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I don't want to be "good friends"
I'm unimpressed by your explanation
that I will have "special status"

I don't want to be your soulmate
I just want to pin you to the bed
and make you scream my name

I don't want to hear
your fucking excuses
that I'm too old
too short
too married

Morality is for sissies
and the only restraints
I like
will hold you down
as you wait open for me
to change our relationship for ever.

"Massacre" ~ If your desire to control becomes manifest, will that relationship be changed forever into the roles of rape victim and rapist? Or, is this a poem regarding desire that would include a willing participant?

~ Elizabeth

i'll borrow a phrase from that literary giant, Paris Hilton:

"this is hot..."

L

Disgraceful.

very human indeed...

I do not see any rapings here. A fantisy, a plee. Too much passion and not enough sense, yes. A wanting to be wanted. The fantisy gives the writer powers not bestown upon the reality. But in the writings, the writer does not over power without consent. In fantisy it is mutual frinzy. aa

Here's how I do it! (When I cannot make a parody of something someone else has written.)

I just write a couple of paragraphs. Then I divide the sentences up into lines of unequal length! See, for instance, this:

I don't want to be good friends. I'm unimpressed by your explanation
that I will have special status.

Into this:


I don't want to be "good friends"
I'm unimpressed by your explanation
that I will have "special status"

Viola! I add quotation marks to make it even more poetical! You too can turn paragraphs into poetry. It only takes a minute!

see below- I'll never understand this quoting business!

Glory-Hog wrote: Viola!

"A stringed instrument of the violin family, slightly larger than a violin, tuned a fifth lower, and having a deeper, more sonorous tone."



you show excellent taste, I adore that instrument as well! Many is the time when I have been shopping and in the middle of the confectionary aisle I have felt the need to shout out "viola!", preferably in an outrageous French accent.

please don't edit your post as I would like your message to stand as an eternal tribute to our shared love .

~ I had noticed that, too, C2 ~ but didn't know how to go about pointing it out as cleverly as you have, so just let it ride. Viola~! OLE~!

You are so right, Glory Hog. I've noticed that many poems are just sentences or paragraphs of prose that are then cut up into a "poem".

Also anyone can write a dirty little ditty. I wonder if the author really is short, bald, and married! (Seems that does fit the description of at least one person here)

Nan wrote:You are so right, Glory Hog. I've noticed that many poems are just sentences or paragraphs of prose that are then cut up into a "poem".

Also anyone can write a dirty little ditty. I wonder if the author really is short, bald, and married! (Seems that does fit the description of at least one person here)

I agree anyone can do it, anyone at all!

"short, bald, and married"- Viola!! c'est moi! certainment!

merci, Nan

au revoir

le critic deux

Yes, Nan I am short, bald and married! This was a poem about my fantisy. I wish now that I had called it "Valentine Viola." So much more original than "Valentine Massacre". But that's what happens when you get into a hurry turning paragraphs into poetry. They turn out like this one did.

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It's my birthday too! I'm you! Remember. Remember our birthday soup ingredients you said you were going out to get? You never went. I don't believe we are really going to America either. I believe we are going to Blackpool, instead!

Oh, Oh, Oh, now we are editing our posts! That's no fair. Now we are being afraid!