only in jest

 

no glitter is lost

in my eyes to yours

no respect for you lost

in fact, it only soars

 

i like to cling to my ruse

its my own personal challenge to me

i can speak normal

but not where others can see

 

am i coward?

only others can say

i like to think not

there is no proof either way

 

no one has asked

"Could you please speak plain?"

no one really seems to care

no one ever complains

 

my words are usually dark

that much is true

but i have other sides

i write those too

 

i may fall. i may trip.

i may lie down like dead

but my spine is like stone

even though my hearts bled

 

i'll grant you this (i think its time)

a gift from my human side, (my generosity)

of everything i write (or written)

an explanation will be granted, (privately)

 

but only you annieo

(at least for now)

i sense great strength

(but i don't know how)

 

-ltw

 

 

my great strength

is a cowards trick

of hide and seek,

peek then flick off

the light

before the rays reveal

all of me

or what I feel

 

but not now

I need too much

I don't have the patience

for think don't touch

I want revealed

and made plain

the mysteries

usually concealed

 

to you I feel much gratitude

out of me these words you wooed

for months these letters

laid in a jumble

I'd try to walk but then I'd stumble

upon them

 

it made me weak

not expressing what

I couldn't speak

until a sly key

tricked the shut door

 

let the pointless flow begin again

I've known it before, my familiar friend

I'm glad I had the courage

to let your words unlock the door

then let them in

[LikeTheWolf]

you are far from a coward

in fact, you are quite wrong

a coward just runs and hides

a brave person stands strong

 

its ok to be scared

its ok to cry

you and i are only human

we simply seek why

 

the fact you still post

something so hard for you to do

i find very admirable

its nice to see deep inside of you

 

thats the definition of bravery to me

to do something that gives you a scare

i think it shows much of your character

letting your soul be so bare

 

bravo

annieo

[annieo]

you are far from a coward

in fact, you are quite wrong

a coward just runs and hides

a brave person stands strong

 

its ok to be scared

its ok to cry

you and i are only human

we simply seek why

 

the fact you still post

something so hard for you to do

i find very admirable

its nice to see deep inside of you

 

thats the definition of bravery to me

to do something that gives you a scare

i think it shows much of your character

letting your soul be so bare

 

bravo

annieo

 

I like risk

fear charges up my veins

so i do it

again and again and again

 

i don't cry much

i prefer a good rage

but it requires an audience

and a sturdy stage

 

how do you get

your blue meanies out

do sit and sob

do you throw and shout?

 

pm stands for prime minister

and other things

that rail

and conjecture?

[annieo]

the posting's not hard

I look forward to the breeze

the release of saying

playing with ease

 

writer's block came on

due to a bout of insomnia

and if you can rhyme that word

you deserve a golden camelnia???

 

good to be silly

good to have fun

I hope to know us all better

when I am done

[annieo]

until the river runs clear

life is no longer just for kicks

light keeps me company

even though its a night of legends

 

Annie says the Sun will come out tomorrow

a new day isn't such a good thing for everybody

wait until you get a real problem

like the ones the grow like cancer

that make time your enemy

 

shadow voices are making opera overnight

the sideshow is alive on the inside

zoom in

for something to scream about

i'd rather be alone in a house of haunting

than be the outsider

 

-ltw

 

words are your niche

[LikeTheWolf]

I like risk

fear charges up my veins

so i do it

again and again and again

 

i don't cry much

i prefer a good rage

but it requires an audience

and a sturdy stage

 

how do you get

your blue meanies out

do sit and sob

do you throw and shout?

 

pm stands for prime minister

and other things

that rail

and conjecture?

 

i never cry

for i fear if i do

it wont ever stop

and that just wont do

 

should blue meanies go out?

or should they stay

should i learn from them

than make them go away?

 

some are part of me

some i totally reject

some i keep hostage

like a personal project

 

i never sit and sob

i rarely throw and shout

i let everything fester

or digest inside and out

 

the prime minister thing

i dont understand

nor the rail and conjecture

maybe you could lend a hand?

 

ltw

[Lovelybird]

why, why, why

This doesn't make sense

I had a plan

I knew how to work it out

Shut all feelings down

Don't you ever need emotions

Cause feelings would bring troubles

 

Then something happen

My plan didn't work out

It seems there is an another plan

A plan never crossed my mind

 

I felt a big smile on God's face

"my plan is forever higher than yours"

Like a child I felt safe, asked HIm

"what do you want me to do"

"Just trust"

 

A bigger better plan I cannot comprehend

But one thing that I know

God got a good plan

Trust, rejoice, and enjoy

 

Bravo