Lyrycsyntyme

Lyrycsyntyme is from somewhere out there, US

He registered on 2010-01-11 at 15:18:13, last logged in on 2010-02-25 at 14:42:38 and was last active on 2010-02-25 at 13:51:02
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Comment By sanderblome on 2010-02-16 at 04:28:50
Congratulations for winning the pretigious Golden Pen Award with "Butterscotch," a poem I like so much.
Comment By sanderblome on 2010-02-16 at 04:27:28

Comment By danny on 2010-01-12 at 16:14:35
mr. tyme, hello and thank you for the kind words, i must say i totally dig your verse, "when i look up at the night sky to look for an eternity, its the one place you might actually find it" fuckin awesome.
Comment By ataraxicstorm on 2010-01-12 at 03:46:26
Thanks for the comment, appreciated :) And welcome to the site!
Comment By Kim Keith on 2010-01-11 at 23:33:28
Welcome! Glad to have you here, glad to get to read your wonderful work.

Butterscotch

she smiles across the room and i smile back
like we're touching horizons
though, you'd say none are brighter then hers
and you wouldn't be wrong

at all

look through the periscope from my sunk-treasure soul
these waters are safe
she moves across the day so lithe, surrounded
by her long-flowing waves

of hair

and i've started from the inside out
that's what showed me the beauty of it all
now i've been washed ashore again
where i belong, where we begin

she' so lithe
and butterscotch

she glances up from her thoughts and i am pulled back
from mine escaping the season
though, you'd say none are deeper then her
almond glances and stares

into,

into the periscope of my found-treasure soul
c.p.r. by sight
her lips, her philtrum so soft even to vision
by her long-flowing wave
and her petal-soft skin

almost

almost butterscotch
and what showed showed me the beauty of her

i've started from the inside out
that's what showed me the beauty of it all
now i've been washed ashore again
where i belong, where we begin

she's so lithe
and butterscotch

and i'm barely scratching the surface, in this description
a mere glance through my periscope, into her endlessness
and you'd barely be scratching the surface,  afterall
i started from the inside out, to know what i know

she's so beautiful

© John alan Fessel

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