The Online Romance

A Familiar World   (SP Summerscales)

I just know
on this slippery
spherical
globe
the breath
of fate
or some other wind
should've blown
if only whats written
could grow wings
that  could've flown
to a turn
to a different time
where you were all mine
and I was in your world
that of my pretty girl
a dreamer I know
sorry I couldn't help it though
just kick me from this here stool
anything other than this would do
its a cruel , cruel
world of awful reality
messing with my dying
my unlawful so called sanity
you live and breathe
in a computer
thats infront of me
your pictures and words
without doubt profound
from a foreign country
in a familiar world  
without sound
but loud to me
even though your voice
has never been heard  
I hope you hear this
from me .

i love you
i know its crazy but i do
usually idont like anyone as young as you
but i love you

i have never known happiness to this degree
i have never seen you in person
i have never heard your voice in person
nor have i ever had the pleasure to feel your lips

i hate not being able to see you
i hate not being able to hear you
i hate not being able to feel you
i hate not being able to be there for you

...

you hurt me
you hurt me more than i thought anyone could
yet i still love you
why am i so weird?

i hope you enjoy. how many posts are we allowed?

Far Apart But Close At Heart

How can anyone feel this way
never even having met before

Its like
I have known you
my whole life

I feel like I can
tell you anything

You make me smile
with just one message

Your words fill my inbox
I sift through them often

After each conversation
I wonder why we could not
have met in person

I curse the circumstances
that don't allow us to be

I hate the distance
but its such a pure romance

Never having had the physical heat
yet we have melted together emotionally

We never met though

We never met though      
but the smell of your being is so familiar  
like the moldy musk of russet pages,  
of an archaic library book;  
Wells up in my blood as miasmic serenity    
   
We never met though  
But I can still feel the reserved caress on the tattoo at my back,  
The touch engraving its savvy mumble on my membrane;  
The way it Retards my conduct,    
Smothering my soberness  
   
We never met though    
But the slitting voices whisper through my ear ,  
Conspire against my neurons,  
As I hasten up being lonely into the dark lasting alley    
Rupturing my illusionary inertia.

Pravus said:i hope you enjoy. how many posts are we allowed?
 

yes I did enjoy Pravus and as many as you like :)

milkyway said:Far Apart But Close At Heart

How can anyone feel this way
never even having met before

Its like
I have known you
my whole life

I feel like I can
tell you anything

You make me smile
with just one message

Your words fill my inbox
I sift through them often

After each conversation
I wonder why we could not
have met in person

I curse the circumstances
that don't allow us to be

I hate the distance
but its such a pure romance

Never having had the physical heat
yet we have melted together emotionally  

thanks for entering milky , loved your poem

AlisVolatPropriis8 said:We never met though

We never met though      
but the smell of your being is so familiar  
like the moldy musk of russet pages,  
of an archaic library book;  
Wells up in my blood as miasmic serenity    
   
We never met though  
But I can still feel the reserved caress on the tattoo at my back,  
The touch engraving its savvy mumble on my membrane;  
The way it Retards my conduct,    
Smothering my soberness  
   
We never met though    
But the slitting voices whisper through my ear ,  
Conspire against my neurons,  
As I hasten up being lonely into the dark lasting alley    
Rupturing my illusionary inertia.

very good Rakhi , I really like this

"Sometimes I talk to my dreams"


I told him I hate   
his gung-ho spontaneity   
self-possession   
and especially his obsession   
with reality   
 
that I hate    
his ability to spin pleasure   
from naught  
even if it is due in part  
to his fine choices   
for freedom   
 
I told him I hate   
the way he coos to transience   
and reveals character   
with simplicity    
and silence   
 
But I didn't tell him aloud   
what really bothers me   
though my conscious   
could almost hear it said-   
 
I left out that I hate   
how the tensity in my shoulders   
evaporates   
when he's entered   
the atmosphere   
 
and I failed to mention  
that I hate    
when he hints the hard stuff   
because he knows    
I'll catch it   
and take it better that way   
 
I didn't tell him I hate   
that he's the primary place    
I happen upon happiness   
and inspiration   
 
And what I hate    
most of all, is that    
I'll wake   
to find him still   
a dream

The donkey and the Empress




[font=Times New Roman]'You bray like a donkey dumbo. lol.'
'No way. God! I was simply pulling
your pants, err legs. lol.'

'You are my empress. If in some alternate
reality I am the king of the cosmos then
you are my empress. For a king can have
many princesses. But just one empress.
You....'
                       -Excerpts from a chat(Distant past)



Asocial being
on social networking-

1.      Vague
2.      Hollow
3.      Distant  

with myriad scope
stumbled upon a face

angelic
telling

approached with apprehension
despite being a seasoned player
of psychology and eulogy

She talked
he spoke

he was the writer,
she was the subject

a-guinea-pig


distant
lovely

Sitting in her sprawling expanse
of expensive concrete, she blinked
while he sat on his throne
bought from a non-descript smuggler
at a profitable bargain

Two worlds
Two words

She picked and questioned

Two words gave birth to
a million more

Being a veteran player/
a habitual drifter/
a pseudo romantic

he acted like usual

She got carried away

(or maybe he did)

She smiled
and laughed
300 texts

and then she called him
(The electromagnetic signal
in between cellular phones
conveying the hope and urgency)
after he called her

Awkward silence
and euphoria
and then

1.      Words tumbled
2.      The joy knew no bounds
3.      Tears flowed
4.      Secrets were unraveled
5.      Hearts were opened
6.      Emotions poured

The clock ticked away

harmonized  
ethereal
eternal

He was happy
She seemed happy

But the truth that floated above
them-drunk in bliss-screamed
The perfect life is never perfect

May be it was too loud  
for them, to hear
and then they did

d
r

i

f



t


The discovery-
painful it was

And they told themselves-

Us-totally-wrong-for-each-other

The bitterness-

1.      ate
2.      corroded
3.      maimed

She kept on drifting

Was she ever really there  
in the first place?

Who will answer
and who will question
and why    

Soul asylum is dark
and his soul is trapped
as she drifts beyond
the event horizon
sucked into the pulsar
of life-perfect and waiting

The idea of which  
he could not understand
the prices being the variant
quoted on a square feet of concrete
that reflected so much
in the psyche

Is she gone
Is she here
W h e r e

The deafness of silence
The darkness of brightness
Coexisting melancholy
with chemical euphoria

Life
Love  
or the absence of both

Fulfilling emptiness.[/font]

Interesting...

Paul,me glad you did like it.

AlisVolatPropriis8 said:We never met though

We never met though      
but the smell of your being is so familiar  
like the moldy musk of russet pages,  
of an archaic library book;  
Wells up in my blood as miasmic serenity    
   
We never met though  
But I can still feel the reserved caress on the tattoo at my back,  
The touch engraving its savvy mumble on my membrane;  
The way it Retards my conduct,    
Smothering my soberness  
   
We never met though    
But the slitting voices whisper through my ear ,  
Conspire against my neurons,  
As I hasten up being lonely into the dark lasting alley    
Rupturing my illusionary inertia.


I want it in my reading list!

Cybernetic Romance

Sunrise on the Eastern Sky
As it crawls to midnight in yours
A yawn and a good morning
I whisper as I log on
I see your name and I smile
My beloved is online

A smiley, a hi
And we are both on high
Romance in the air
We are, in datas
That tick and click into the bank
Of the CPU

I gaze and adore your avatar
A knight, a smith
A bard, a minstrel
A man, a lover
A messenger so swift
A poet of old

You speak your mind
I understand
You pour out your heart
Shaking me to my core
For you say without constraint
What need to be said…

Your wish for love
For truth and honesty
For adoration sent from up above
Your need for togetherness
Your need for surcease
Of life’s unhappiness

You say them all
To me without restraint
Your likes, dislikes
Your needs and wants
Your desires
Your aspirations

We talk of love
Of loving and giving
Pleasures and delights
In our worldly realms
Of dreams of fulfillment
And a coming together

The night grows old
And hanker for dawn
We say goodnight
A smiley on hold
A click, a waving smiley
Computer shutdown.

Stranger? i see no danger

i can only talk
and never to see
no flesh, just a picture
but anyway, It tells something to me
I can't always be sure
what you tell me Is true
but for some strange reason
I know I can trust you
If only I had a friend like you
In real life
no confusion
hate, or need of strife
even If we are never to meet
I know that you'll always be there
and I'll find the time too
to make sure that I care
so some kind of stranger
let me look into your eyes
don't give whys and wherefore's
reason or surprise