tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64596942989969419222012-02-16T15:21:11.255-05:00{{scroll to bottom to send me a Yahoo IM}}<br> [This was renamed, due to people not wanting to click on something titled "Intellectual Orgasms" because they thought it was something perverted.]<br>These will be my understandings of poetry. These will be my mental vomit. These will be the things my heart sings to me when I'm alone and somber. These will be my incoherent neuron synapse firings. These will be what makes the daily me, me.Master0fPuppetshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04969266349134604364noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459694298996941922.post-40097248913613419682011-08-27T08:43:00.000-04:002009-08-27T08:50:03.804-04:00

This is a blog, made up of posts I created on fubar a while back. I'm copying the first entry in here, so remember that this was posted years ago... and so it goes.I've decided to write again. This blog is where it's all going to happen. I've been mentally numb for too long. Surprisingly, when I least expected it, inspiration hit me like a brick to the face. I'm not going to reveal the reasons

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Your eyes they tell a story love lost and broken hearts yet your words tend to digress and dilute the painful parts you never let another see the safe-room in your soul and even one that had the key just couldn't find the hole I've watched you and I've listened as they sneak around your door your eyes they always glistened as they fell upon the floor I've danced upon the edge of that precipice

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[this one I wrote, last year, while seeing someone who was the inspiration to start me writing again back then... she's still around, and I talk to her occasionally, but we're only friends now. Can't lie, I do miss her sometimes. *shrugs*]darkly mysteriousshe paints a lyrical picturedescribing tints and shades and highlightsof thoughts too elaborate to verbalizeallocating tangents of

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[I wrote this a few years ago, it's quite different from my normal poetry, it's more in story form, but I figured I'd share it. Adoption is a common thing, and a lot of people have the same feelings and emotions I write about in here... maybe it'll help someone.]Eyes That Shine and Love That BindsShe asks him, “What does he look like?” He hangs his head and a silent tear falls from his eye. “They

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[I wrote this about 15 years ago, and it's published, as well]Love is like a butterflychase it - and it will surely fly awaygrab it - and you may damage it's fragile wingsbe stillobserve it's eternal beautyeventually it willcome and restupon yoursoul©Robert F. Piazza

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i feel it coming, inevitablyit crawls up like a fogmy heart it races instantlyi race into my blogthe typing instant without thoughtyet still i cannot seeso i close my eyes againwhy can't i let them bethese futile grains of hopeand yearning in my dreamsthe one who share my passionsmy fears to their extremesit's simple yet impossibleto tell her what im feelingi blink my eyes and sigh againmy heart

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your heart can be mistakenand overpower youand lead you to be foolishand stuck without a clueof how love can just disappearand tear your world apartthe want, the need, of someone herethat feeling in your heartwithout that love, it's all a gameand just a waste of timeand no, it's not me who's to blameit's you that did this crimeyou told me you were differenttold me you're not the sameyou told me

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Intriguing.Leaves me thinkingOf what to say...Very curious...Enticing, in a way...You've made meOpen my heartUnconditionally...♥

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It'sAnotherMysteryI...Needed...Something,Anything,Nothing,Everything.Why can't I stop thinking?

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Across miles of glassbits and bytes of thoughts and feelingsanticipating their destinationtransforming binary to synapticsynaptic to binaryforming comprehensionand understandingbeyond our virtual realitywe connect.

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expressions of emotion flow through my fingerssoftly grazing my keyboardinnocent and nakedthey fall into placesome have purposesome may beexposed to youfor your amusementtake them for what they areor feel them the way I dobut share with me this lyrical journeyif only for a secondI existmy intentions are achieved

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outside my windowdarkness fallsraping the color from the landscapewithin seconds the fear beginsinvisible beasts become realpeaceful animals become monstersleaves falling become footstepsand silence deafens mealone

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Theoretical hearts can be broken into piecesthoughts can be twisted and derangedtime is only an invention of manreality is simply our perceptionfear is a motivator yet a destroyerpeace is a forced understanding of confusionhappiness is an elated state of mindloveisunconditionalundeniableinexplicableincomprehensibleyet it is the strongest emotion we havehow?

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rough and crisp you weresniffling I just grabbed yousore noses feared youa teardrop softened you upand gently, you blew my mindmy first attempt at a Tanka...inspired by you, my beautiful tragedy...♥ ♥ ♥

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Tell me somethingnot what you want me to hearnot what I want you to saybut somethinga million thingsfrom a million thoughtsby a million mindsstart to all look the samewords can become vacantlacking content beyond letters and syllablesrandom inklings spilled upon blank pagesdrying up into colors and toneswhere only fractions of intentionsand minuscule conventionsexisttell me somethingsomething you

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inner turmoil stirsamong thoughts too fiery to touchpainfully, I claw for onebarely grasping the edgeholding it as long as I can bear toburning my mind and my handinto powdery ashessweeping up the last of the days contemplationsI fall to an restless sleepand dream myself awaketo find myselfsleeping peacefullyalone[i didn't find inspiration for this, it just happened]

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Under a moonless skyI delve into thoughts long repressedpicking them out like tissue paper from a giftfalling around me I glance at themtheir tattered existence taunting mepainfully I connect the blotsand entertain the idea of expressionwithout restraintthe idea itself paralyzes meeverything fades to a dull grayyet through the cloudsa single shooting star reveals itselfignites my tissue paper

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complacentunder the echoes of tearsbehind the screams of fearshides a patient little boyunaware of the menagerie of duplicitiesstalking his very existenceoutside the realm of realitybeyond the grasp of mentalityabove the pull of normalityhe waits[the inspiration for this should be self-explanitory]

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Pieces of her heartscattered like old bread outside the doorwaiting to see who gets to it firstwill it be the morning deereager to lick her handwill it be the night predatorswaiting in the darkness to attackor will it be the birdssoaring from heights unknownzeroing in on their targetsilently the pieces layeach it's own masterpiecepure in it's designhardened by timedaylight peers over the

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tell me who I amtell me why I crytell me who to lovetell me how to dietell me what it meanstell me what you cantell me how I feeltell me I'm a mantell me what to knowtell me what she saidtell me how to growtell me 'bout my headtell me it's alrighttell me how to flytell me not to fighttell me just to lietell me she won't leavetell me not to runtell me when to grievetell me when I'm donetell me if

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[this was written a few years ago, my first attempt at something to put to music, yet I never had the guts to send it to whom it's about, for her to make into a song... I hope someone else can get some feeling out of it - nothing is worth anything unless it's shared, as far as I'm concerned.]walked out the door and drovedidn't know where I was at allleft your tea there on the stovethe kids, the

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