Trixsie's odds and ends

[Tim Siguire]

stabbed in the eye? Thread, a dream? Realization of not being able to reach someone? Hmmm... that knife and eye thing gets me the most.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Lol, yeah.  Didn't see that coming, amirite? 

[Trixsie Vixen]

Deciduous friends
Always find their own season
Everybody leaves

[Trixsie Vixen]

Whatever I try, when I succeed, I fail
Wherever I travel I see the same places
Why do kitsune have more than one tail?
They need them all to cover their faces.

[Tim Siguire]

Morning, Trixsie... or for you, good nighttime.
Cool poems.

[Trixsie Vixen]

You think the truth is real?
Do you think or do you feel
That a lie must then be false?
A march and a half is just a waltz

[Tim Siguire]

Mental Check. Is it money or a review?
 Let a friend do it. Its good for you!

A two line quicker for you.
Yeh, a nice little head check from the one and only Siggy.
How ya holding in? If any extra details, shoot a PM.
Pronounced PUM, lol or comment in my thread. Its as private as ever.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Tim, Tim
You must know him!
Both shy and bold
With a heart of gold


Have no fear
A sympathetic ear
Has this loyal friend
When a PM you send

[drakewithout]

Sly foxes dancing near
Neither hears what you hear
Clever thinkers
Spun tail masters
Don’t bother NOW to fear
Your already far to near

[Trixsie Vixen]

Your face fell into shadow
Did I do something wrong
Was my needy tone too harsh
Or my clingy text too long

Whence came this shadow
To a face so darkness free
Did it hide behind your halo
Or did I bring it with me

A cloud passed overhead
And took with it your shade
Phantom lines, your smile's veil
Reveal your love, my day's made

[Tim Siguire]

Dish one... dish one right here.... dish one here looks like a confusion and slight fear.
You wanna know if youre the cause or if the person was always like this. I velieve thats what the poem reads as.
I believe thats how it translates. Or maybe, someone is hiding and you want to coax them out?
Who knows.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Pretty much on the money Tim.  My whole life is confusion and slight fear now

But, it's worth it

[Trixsie Vixen]

I walk the den
Darkness eats all sound
Dust coats the debris
Debris litters the ground
No ghosts haunt it
They all died again
But I will not regrieve them
Whatever and ever, amen

[Trixsie Vixen]

Get out of my head!
That's what you said
Not with those words
But that's what I heard
Stay out of your past
Wow, it got cold fast
I reach out, you balk
So then we don't talk
And I find other ways
To be part of your days
When it suits it's fine
But woe if I cross a line
An invisible divide
Would you rather I'd lied?
Or am I being hanged
For the assholes you banged?
Or is it just for crimes
I committed other times
Like Capone's tax evasion
Threats are a bully's persuasion
Well, if I up and walk
Don't expect to talk
The train'll have left the station
It was never masturbation
But I'll just up and go
And you never know... but you'll wonder

[Tim Siguire]

A ghost stares and floats.
he patrols gently.
carefree, loving;
(observant)
Subservient