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Kristy Tallman - The Poet

Kristy Tallman ~ The Poet ~Do you feel my blues...

About Me


Rebirth


Shhh - listen - can't you hear it?
A whisper hushes the voices
Calms me from the pains of life
One whisper - is all it takes.
Breathe - Breathe deeply -
Do you smell that scent?
A breath of newborn life streams through me
Intoxicating my soul
Turn off the light - give to me the darkness
Let me come to know you
As only a blind one can
Do you feel it? My hand? My fingertips -
Outlining a silloutte of shadows?
Ahhh - a finger presses against your lips
Softly soothing the voice that wishes to be heard
Hush now - no words can be spoken
For I wish to die here in the sound of your breath.
Look - look ever so hard
Against the blackness that surrounds
Watch as the spray of golden light
Shoots forth from around me
Jolts of light dashing here and there
Do you feel it - the sensation of falling Dizzy and unstable in your stance
Fall now to your knees
Pressing your head against my womb
Come inside - come find comfort
Know my pending doom
Feel my fingers streaming through your hair
Lifting upward your lips as I stand over you
Experience the hunger that devours black
As I drink from your soul
Do you feel me? Do you feel life returning?
Hush now - no words can be spoken
For I wish to die here in the sound of your heart pounding.
Do you feel it? Do you experience it?
Let yourself flow with the tingles down my spine.
Follow me deeper into the graveyard of sins
Aquaint yourself with my pain for what it has become.
Did you notice a shimmer of light
Flashing off the cold sharp metal blade
Reflecting days of old - rusted by tears?
Taste me - drink of me like wine
Smell the scent of blood
As our bodies are woven in tattered lace
Enter me and know you may never leave this place
Let me comfort you as none have done before
Hush now - no words can be spoken
For I wish to die here in the sound of your deliverance.

My Interests

Heroes:


Poem For The Moment

Fuck Him

A bit o poetry in the honor of a man who thinks he is all that an more but honestly lives within his wretched core – a dark and devious place
A wicked poison roams the earth –
a vicious cycle whirls in the wind –
a cold heart enjoys the pleasures
of pain again - like a snail a trail
he leaves behind - his path burning
with greed - fuck that mother fucker –
let's find him - seek him out of his hidden agenda –
remove the suffering he deals with each blow –
he's useless to the masses –
his inflated overrated ego –
preying upon beauty
as though he is worthy
yet he truly seeks his own
because deep inside
lives such an ugly disgusting soul –
fuck him –
fuck that mother fucker
before the next victim
he takes is your daughter –
I've watched his eyes roaming
at the ones way too young
but then the wretched soul so lost –
so left alone needs their youth
to compensate for the lack of his own –
fuck him –
fuck him over and over again
stop the vicious cycle that whirls
within his sinful soul –
this wicked man whose poison roams –
lurking –
waiting for something
he thinks will one day be his own –
ha......it won't take her long to know.....
he's not worth the grain of sand
the wind has blown........
fuck him
Chillin' With My BFF
Words That Move Me
life. bricks. wrought iron. feathers. angels. darkness. red.
Websites

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My Blog

The End of the Rope

The End of the RopeI saw you swinging from the end of a rope, you just dangled there without movement, without motion - except a fragment of a swingyou'd have to stare hard and deep to see.That must h...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:07:00 PST

A Haunting Whisper

A Haunting WhisperA haunting whisper on the wind, your name spoken a chill that brings you down because you realize she's no longer around, the insanity inside your own head brings her back again and...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:04:00 PST

A Poet Worth Getting To Know....

the rosestanding with a single rosean intoxicating aroma she breathes it in and smilesup a ways in the pathstands a man with a promiseshe takes a step forward but stopshe lifts his arm and reaches ou...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:02:00 PST

The Color of Darkness

The Color of DarknessThe darkness lifts as the light replaces what was a chill running down my spine a questioning feeling, unable to shake in the pit of my gut, a knowing I was too deaf to hear, a vi...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:59:00 PST

Don't Touch Me....

Don't Touch Me....Etta James sings a song that has been playing over and over in my head throughout the night...she sings "don't touch me if you don't love me sweetheart" and so it is there is a reaso...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:53:00 PST

Horizons

HorizonsThere's a horizon on the sunriseIt sets in east, where dance dreamsA slumber of beauty My vision when I see throughThe winds of changeNever beginning always endingForever idle never spinningA ...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:33:00 PST

Primal Dreams

Primal DreamsJanuary pounded into Februaryas March ebbed toward the edgeof a place called eternitya dreamland of sorts that neverwould I have believed existednot without you.I've sat alone far to long...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:29:00 PST

Living

Livingshe crossed her fingers kissing away the wishes that lived within her head like blowing away the white fluffy sprigs of a spring weed watching as they drifted away wondering without worry where ...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:26:00 PST

Never Really Knowing

Never Really KnowingA figment of my imagination flittered by,the corner of my eye saw you fadinginto the grayness that's the placebetween here or there - never really knowingwhereI danced to the melod...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:24:00 PST

Sea of Misery

A Sea of MiseryTime drifts slowly on a sea of miserycast out in the middle of no where,a place I've lived too many daysbut yet I'm not bitterfor the life I've been giveninstead I take stridetoward to...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - The Poet on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:18:00 PST