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A fresh start...

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posted on Jan, 13 2010 @ 05:47 PM
Hello everyone. This thread is just for some fresh ideas...whatever. A new year, a new thread. I'm sick of my narcissistic dribble...getting real old. So I'll try to write about the misery of others instead. Others that are just other versions of me. Me pretending to be someone else or someone else actually being me. Me, me, me.

Seriously though. I want to move in a different direction. Any ideas or thoughts or help would be appreciated as this is a collaborative environment last time I checked. So please...join me in writing here.

When they try to teach you to write or if you buy a book, they tell you to write about what you know. Makes perfect sense but what if you don't actually know anything? Nothing knows you. You're just a limbo lullaby rocking on a swing in the universe. A grain of sand.

Peace for now. I will be back.


posted on Jan, 19 2010 @ 02:07 PM
A change of scene and style
Shave the face...walk a mile
In the shoes of another man

Lose the shoes...and the smile
Wade through the river of denial
Make one last stand

Souls collide and memories fade
Dinner is at eight tonight
Don't be late...

posted on Jan, 19 2010 @ 02:16 PM
hey MB! :-)

I could use a fresh start my own damn self - but I'm unclear in my thinking

how might I begin?


posted on Jan, 20 2010 @ 05:32 PM
reply to post by Spiramirabilis

"how might I begin?"

Sorry...too lazy to go through all the rigamarole necessary to post that in proper ATS quotes....

I would start at the beginning
In the beginning there was light
And it was cool because everyone could see
But everyone could probably see better
When surrounded by darkness

Sight creates greed
What could we possibly want from each other
If we were all blind?
Some conversation? An ear? Humor? Amusement?
Wouldn't need money...wouldn't need your land
Wouldn't need gas because we couldn't drive a car
Wouldn't care what we looked like or what we were wearing

Oh but that's silly
Eventually we'd fight over food
Or we'd get sick of some hyper fool that won't shut up

I think blindness would also knock us off the top of the food chain

posted on Jan, 24 2010 @ 04:02 PM
Hi, oh hello ?
Is anyone there ?
Somewhere my guardian angel

I'm done with the money dancers
Having just one last fling
Bye bye baby

Wake from my sleep
Ignite the flame in a single care
I am ready

Walking barefoot over hot coals
Crawling across cut glass
Let's make a deal

posted on Jan, 24 2010 @ 04:17 PM
You sneak in the subway out
The call of the money changers
The place where we can't meet

Halfway or some other way
It takes you in and spits you out
Leaves you walking

I always pick you up
Make it better
So you can make it worse again

Your death wish
Is a hard dish to swallow
And yet I follow

posted on Jan, 25 2010 @ 05:17 PM
All the light
From a single flame
Casts a shadow on this life

All of a sudden
Are you ready...let's go
Up above to the land of love

posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 06:13 PM
The kiss of death
Devoid of breath
Breathless and bewildered

The kiss of life
Rife with grief...reliefless
Lifeless and so lackluster

The sting of hate
A mass of ungratefulness
It surrounds and suffocates

The sting of love
Something you're afraid of
Make love and mistake love

[edit on 26-1-2010 by The Motorcycle Boy]

posted on Feb, 6 2010 @ 11:36 AM
I've often erred in thoughts of love
Betwixt time and tide
Felt the pull of emotion below and above
Left the journey for want of a ride

Hopefully watched those assaying by
Would at last I have a chance?
But alas! None would meet my eye
Nor condensend to slip a glance

Till time turned on, the wind grew cold
I felt the freezing of my grief
And discovered to late that I'd grown old
And loved not for lack of belief.

posted on Feb, 7 2010 @ 11:39 AM
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy approach other than our narcissistic dribble...I'll try...perhaps some rhymes like smyleegrl.

Go it alone my lad
Just run your own race
But when they say ***t
Squat and make a face

posted on Feb, 7 2010 @ 12:19 PM
Fight or Flight...
We've lost who we are
....beings of Light
are no where in sight.

The ancient song
has left our hearts
A choice we made
for material wealth.

But we are blind
with only two eyes
we traded one foolishly
for the the unknown...

With no recollection
of how things once were,
we now stand stranded
with no lesson to be learned

How can one correct
what one does not know
fooled and conned,
we remain unsure...

posted on Feb, 8 2010 @ 04:18 AM
I might as well Just go to sleep,
Don't even have the strength to weep...
But if I sleep and evening comes
I'll realize I've gotten nothing done!

Groundhog, trapped and insecure...
This doesn't rhyme so what's the point?
Wasted, twisted, wanting more...
My selfishness will swallow me whole

Left or right, which way and when?
With no direction, I spin and pray
For some way out, of this old rut
I just can't think, okay
I'm out...

posted on Feb, 8 2010 @ 04:10 PM
my apologies - not quite right - yet


(here's another - much shorter)


white does as I do
all light and bare skin
we sit for the staring whisper
beneath a petal moon

[edit on 2/8/2010 by Spiramirabilis]

posted on Feb, 8 2010 @ 06:27 PM
Renaissance man
Needs his red wine
Perhaps a concubine
A blank canvas and a bare ass

posted on Feb, 8 2010 @ 07:38 PM
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

Not to long ago
I used to bust up
the furniture
and break the glass
in the windows.
Total cars and souls
with the greatest of
There was a devil
to pay and his
favorite method
of payment was
in blood
and broken hearts;
usually mine.

Now I spend my time
with song and rhyme
and as the days dwindle
down to a precious few
these precious days
I'll spend with you

posted on Feb, 8 2010 @ 10:29 PM
saw a way
near away
this last night
saw my light
all fall in

flame’s strand
near sorrow
moves to follow
motion’s path
too close

so glimmer
small flies
of fire
as desire
an early

mind lies
a shimmer
silk on wool

threads bared
trails wide
slides night
with dreams
and deer
sheer glides
through brambles
on winter
garden looms
grown over
no traces

posted on Feb, 9 2010 @ 12:33 PM
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

I think I need to apologize MB -

I've posted more poetry - but not sure it qualifies as a fresh start

it's just more poetry

back to thinking

[edit on 2/9/2010 by Spiramirabilis]

posted on Feb, 9 2010 @ 04:37 PM
reply to post by Spiramirabilis

The only rule is there are no rules! So that said, carry on...

posted on Feb, 9 2010 @ 04:41 PM
hello MB...I have missed your writings much.
Alas I have not written a word in months..nor will I probably ever again.
But it's lovely to read yours.
Just sayin'.

posted on Feb, 9 2010 @ 04:50 PM
The mini bar still calls
It says one or two is okay
I think it lies
I think if I drink I'll die

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