Is it illegal to tattoo an animal? If it is a pig to slaughter, is it ok then? Race horses are tattood, it just doesn't show. So, is it ok to tattoo a, let's say, a dolphin "Kaanapali Beach LUXURY SUITES" with the GPS coordinates or toll free number?
To have a dusting of static
Just enough that the two
Can never touch
To take a serious message
Casually
Because the sender reaches for stars
Further than any stars I have attempted
Grasping
I look down at empty hands
Each day I wake up
And before I fall asleep
I look for the Star Wranglers
I know who they are
I was not minding my own business
When words struck me
And these words stunned me
Like a blow to the head
And I am left mute
Not exactly
A mute can produce pen to paper
Words
But I have had my words stolen
And the paintings are not painted
The romantic ramblings crashing to earth
My balloon punctured
Not by Cupid's arrows
I have allowed another to
Draw the curtains
And obstruct my view
I have allowed another
To make me feel shame
And so the chain formed
Link by link rather than
Like by like
Love by love
So I sit here empty headed
My mind to write with nothing
Passionate on my mind
What freedom my imagination offers me
Has been taken by the sweep
Of another's blade
Time to take the the car to the shop. the sounds are hidden by the radio's sound. I think some brakes are needed, also tires, but that is for later since money is short. This is the life of a cashier.
NO!
Yes, the answer is most often NO. And some of us need the band aide ripped from our skin. It does hurt, but there is always healing.
Jana, you have a white coat, sterile look at life and love, but with the antiseptic, comes the truth. Some of us, myself included, are hopeless romantics, who, whether we like to admit it or not, enjoy the ripping of the band aide. I think, for some of us, it is the ripping that makes us feel, in a world where we have learned to stop feeling.
That said, with the greatest rejections, does bring the greatest sting. That is something a numb person craves.
It is as if I hit the rainbow lottery with your posts. I am in the belief you like me. Well, in that case i hope dear Saskia does not know..............
Regardless, your posts do not go unnoticed, i am visual.
Take care and be sure to wash your hands.
most sincerely,
DW
you are correct
why am i here?
This is a singles site
I am anything but single
As i am defective
As I am not hot
Not desireable
I am here for the loneliness
the emptyness
It does not matter the status
The loneliness wins
At this point
You are aware I am lonely
At this point
We make friends
I am done with the
Tattoos
And the silly worries of what might be
Today i got a flask
Just a little thing
As unnoticable as a small
Tumor
I am a traveler
That is for sure
As I said to the gift shop owner
I don't stay any place too long
That is My MO
I told her with a smile
I do not want to be owned
And in a relaationship, to me
Is to be owned
Yet, I could not be any more loyal
Than to those who want me
Without me wanting them
I am farther and farther
Away
And no car can deliver me
I am not an angel
I have only ski where
Wings should be
Would you spare a
Wing, for me?
I would walk and walk and walk
To meet you
But I have no fins to swim
To you
Somewhere along the way
I lost my way
And my map of no use
Ruined by spilled Coffee
I tell myself
Never look back
And this Little Match Girl
Has burned every bridge
At a rest stop somewhere
Not so far from here
I have seen a survivor
Bridge
And, as if the wooden planks
Reached out to me
I saw this old structure
Wave at me
I have stood, tonight
On my bridge
I have marvelled at the view
My name carved in the wood
Tonight, I recognised myself
When told, they were glad I was back
Tonight, I was glad I spared one bridge
This bridge I will make my house
The words stung
With just cause
A quick crack of the whip
I heard your thunder
I am listening
Tomorrow I will have
Listened
To the last thing
You
Ever
Wrote
To me
How can one like
What remains to be seen?
And when seen
How can one
Not like?
I am careless with words,
Perhaps
Or too generous with affection
Very possibly
What is known is that
I know myself
And I am less comfortable
In close quarters
As if you are on the other side
Of a locked gate
I could never feel closer
So I place my easel
From hiding in the shadow of such a gate
Brings words more easily
Do close my eyes
Easier for you to be with me
If what I write is careless
Then do not read me
Do not worry of my feelings
They are just words painted
Intuitively
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