Friday, November 19, 2010

A Tweet Collaboration

A [couple of] tweetpoem(s) between one of my fave tweeters/bloggers @LiliacSin and myself (@RzrTonguedPoet). You can find her blog at Liliac Inked Illusions

Take 1:


Liliac: Those eyes of caged souls blindly screaming in the pit of insanity... a shade of deathfilled ebony...
Me: To describe the abyss as black is simply child's play...look at the sun's eclipse to see the night overtake day

Liliac: Yet they crave the white of my skin, the purple of my sin... the root of my love... the pure of my lust...
Me: Their cravings are transparent and although they present with purity, I cut through them like a prism, dividing truths

Liliac: Your shadow inhaling me into the stillness of your nite~ binding me with the mirage of the sun...
Me: Echoes of your soul resonate within my canyon~ underneath the blood red moon of seclusion

Liliac: your pearly grey mist seeping into my veins, coiling around my existence~ tenderly wrapping me in sweet rage...
Me: Just like a boa you cradle and constrict my heart simultaneously, squeezing out all emotions~ leaving my vessel almost empty

Liliac: breaking me to heal me with the prints of untouched hands of heaven~ adoring me entirely with your mind of mayhem...
Me: Driving me crazy, like he drove Ms. Daisy~ comprehension of our contradictions compound our caged condition



Copyright © 2010 Natasha Guy (@RzrTonguedPoet) All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © 2010 LiliacSin via twitter (@LiliacSin) All Rights Reserved.


And Take 2:



Me: Seduce my brain well til I feel shivers down my spine. Roll my tongue over your soul as you whisper that it's mine.
Me: Shared vibrations can rock more than my world, just like I can make more than my physical body twirl.
Liliac: Teasing my world like a dangling spirit, whispering words when i rather you scream it...

Me: Let your octaves pierce the darkest corners of my mind, I think I'll try to hide; you see what you can find
Liliac: Seductive mindwaves from behind a pure face, tempting me with purple just so ill cave...

Me: You knew what you were doing when you crawled under my skin, All of  you pushed right thru me just before i could rescind
Liliac: Because i ached to drown in your lake of wordfilled aggression & fill my soul with a poet obsession...

Me: So quench the thirst that threatens to drown me. Dont leave me stranded on a deserted island without thee
Liliac: Sandcastles made of sharp pen to tenderly slice into me, your sweet tsunami jabs touching greedily...

Me: Don't worry about the many little death's I'll die, just remember you did this when I begin to cry.
Liliac: Cover me in the beauty of your violence & sorrow, cradle me in lyrics of a different tomorrow...



Copyright © 2010 Natasha Guy (@RzrTonguedPoet) All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © 2010 LiliacSin via twitter (@LiliacSin) All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Devoted
Letter to an Unfinished Love

My mornings are still filled with thoughts of you.
When the sun peeks through my windows,
I smile because I feel you on the other end.

Your absence makes my heart grow fonder.
I’ve always heard the saying, but now I’ve lived it.
Maybe this had to be to prove to you what was truth.

If that is the case, take your time in being sure.
If this is what I believe it to be, it will only grow.
Your strength, determination and clarity still amaze me.

I can’t hide that I am in awe of you.
Your name always comes out of my mouth with a smile.
Your face will always melt my heart; this you know.

You’ve been ingrained on every strand of my DNA.
My spirit, soul and body have been intertwined with yours.
I refuse to let two-thirds of that connection disintegrate.

The other third is impossible to constantly maintain.
Especially with the lives we choose to lead.
But that too again, soon enough.
  
Deprivation of self, of the flesh, is manageable.
To keep the hearts and minds untouched though, is unreasonable.
Just swear to me that you won’t erect a barricade.

Tell me that you too feel the tug that I do.
More than aware you are that our hearts are one, not two.
So as the saying goes, my love, to thine own heart be true.

Copyright © 2010 Natasha Guy

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Fun with words

So I'm procrastinating with word games on Facebook to avoid NaNoWriMo writing lol!!! And we have this:

(to the rhythm of the Eurythmics song Sweet Dreams)

These nuts are made of bees...


Who am I to steal honeyyyyy


I travel the world, stinging flowers and trees, everybody's looking for honeyyyy


Some of them like it in hot tea, some of them want it in their oooooatmeal...


oooooooo ooooooo...some of them want to consume it, some of them want you to eat it off them...

ROFL I love my friends!
Copyright © 2010 Natasha Guy