whispers sphinxradio i'm not very subtle when trying to tell a secret. i always seem to arouse someone else's curiosity. i like the secrets that aren't really secrets at all, the thoughts i share when half_asleep on the couch. 011112 ... Encased in Ivory No one has blathered here? Whispers like rose petals. But no one comments here? Whispers like dewdrops. Candy coated. Chocalate covered and cream filled. Yet no one blathers on whispers... 020131 ... Mahayana [whisper 2 me and you shall surely awaken the fuzzies within] [whispers] [trance-like states] [tempos] [rising & falling] [tempos] [soothing solace] [whispers] [trance-like states] [whisper me] [whisper 2 me] [ 2 me ] [2...me...] 020131 ... reitoei dreams tenous fog grazing my ears ...this food...he......monday........phone....I.. ................. 020131 ... Grievance They found my heart, aching intolerance upon the strings of my raining ribbons of faith. Sighing integrity and aligning myself to my desires. Open carriage upon midnight, we saw the falling star open the moon, and the whispers through the trees seething on bending knees left us there to contemplate the whispers of our own potential. 020131 ... green eyes i used to hear voices in my mind i wouldnt call them vocies the doctors called them that, i'd call them whispers, faintly telling , i listened. my whipers are gone now. i can almost say i miss them. i felt special with my whispers 020225 ... xedaspuc Of black rain through the strong death-storm, no turning back from that which we have begun 030321 ... gwyllynne the wind toys with cascading hair...flowing.... the wind caresses....softly...knowing.... and the words were spoken....half forgotten......reverently whispered....a promise....a vow.....and the words drifted...in the wind......the wind toys with cascading hair....... 031213 ... pipedream what came out when i'd like to have sung my voice to the skies only so you could hear it. 031213 ... love & hate Ignore those wispers that you hear from our friends. They are just jelous of what we have. They dont understand what we have. They dont like others being happy. They want to see us die. They want to see us fall. They want to crush our spirits. They want to fuck everything up. They want to destroy everything. They want to take away the only thing that makes me happy. Please, ignore those wispers and think of our love. 040418 ... girl_jane Whispers are more fun when you really don't have to whisper. They have can have different qualities to them-sweet or sexy-harsh or soft... Even though they're quite doesn't mean they can't get the point across. 040422 ... illusionary_reality the wind whispers to me...i whisper back. we have our own secrets you see. and our whispering has that magical quality, which sends messages through whole dimensions, and makes me wonder why the whole world doesn't take to it as well. it would be less noisy, would it not? 040426 ... puredream "Do you know what precum is?" "Love you..." 040604 ... twice your experience *blushes* *asks again* 040607 ... inane stutterer I could propobably geuss for you 040611 ... Forming Mind whispers in the wind. tickle my neck and warm me inside-out. I close my eyes and could listen all day to the whispers. 041213 ... Turkey Quiet. Soft. Floating through the air to caress an ear. It tickles, and the ear is pulled away, long hair floating behind. The whisper returns. Coaxing, persuading, soft and beguiling. "Will you come? Will you come away? Do they see you? I see you clearly. Do they hear you? I hear you clearly. Come with me. Come." Aquiescence. 050324 ... K@T in the H@T you can't bury these whispers in your usual dirt the empty clothesline and that never-answered phone give them away like fake flyers for a concert of silence at night, underground i've washed your thorns and painted them nicely but i'm still bleeding and somehow you still laugh don't tell me what i'll get over and when your hidden doors and vague slanders cripple you with invisible i'd cry but i hardly exist anymore 090912 ... Jurisprudence In every room and on so many objects I hear them now Can almost see it The spot on the couch where you sat silent and wept into your drink Ashes from your cigarette smoldering tiny holes into your shirt Your bed whispers of sadder things to me It beckons me to stay and keep you gently enfolded It recalls your fitfull sleeps of sweat and crying out to wake Only when standing in the kitchen do the cabinets murmur of hope and focus They give thanks for a burning incense stick or steam from freshly ground coffee beans I want to pace back and forth in a rhythm to soothe so the whispers might Giggle 090912 ... K@T in the H@T you can't bury these whispers you can't bury these whispers in your usual dirt the empty clothesline and that never-answered phone give them away like fake flyers for a concert of silence at night, underground i've washed your thorns and painted them nicely but i'm still bleeding and somehow you still laugh don't tell me what i'll get over and when your hidden doors and vague slanders cripple you with invisible i'd cry but i hardly exist anymore 091026 ... Jurisprudence Did I imagine them or did you really say The Words Did I dream it or did you really ask for Me Oh but wait... That was last week and last week is gone 091027 what's it to you? who go blather from