The Lines Were Never Defined In Romance Tales

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Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Inari
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:09pm
I just have to dedicate this one to international_idiot for being a major source of inspiration with her sonnets and for helping me out with writing some of my own.

I'm sorry this one is so long.


Moonlit spotlights on vague shadowed reasons.
Throbbing music, cheap alcohol for thrills.
The underworld is in heat this season,
swallowing scents of lust like sugared pills.
Diving inside tempting basement nightclubs
hoping, to get high, they'll have to scrounge low.
They'll become each taunting name they've been dubbed
for shots of infatuation to go.
Shameless observers will bathe in their guilt
to claim five second, back-alleyway stands.
They'll grind their integrity to the hilt
on the hips of those acting their demands.
Because even rebellious misfits
need to absorb the highs of teenage kicks.


And this was never the scene for angels.
Ours frames doubts on the wall with her halo.
Transplanted in swarming dancefloors of Hell,
coated in white yet suppressing her glow.
The fear in her eyes is bold and blatant
at promiscuous shows of affection.
Inside, she's birthing tear storms of repent
at their shameless bear traps of deception.
Out of range of salvation and rescue
but in claustrophobic range of desire,
she heaves leaden dread at what will ensue
hoping her wings won't get scorched in the fire.
She trembles at this thick urban romance.
But, tonight, our brave angel took her chance.


And he always made the shadows look bright
with his kohl-burnt eyes and gothic fashion.
Our devil always outshadowed the night
with his tender masochistic passion.
He scrounges for his thrills in rebellion
with cocaine kisses, morphine caresses.
Traits he hides in actualisation.
A fragile streak that he oppresses.
Because lust is a stop-gap sensation
he desires at the coming of dawn.
He's patriot of the sinful nation,
the spinner dictator of guilt unborn.
And he's searching for an escape.
The underworld is more than he can take.


And once you've tasted the liquour of lust
life carries the same monotonous tone.
When your pent-up excitement turns to dust
and company feels much better alone.
And rebellion tastes just like boredom
to our devil supporting shadowed walls.
But, tonight, his liberation will come
through the shared glance and subtle angel calls.
And hope is etched across an ashen palm
as our devil offers his substitute,
diversions from anti-reality
with pleading silences she can't dispute.
As his world's absorbed in a lustful trance,
our tentative devil took a bold chance.


The dancefloor's cramped but there is space for two
between coiling bodies and lost constraint.
Shyly connected, their virtues shine through
until the daring shadows burn too faint
to matter to this pure, misfit couple,
the grey zone between the light and the dark,
the detour from all their pregnant trouble.
The torching anarchy to modern art.
They're breaking every conventional law
scribed to restrain the vagrant fellowship.
They're waiting for their resistence to thaw
within expectation's pressurised grip.
But not every soul will feel this release
inside the confines of their lust-stained sheets.


And her soap-scented virtue embalms him
almost to the sense of abandonment.
His coarse fingerprints cause her to forget
until all reasons are incoherent.
Wisdom brands her blanked mind with consciousness.
she screens it with night to savour the dark
because she's grown weary of righteousness
when deeper rhythms pulsate in her heart.
And he can sense it through her angel skin.
Pulling her closer, he heightens her pulse
until yet another romance begins.
Because not even angels can resist
the saintly texture of lips against lips.


Disowned inhibitions left on the stairs.
They almost don't make it to the bedroom.
If this is Heaven, then he doesn't care
and if this is hell, she's loving her doom
because lust tastes sweeter on virgin lips.
Candy-coated delicacies with fear
cause heightened versions of raptured bliss
when sin and grace mix in the atmosphere.
As she smiles up at him bound in bedsheets
with an innocence he almost can't take,
through his conflict, he offers his defeat.
Maybe this could be his sweetest escape.
Because even devils crave affection
and angels desire hints of deception.
davey jones.
Falling In Love With The Board
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Mibba Blog
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:14pm
Don't apologize for it being long. It can be as long as it needs to, it just needs touch of beauty. And it most definately does. This, honest to God, is the best one I have ever read. Very Happy
Peter Petrelli
King For A Couple Of Days
Peter Petrelli
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Posts: 4161
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:15pm
Shocked

Shocked

Shocked

*collapses*
What's in a name?
King For A Couple Of Days
What's in a name?
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Gender: Female
Posts: 2451

Mibba
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:18pm
That is pure brilliance. The end. Cool
snowcherry
King For A Couple Of Days
snowcherry
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 3912
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:19pm
Shocked





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Shocked





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That's so beautiful.

Damn long. But so so beautiful.


*collapses too*
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Inari
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:22pm
Oh my God!

Collapsing poets!
And I don't know CPR!
Lol.

Thank you guys.
So much.
I seriously thought this sucked!

Gah!
Kiss
I love you guys.
snowcherry
King For A Couple Of Days
snowcherry
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Gender: Female
Posts: 3912
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:22pm
You know we love you too. Wink

Kiss
Peter Petrelli
King For A Couple Of Days
Peter Petrelli
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Posts: 4161
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:23pm
Oh, and another things - I hate you, you're getting too good at this, this was my thing Crying or Very sad You weren't supposed to get better at it than me Laughing

Joke.
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Inari
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:25pm
international_idiot:
Oh, and another things - I hate you, you're getting too good at this, this was my thing Crying or Very sad You weren't supposed to get better at it than me Laughing

Joke.


Awww. I'm sorry, my poetic beauty.
Seriously, after writing these, my head hurts so much I think I'll leave the sonnets to you. Lol.
Bamf!
Jackass
Bamf!
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Gender: Female
Posts: 1763
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:26pm
Wow....this is.....amazing. Pure talent right there. I wish I was just even half as good as you...
What's in a name?
King For A Couple Of Days
What's in a name?
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 2451

Mibba
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:30pm
Inari:
Oh my God!

Collapsing poets!
And I don't know CPR!
Lol.

Thank you guys.
So much.
I seriously thought this sucked!

Gah!
Kiss
I love you guys.

If you, or anyone else, say your sonnet (or poem, whichever) sucks I will have to hunt you down and kick your butt. If you guys think that your poems sucks I’ll leave right away because then mine have to be right down shitty. (I’m not saying my poems are bad. I’m saying yours are better.) Very Happy
FCPSITSGEPGEPGEPanda
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Mibba
May 3rd, 2006 at 04:31pm
OH. MY. GOD. I LOVED every bit of that. Every single word. Could it be my favorite Inari poem? Perhaps. But anyway, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T. E-X-T-R-A-V-A-G-A-N-T. I feel like a cheerleader now. Cheer Cool
razzledgirl
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Mibba
May 3rd, 2006 at 05:40pm
AMAZING, BRILLIANT, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Inari
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Gender: Female
Posts: 2538
May 4th, 2006 at 08:40am
Shocked
Matty.
King For A Couple Of Days
Matty.
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Posts: 3945
May 4th, 2006 at 09:05am
What a read!
Not bad *thumbs up*
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