shoot through king = boy who is never good at staying in a relationship and consequently has a list longer than long of ex girls.
the night [belongs
to the dogs and beggars]
and me...
i see you standing there
with a rose between your teeth,
a thorn in your tongue,
a mouth full of bloody 'i love you's':
vague remnants of promis[cuity]
[skinned knees are easier to fix
than broken hearts]
the night and me
shoot through
on the shoot through king
the night and me-
a 'tuckmyhairbehindmyeareverythreeseconds'
kinda gal.
i hate that in a girl
so lost
and unkempt
and all for
you,
the night
and me
and vague remnants of promis[cuity]
The romantic flash memories of our youth and love are often the sweetest and sometimes sadess memories we save. They are when we are still virgins of the hearts.
I sense a Golden pen has entered the Den
Welcome
Peace be with you
Love
William
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on August 5, 2007
everyone stole all the great comments.....(damns) i must get out here moreoften...this write is so wrneching and honest. .. and i adore the strungout 'tuckmyhairbehindmyearevery...' words, makes the emotional effect ~as if there is no thought behind these women~; must admit my fave part is "belongs to dogs and beggars" for so many myriad reasons;.. .. the symbology of seeing ones self as both, jsut superlative in everything. ... i think i must favouritize you :}
.ness.
I got the distinct impression you had been dragged backwards through a box thorn hedge...
But that's how one ends up feeling as far as Im concerned!!
Quite unique Quill you have here Jaydee, thanks for sharing.
Kiwi Sis
Ch'erie
"with a rose between your teeth,
a thorn in your tongue,
a mouth full of bloody 'i love you's'"
I love the betrayal in that. Great insight. Great poem. Great expression.
Perhaps the fingers of a shadow will tuck better that strands of hair behind your ears, not casual or indiscriminate, but with that sense of tenderness that the knees feel after kneeling for so long.
No vague remmants here.
Georg
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2007
Time to take your power back and be for you. a pen that runs deep within you. Lady J
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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the lines you use! The imagery you pen! Exquisite! One doesn't read your poetry, they fall into and become it! Well done.
Three poems by you I've read and I am blown away. Tracking you. You are that good.
(((HUG))) and love, Karla.
And welcome to Author's Den.
Welcome
Peace be with you
Love
William
.ness.
But that's how one ends up feeling as far as Im concerned!!
Quite unique Quill you have here Jaydee, thanks for sharing.
Kiwi Sis
Ch'erie
Susan
a thorn in your tongue,
a mouth full of bloody 'i love you's'"
I love the betrayal in that. Great insight. Great poem. Great expression.
welcome to ad
Well done!!
Love Tinka
No vague remmants here.
Georg
ET
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V" Moonstone
than broken hearts] How true is that...
Even bones are.. Nice going...
than broken hearts...I love this part.
Thanks for sharing
Pat