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Postby Sylandra » Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:30 pm

I got two wishes today
From the usual channels
One penny heads up
And my locket at the eyehole

I thought it over
A little while and longer
Then made my wishes
With customary aplomb:

I wish for you
A love that has you dancing
Your heart fully bloated
And lovingly listing

And for your lover I wish
A prostitution conviction
And an undeniable taste
For the flesh of humans.

Two wishes well spent.
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:47 pm

Got one on the phone
One on the couch
One on the computer
And another round the corner
One wants to buy me BBQ sauce
And dip me in it
One wants to drive all the way down
And dip him in me
One wants me to get drunk
So he can take advantage of me
One wants me to describe it all
For him, until he can get
A plane ticket and time off.

Naughty men.
Gotta love 'em.

Think I need to invest in stock
In a condom company.
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Fri Oct 29, 2004 1:32 am

Spent all my money on a binge again
Drinking with my friends again
And if it wasn't for them

Gave my last and only quarter to a bum
Yeah I'm another one
Didn't need it for the call anyway

Two angels if there's such a thing as you God
Gone away if there's such a thing as you God
You made me hate you if there's a such a thing as you God
And I will never sing your songs
Cuz if there's such a thing as you God
You're wrong

Mrs Operator if you please
This will be collect to the big cheese
And if he's really there he'll know it's me

I wouldn't blame you if you hung up on me right now lord
Been nothing but bad
But this time this call ain't for me

Two angels if there's such a thing as you God
Gone away if there's such a thing as you God
You made me hate you if there's a such a thing as you God
And I will never sing your songs
Cuz if there's such a thing as you God
You're wrong
Dead Wrong

~Mark Curry~
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Are you real to me?
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Postby Sylandra » Thu Nov 04, 2004 8:22 pm

Come to me
Like old home week
Bury your face in my silky softness
Bury your hurt and cross it off
Bury your love
Marry you love

Come to me
Bring your joy and sadness
Shine the light in your eyes
Shine your smile and share it
Shine down warm
Tied no more

Come to me like I came to you
Bring me love and bring me love
Bring me all you have to offer
Bring me love and bring me love
Bring me. Come to me.
Just come to me.

Come to me
Meet me where we last behaved
See me shimmer in the promise
See you glow and open to me
See us make
Come and take

Come to me like I came to you
Bring me love and bring me love
Bring me all you have to offer
Bring me love and bring me love
Bring me. Come to me.
Just come to me.
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Lady Maven » Tue Nov 23, 2004 9:56 pm

Whoopsie, if the old man read that, he'd assume all sorts of stuff.

Bad Sylandra, BAD!!
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but to skid in sideways totally worn out screaming "HOLY SHIT ..... what a ride"!!
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Postby Sylandra » Tue Nov 23, 2004 9:57 pm

Lady Maven wrote:he got here today
it was like stepping
into the most familiar place
and not stumbling like
past times
like bad times
without the bad
and all the good

my son smiled today
at the face he resembles
at the smile that reminds him
who loves him
and who is capable of love
and my litle one
dove in like a consummate swimmer
and was enveloped by the warmth
and he smiled too

the loss is a bit easier to take
and he seems happy to be here
and wonderous like miracles
and smiling and laughing
full of plans
listening attentively
genuinely happy
and so am I


this was by me, but Maven forgot to log out when last she used my computer.
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Postby Sylandra » Sat Dec 11, 2004 6:40 am

I cannot help but wonder
what the fuck is wrong with me
that I would look to the past with longing
and forego my future completely

The prospect of time in your bottle
strikes me as far more rewarding
than all the time I have spent
outside the box completely

I pray for me only peace
from tomorrow's problems
no matter the content or bent
for I will take no more shit completely
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Tue Jan 04, 2005 9:56 pm

Good god I miss him
Not as often
And not as aching
But just as poignant
And just as disparaging
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Sun Jan 23, 2005 7:08 pm

I put it out there
My feeling alone
Though I am rarely alone
And the sun shines in

How can you feel lonely
When fifty people
Want to get with you
Seems like a sin
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Wed Jan 26, 2005 4:13 am

When I had you, I didn't
Now that I don't have you, I do
And I wonder
If this makes me crazy, or you

You will never do better, only try
I will always do better, but cry
And I wonder
If this makes me stronger, or you

When we finally have it, we won't
When we finally want us, we don't
And I wonder
If this makes me, or you
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Wed Jan 26, 2005 4:17 am

I have spent a lifetime wondering what is forever
So far, the only forever I have seen
Is that nothing truly is forever, except forever
And this begs the question, if not for forever
What is forever for?

Much like change, which is the only constant
So far the only change I have seen
Is that everything changes, except change
And this begs the question, if not for forever
What is forever for?
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Fri Feb 04, 2005 4:27 am

If there's such a thing as better
I should know
Surely someone somewhere
told me so
And if there isn't
Why can't I let it go
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Tue Feb 15, 2005 1:42 pm

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

Reclined in winter's cold
Wondering at the inscription in the stone
No flowers round this grave do grow
Though a bit of light shines fair
No gardener will plant a seed
No spring blossoms will this place know

So barren is this resting place
Dark desolation might be one countenance
Another be some earned penitence
An empty canvas of life unlived
Promised brushstroke lingering
No medium applied in reverence

In my mind lives vivid scenes
Of raucous mirth and lustful languor
A child's birth and passing anger
Marking passion with living
Setting milestones and surpassing
Assurance of all that would perdure

This place a dark finallity
And with this comes new threshold
Spring will riot gardens bold
I leave you to your resting now
I've bulb and seed to tend at home
This grave lost attention and cold

Inscribed on stone is this refrain:
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained"
Though in truth it should claim
"Nothing ventured, nothing lost"
For when you venture nothing
Your nothing will be retained

~Me~
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Postby Sylandra » Thu Feb 17, 2005 9:28 pm

He is a man of god
She is a woman from hell
How can something so ugly
Break so many hearts
And allow her to remain happy?
She said he knew
I know better now
If her man is right
You are both damned
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Sun Apr 03, 2005 4:30 pm

Handsome face with amazing grace
Sarcastic soul in delicious space
Laughs at the death in our time
Puts a life back into it's place

A week passes by in relative speed
When waiting doesn't preclude need
Stimulating wait for something sublime
In seven days I can build such greed
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Sat Apr 09, 2005 2:34 am

Keep wondering what it is that I need
To give me what I want
But not make me bleed
If I knew I would be worlds ahead

I wish I could give it such a name
Nothing comes to mind or face or frame
Definition only ruins what it touches
Even when it defines who bled

You could have offered such a thing
To make me feel obliged at twice the price
Not below and only above you
Was what I already had anyway

I wish I could pay out such a cost
Nothing worth the price has a tag
You have only to ask to get the deal
Some twice the price and thrice the worth

You could have offered such a thing
You could have halved the price
You could have given me the moon
You gave me Saturn for a discount
Told me that one should suffice
A bargain even so for what you paid
Only that one isn't yours or so it's said
And what you gave you sold instead

Even you don't own the Moon

Even you don't own the moon
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Tue Apr 19, 2005 10:04 pm

He has learned so well to absorb
Without really taking anything in
When I lash out he cringes
What a great show he puts on then
But it is just that; a great show
With no real plot, and a plodding actor

I wonder if I live life on the ledge
Just to see if he would have it within
To reach out and catch anyone
Should I fall and drag us all down with me
But I know better than to hope
With his short arms, and my spiked foothold
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Been There

Postby Sylandra » Fri May 20, 2005 11:27 am

I walked along the ledge
And someone tripped me
Glad I wasn't carrying
The ice chest this time
The fall was refreshing
I didn't know my hair could
Stand up in just that way
When I hit bottom
I bounced
As us fat girls will tend to do
And I passed a stranger
On the way back up
Who looked like he might
Not be a tripper
And I grabbed his hand
Now he is along for the ride
When I bounce again
I sincerely hope
I don't land on him.
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Wed Dec 06, 2006 12:18 am

Been awhile since I wrote anything here. Tequila and poison pen do suffice this eve.

Consolation

I have heard it so many times
Only the good die early
So I raised him not to be so good
Not to believe in anything or anyone
Who thinks its fair to kill the young

You came and took him anyway
Met your quota in my eyes
You couldn't care less for my boy
Another heartless jab at conquer
What, no new wars to monger?

If all I read in your ancient doctrine
Comes to be the truth of things
Then damn if you don't need a hobby
Boredom is the devil's tool
Send your dogma back to school

And while you're there and reading up
Study hard at what you've done
Get some reason for your rhyme
So just, but no remorseful soul ?
Good God, now give me back my boy


For consolation I am told
"God never gives more than you can handle"
God really doesn't me know me well
Can't even offer a "Sorry Hun"?
Fuck you, tell it to my dead son

You expect me to tell it to yours.
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:35 am

These lyrics aren't mine. Wish I could write like this (Patty Griffin, thank you Bella, Bella My Heart. I love this girl and I love you too):

Nobody's Crying ~ Patty Griffin (album: "1,000 Kisses")

Well he jumps in the taxi
Headed for the sky
He's off to slay some demon dragonfly
And he looked at me
That long last time
Turned away again and I
Waved goodbye
In an envelope
Inside his coat
Is a chain I wore
Around my throat
Along with, a note I wrote
Said "I love you but, I don't
Even know why"

But darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell
How hard you're trying
Just have that secret hope
sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
There'll be an endless road
Where nobody's crying.

Well a long night turns into
A couple long years
Of me walkin' around, around this
Trail of tears
Where the very loud voices
Of my own fears
Is ringin' and ringin'
In my ears
It says that love
Is long gone
Every move I make
Is all wrong
Says you never gave
A damn for me
Or anything
Or anyone

Darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell
How hard you're trying,
I just have that secret hope
Sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
Is an endless road
And nobody's crying.

May you dream you are dreaming
In a warm soft bed
May the voices inside you
That fill you with dread
Make the sound of thousands of
Angels instead
Tonight where you might be
Laying your head

Darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell
How hard you're trying
Just have that secret hope
Sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
there's an endless road
And nobody crying.
And nobody crying,
Nobody crying
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Postby Sylandra » Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:29 am

I fucking hate the holiday season
People all nice until when
And here it comes again
Winter will never be the same

This year for Thanks
I had not one thing to say
Not one word to pray
Not like anyone listens anyway

Like things don't suck hard enough
Pile it on Babe I can take it
Push til I say it
Then don't return it

Not like anyone listens anyway?
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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Re: Broken Cookie Productions. Closed.

Postby Sylandra » Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:41 pm

I find pieces of you
Bits and letters
Cards and pictures
And I smile
Until I remember
They are all that are left
And there will be no more
While I was out dancing
You were busy running
And it never occured to me
I should have showed you then
How to dance too
I miss you
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
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