really? must be a good mirror....

A bashful fairy would like to profess his undying love for a certain hirsute somebody, who's snowy fur and piercing eyes make him feel all gooey inside.
I love you, Margery, and I'm truly sorry for ever wanting to kill you.

quote:

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Originally posted by: Anonymous
"february made me shivver, but the feast of st valentine is fast approaching, and it is my duty to provide you with a space on which to post your messages of love, lust and desire.
whether anonymous or signed, it is up to you.
cupid
xxx"

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just had a really good idea. i can post lots of anonymous messages to myself, to make me seem really popular.

oh, damn, i've just given it away.

quote:

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Originally posted by: shymike
"by the way, what's with the anonymous bitchy comments? there are suddenly loads all over the forum."

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*clickety*

sorted.

Every time I see you
I fall more in love
With you

You know that, don’t you?

Every time I see you
I want to touch you
Kiss you

Why are you with him?

He’ll never love you
Like I have
Do

Always Will

xxxx

here's another one.

i'm not entirely sure why i've suddenly decided to post these, seeing as i'm really shallow when it comes to who i fancy. maybe i'm just in a 'love is for losers' mood.
or maybe i'm just trying to impress all the english students with shakespeare. i have a shelf full of poetry books i looted from my grandfather's house, which have remained, unanimously, unread.
see, even inappropriate use of 5 syllable words. it must be the impressing the english students option.

in faith, i do not love thee with mine eyes,
for they in thee a thousand errors note;
but 'tis my heart that loves what they dispise,
who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
to any sensual feast with thee alone:
but my five wits nor my five senses can
dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
only my plague thus far i count my gain,
that she that makes me sin awards me pain.

Ah, more poems. I like poems. No personal messages of love or lust - but some poems, that I can do. And - you know what - I'll dedicate these to someone (in my head).

Giving Up Smoking
by Wendy Cope
There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.

You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven't finished yet -
I like you more that I would like
To have a cigarette.

Western Traveller

I'm going, I'm going,
Skipping continents and swimming oceans.
I'll take my wallet
With your passport photo;
They'll cross the world in my pocket.
I will forget you - but not for long.

I'll carve your face into the Sahara and
Leave it to blow away.
I'll find a chunk of the Berlin wall
And spray it with your name:
You will be a movement.

I'll do this, and
Breathe you into the world.
So set your stopwatch as I start to run,
And I'll come back
To stare you down
In the dying seconds of the travelling sun.

ur rite its a fantastic scene, especially the dancin along the stands n slappin security guards arses

He is a good lookin fella! me m8 actually sang it 2 another m8 of mine he was tryin 2 impress/get wi at 4 in the mornin after they had a row on a nite out, wudda been brilliant if the guy he wer singin 2 hadnt have took his ex home 4 a shag

fat biffer, above and below



-- Edited by ChipsAndLube at 18:26, 2005-02-08

This cud b amusing... I swear down u guys have got more split personalities than a certain nutter we know

Knowing this is the opening of eyes, the closing of pages,
The hypocrisy, the angel in his shaman tinted hat
That sings his songs by the frost bitten lake.

Knowing that is the tide drawn by fate, loving in earnest,
Shooting parachutes into the sky, to burn to dust,
Turn to rust, holding to hope.

Knowing you is the drawing of blinds, the screaming of spectres,
Whispering earthquakes that can hurt more than hate,
As a requiem, unrelated.

Knowing us is all i know, is all i feel, is all i breathe.
One day, smile, take off your secret mask,
Thats all i believe, all i ask.

Lv ThaiDave x

er, ok then.
richard, i think you're really fit. your boyfriend is a very lucky guy.
x

So tempted to write an anonymous message to myself to make me look good.

You are in your ascendancy
And will be, and will be, and will be...
You are the phoenix; I the dodo.
Rise, fly, leave me to die.

-- Edited by falafel at 17:17, 2005-02-14

I know that you don't feel for me
The way I feel for you.
We're good friends, I value that,
There's nothing you need do.

But as a friend I need to tell you
What is in my heart.
An unsaid truth is like a wall,
Keeping us apart.
My love for you will go nowhere,
Will just remain with me.
I'll hold it in my quiet arms
And feel it constantly.

Alice, I love you! You're the only woman for me!

.. oops. Forgot to log out.

I know who that was, I know who that was!

Can I just take this drunken opportunity to tell Sam I fancy him and that he needs to be with me, because I am the best?!!!

Aren't I?!!??!?!??!???!!??

While you're being drunk and blurting out htings you're gonna regret tomorro john, do you wanna tell me who it was please

oh, what i've read above is full of ironies, though i think they're lost on everyone but me

i'd post the objects of my affections here, though the list would probably crash the server.

anyhow, you're all gorgeous x

quote:

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Originally posted by: falafel
"I really wouldn't bother, John, I'd just nick your wallet - and anyway I'm hung like a castrato gerbil."

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I don't care :) *pang*

V. Shakespearean. Hey, this is turning into a thread for disaffected love poetry!

Here's a snippet then:

Undertow
I am a child again
And the current tugs at my feet.
I cannot swim, or not fast enough.
Soon daddy will stride in again;
Pick me up, set me down.

But the beach is empty, and I drift
Further
And further.

Yes, verily we are mr Sasha. I toyed with the word 'father' but 'daddy' is, I think appropriately cloying and distracting to shake up the tone a bit. O yea, I am truly experienced and talented in the poetic arts.

x back atcha

I would love nothing more than to take my lyre up to the Arctic and whisper sweet nothings into the ear of our favourite polar bear.

More water metaphors for the duelling banjos thing we've got going on here:

I was a boat in the empty ocean,
You, a tsunami.
We met, and with one violent motion,
You swept away with me.

I drifted with you for a spell,
Carried by your tide,
But soon your oceans ceased to swell:
Your currents quickly died.

no more than two x's, if you please - people will think we're in love

Stop it, you're disturbing my weaving. Now where did I put those enormous horn-rimmed glasses? Ah - there they are, on that rickety old rocking chair by the fireplace. Oh, shoo, moggie, you're disturbing mummy. Oh, alright, do you want a kitty snack? Here you go, have some kippers. Now don't forget to keep mummy safe tonight, safe from the nasty men who wouldn't look twice at her if she walked down the street naked with a broom tied to her haid shouting "BOB HOLNESS WAS A CVNTISH LITTLE MONG!".