my mind's closeted vault is overrun, I donn'd a few petty metaphors but they had tears a simile wrapped around my neck made me choke wing tip'd stiletto verbiage on my painted toes and proper paisley poesy adjectives in my hair, still not ready to go out on the cafe if I only knew where I left that damn'd silken sonnet sigh oh brother, another night of naked poetry...
No, no, no, this will never do. You are getting married tomorrow, remember? Find that box of chantilly lace adjectives and throw in some sensual syntax and get the show on the road, Frieda! :) The metaphor here is absolutely brilliant. Loved it. Lydi**
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Ha and where is everyone, I'm waiting!! Thanks Lydikey.
11 Years Ago
Vinnie had his friend Pauly pay off the limo driver and now they are fighting about who is gonna pic.. read moreVinnie had his friend Pauly pay off the limo driver and now they are fighting about who is gonna pick you up! LOL
11 Years Ago
HAHA oh it figures...that damn Vinnie, I knew he'd screw it up!
11 Years Ago
Yea, he has lotsa class, most of it low! LOL
11 Years Ago
Ha exactly, that's why I broke up with his arse.......LOL
Hahaha you are hilarious my sweet,Naked poetry the best kind.Sometimes the words fly around in our heads helter skelter as yet not ready to be penned just driving us mad .I like this although since it is you there was never any doubt that I would :)
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Hahaha, now I'm laughing, jazz'd you like my daftness, you must be a little bit crazy too! read moreHahaha, now I'm laughing, jazz'd you like my daftness, you must be a little bit crazy too!
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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..
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Yeah let's say I am "just a little bit " crazy haha although I think that sentence falls a lot short.. read moreYeah let's say I am "just a little bit " crazy haha although I think that sentence falls a lot short lol.You know they cut off your comment at the knees haha.There is only half the comment who did you piss off haha
11 Years Ago
HA the list of who I didn't is shorter, wanna start there? LOL
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..