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Post by yve on Jan 1, 2006 16:24:40 GMT -5
wow, excellent work again!! and you really finished your book??? wow, I'm so proud of you!! Where can I find it my dear??? you cannot find it anywhere until that moment , but I am preparing scripts for publishers
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Post by yve on Jan 1, 2006 16:31:37 GMT -5
You Are StillI´ve never forgotten about you not the covering joy nor your open smile
It hasn´t left me alone in my sorrowful winter dream though I tried so hard
You´re still here where I went away with all my troubles packed in
But in the end I´ve found the road back to start forgiving myself
Sometimes I am a beast as well as you are stillFor Z.I. Back to the Tiger , Lizette
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Post by Zig on Jan 2, 2006 13:55:58 GMT -5
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Post by ...:: en[J]0YZlat@n ::,, on Jan 2, 2006 16:48:32 GMT -5
wow, excellent work again!! and you really finished your book??? wow, I'm so proud of you!! Where can I find it my dear??? you cannot find it anywhere until that moment , but I am preparing scripts for publishers great!!!!
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Post by lizette on Jan 7, 2006 13:50:28 GMT -5
Unnoticed
Screaming voices, Angry faces Tears and blood. The symbols of my life. Screaming voices for everything I do wrong. Angree faces, for reasons I don’t understand It seems like a big, black shadow, That’s around me. A shadow of sadness. Tears of pain, That someone cost. Blood dripping down, From my arm, Down on the floor. Finally some relaxation. When that shadow comes back, I realise, I hate this place. Whatever I do here, It’s never good enough. They hate me, Why do I agree? But I will rise, Out of the shadow, That I’ve been living in. I’ll grow and grow. And meet the person, Who wouldn’t hurt me. My past would be my past. Just a scarf, Between all those others, Unnoticed.
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Post by yve on Jan 9, 2006 9:36:12 GMT -5
Fantastico . Sth fresh and new . Sth Lizette .
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Post by lizette on Jan 12, 2006 7:07:02 GMT -5
thank you so much Yve!! I'm so happy you liked it.. that means a lot to me
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Post by lizette on Jan 12, 2006 7:07:52 GMT -5
and by the way.. : GOOD THAT THE TIGER IS BACK GRRRR hihihihihihi
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Post by yve on Jan 30, 2006 11:41:07 GMT -5
and by the way.. : GOOD THAT THE TIGER IS BACK GRRRR hihihihihihi yeah , he´s back and will never leave me again I hope -----> Z L A D D I <-----
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Post by lizette on Feb 6, 2006 14:34:12 GMT -5
and by the way.. : GOOD THAT THE TIGER IS BACK GRRRR hihihihihihi yeah , he´s back and will never leave me again I hope -----> Z L A D D I <----- hihihi
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Post by yve on Aug 27, 2006 8:20:04 GMT -5
Long ago I posted here , although it´s my thread for us artists. Now I am back and present this to you: [glow=red,2,300]To Lead Or To Follow[/glow]In here you are made to follow the punishment I demand to crawl in your burning skin ever on & on You will be sweet death all over as the rush is released The Inn here my coven of lust where I keep your name unspoken for that our rude pleasure is to rule the scene ever on & on And you will be sweet death all over as the rush is released with the leader´s torture whipped away we are pure perversion personified
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Post by Zig on Aug 27, 2006 8:32:23 GMT -5
I can only say that this poem has power!.. A power to make my palms sweat..tickle my spine..thrill spread from fingers to toes, power to make me hardly breathe .. If a man wrote me such thing I would surrender
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Post by yve on Aug 27, 2006 13:12:08 GMT -5
today is a good day - I found a muse [glow=red,2,300] More´n More[/glow] Rub my needs faster into you without mercy Am I not the pumping of your blood losing patience ? More You can find me within the sweat pearls defining your shape anew or those hands are not rough enough to rival my fateful clinging No nail like mine No sting like yours More´n More More is coming up next....
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Post by lizette on Aug 27, 2006 13:17:23 GMT -5
oeeh finally the time has come.. I loooveee reading your poems Yve..!! and of course they are wonderful again!!! but then one question.. who or what is your muse..?
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Post by yve on Aug 27, 2006 13:28:26 GMT -5
FerocityAm I not the white linen you sleep in innocently?
The cool cloth covering your tight thighs are mine in their fever
Do you sometimes muse on this ferocity forced felt fire femme fatale I have been ?
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