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The haphazardness of sanity
The non-existing vanity
Knowing you’re the one for me
And breathing every second of it

Teasing, playful mockery
Repeating idiosyncrasies
Intent, eyeing watchfully
Your face, moonlit

The touch, almost sleazy
My head pounding drowsily
Gracious kiss, thirsty
Sexually misfit

Two lovers parting rashly
Longing for you shrewdly
Until next meeting hourly
This is love, writ.
©2005-2009 ~photo-lust
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My personal masterpiece of the moment! It came to my head and there was no stopping it from escaping. This is personally my best poem, so if you don't think it's good, please don't be too harsh. It's my baby.

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:iconoffthemind:
oh i LOOOOOOVE this. you should let MORE escape, because this is wonderful. it captures feelings so well, and i love the flow.
"The haphazardness of sanity" is such a great line, it captures something i think a lot of people contemplate often. i know i do.

one of the best things i've read on DA in awhile, and very deserving of this fav.

:hug: keep um' coming.

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"...we wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and obey."
-operation ivy.

member of the ~unknown-poet-project
and ~SKA-CLUB
:iconphoto-lust:
awwwwwww... thank you so much.... that means so much to me :hug: I dunno... I think my poetry comes in waves... sometimes I can't write anything and don't want to but other times I absolutely must write something.

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:music: And so I'm off to save the :earth: once again but I don't know how I'll pull it off this time.... :superman::music:
:iconoffthemind:
i think that happens to all artists. I know i go in and out of all my mediums. sometimes art is just more tangible in one medium than the other. thats why exploring lots of different kinds of art is important.

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"...we wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and obey."
-operation ivy.

member of the ~unknown-poet-project
and ~SKA-CLUB
:iconkarota:
Hey, this makes me :keiross: and feel nauseated, but don´t missunderstand me please. I mean this is a great work of art, and if makes me feel that way is only because the meaning is terrible.

Great poem.

:clap:

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deconstruction of red/green lights = mist in between = and a ticket to heaven = bauhaus = rimbaud = sexual poetry = filth fills my room + mind = heart = dirty soul = random serenity = wax and wane = noise/music/life = screaming = get [10 miles] high
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please elaborate.

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:music: And so I'm off to save the :earth: once again but I don't know how I'll pull it off this time.... :superman::music:
:iconphoto-lust:
and you can't say that the meaning is terrible. It's about love. I don't know you, but if you're sour about love I'm sorry about that. Give everyone else a chance at it though.

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:music: And so I'm off to save the :earth: once again but I don't know how I'll pull it off this time.... :superman::music:
:iconkarota:
I was not understood!

I mean Terrible in a sense i was not clear. I am telling about enormous, majestic, i don´t know how to explain since i am spanish speaker by nature, and here if i say terrible it refers to something that is bigger than you.

Sorry.

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deconstruction of red/green lights = mist in between = and a ticket to heaven = bauhaus = rimbaud = sexual poetry = filth fills my room + mind = heart = dirty soul = random serenity = wax and wane = noise/music/life = screaming = get [10 miles] high
:icongeek-stink-breath:
this is beautiful in the most strange&honest way.
you can feel the sweetness, but in the way it is,
not making into something it is not.

your writing style is very unique and i enjoyed reading this peice.



firststanza:


"The haphazardness of sanity
The non-existing vanity
Knowing you’re the one for me
And breathing every second of it"



i really lovethe last line of it, the third line is one i see much but i haven't seen one with such transition. the flow and rhyme you have too here is what kept me going, very nice. a most pretty and peculiar decision on words. believe me that's a great thing.


secondstanza:


"Teasing, playful mockery
Repeating idiosyncrasies
Intent, eyeing watchfully
Your face, moonlit



i love this stanza--


thirdstanza:


"The touch, almost sleazy
My head pounding drowsily
Gracious kiss, thirsty
Sexually misfit"



--and how it goes into this stanza. a mix on so many feelings still based on to what all goes in, in that one single emotion. every word having the perfect edge for paper, absolutely brilliant!


"Two lovers parting rashly
Longing for you shrewdly
Until next meeting hourly
This is love, writ."


ah the ending, so perfect! this has to be my favourite stanza and the fact that it's at the end is an excellent thing. the end should always make the reader want to go through it again, certainly worked for me! i'm glad you conjured a poem that met your satisfactions.

once again a joy to read, thanks for the share.

:)

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