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|  06-24-2005, 02:08 PM | #1 (permalink) | 
| Addict Location: Mansion by day/Secret Lair by night | 
				
				Chickentribs Tells it Like it Is
			 Hello, all - I recently picked up my writing again and would enjoy hearing thoughts, ideas, boos, and cheers... I play around with different styles, sounds, pains, absurdities, both sensible and nonsensicle. All eyes and/or opinions are appreciated via the thread or even a pm. Werd.  
				__________________ Oft expectation fails... and most oft there Where most it promises - Shakespeare, W. | 
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|  06-24-2005, 02:09 PM | #2 (permalink) | 
| Addict Location: Mansion by day/Secret Lair by night | 
				
				Unprompted
			 Why would you toss yourself into this? Am I what you hoped for or what you miss? Laying here I want to believe; And your wanting eyes reminisce. Polite affection and convenient passion sink My confidence in ardour with a wink To the feelings worn thin on my sleeve And worn numb with my drink. Another morning leaves me to pursue Just one unprompted sentiment so overdue; Surrender is both understanding and naïve, Carelessly again I’m given, “I love you, too.” 
				__________________ Oft expectation fails... and most oft there Where most it promises - Shakespeare, W. | 
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|  06-24-2005, 02:12 PM | #3 (permalink) | 
| Addict Location: Mansion by day/Secret Lair by night | 
				
				Stunted
			 Spoon fed moonlit sorrow; Killing the soulful fire; Easy was it Leaves us unfit Stunted desire. Smile, kiss, touch, cum; We want, we need, we have; Another’s concern Soon you learn Turns you to half. Cum, dread, hurt, run; We had, we bleed, we hate; Only bliss knows How deep it sows Next season’s prickly fate. The siren song waits patient; Jagged rocks of jealous tomorrow; Pulled again Not if, when Spoon forced moonlit sorrow. 
				__________________ Oft expectation fails... and most oft there Where most it promises - Shakespeare, W. | 
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|  06-24-2005, 02:32 PM | #4 (permalink) | 
| Addict Location: Mansion by day/Secret Lair by night | 
				
				What?
			 If I must ask If your heart fills or breaks; If I should wonder If your soul heals or aches; If my question begs If your spirit ever wakes; If you, are the only thing hidden What love do we really make? If my truth is your lie If your truth you won’t take; If that wall gives you strength If that kiss is for my sake; If devotion was given not earned If all of this was my mistake; What love do we really make? 
				__________________ Oft expectation fails... and most oft there Where most it promises - Shakespeare, W. | 
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|  07-16-2005, 02:09 PM | #5 (permalink) | 
| pío pío Location: on a branch about to break | unprompted and what? are pretty strong. the emotional questions and distance are clearly conveyed. it is easy to feel the pain. thanks for that peek into your psyche. not sure about the middle piece. it just didn't seem up to the level of the other two. it didn't hit my like they did. thanks for the writing. 
				__________________ xoxo doodle | 
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|  07-17-2005, 05:01 PM | #6 (permalink) | 
| Drifting Administrator Location: Windy City | I'm really liking this Chickentribs... What? really got to me ... 
				__________________ Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna | 
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