Month: July 2013
RAMBLING POST
Not rambling, Expressing
I am a poet because I suck at writing. This post tells someone a lot about who I am in relation to the blogospher. And there are a lot of great blogs mentioned. So, in a way this, is my appreciation rant revisited.
I wrote this while half asleep. This is what I write when I just need to write. I am not proofing it…because I am too tired. But it was a purge of sorts…a way for me to write my appreciation for those that mean so much in this whole blogging life. If I didn’t mention you it only means I need more sleep.
I am one of those people that can see and find the good in anyone so it isn’t surprising to those that know me; I will befriend anyone. I ask a lot of…
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Sexy Short
It has been a long day. At the end of a day like this, you want nothing more than to come home to some loving arms and special attention. You come into the house and I can see that you are weary, like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. It’s time for me to take care of you.
You walk to the sofa and collapse in exhaustion. I’m in the kitchen, grabbing you a beer and giving you a moment to decompress.I take my time and then I hear you.
“Come to me baby.” I walk into the living room with your beer and climb onto your lap. I rest my head on your chest and sigh as your fingers stroke through my hair. You drink your beer and we sit there in silence. I can feel your body slowly starting to relax. You finish your beer and…
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Owned
Owned, wonderfully written
I have no shame
I have
no shame
the bastard
asked for it
Nobody else
to blame
the fucker
had it coming
As I rest
where he lay
at my feet
cock still seeping
He lies next to
his deceit
her cunt
still dripping
I have
no shame
no more time
for stupid games
He knew
who I was
as I light
his last Cuban
He knew all along
what he was doing
How could he not
know that his cock
was in the wrong pocket
He had to have known
that I’d smell his lies
How could he not
know that I gripped
his now smoking pistol
I have
no shame
tipping his hat
adorning her pearls
Nobody else
to blame
I just did
what every
self respecting
girl deserves
I’m Selfish #Poetry #ASMSG #SelfAwareness
Honesty abounds
Self-awareness…
I learned it after the first few heart breaks
I wasn’t going to have another reason to ache
I discovered I love too easily,
I give too much,
and I no long am a butter fly that wishes to fly
Self-defense…
I learned it after the first few beatings
I wasn’t going to have another reason to ache
I listen for pitches in voice to change,
the posture of body,
the veins popping out in the neck.
Self-preservation…
I learned it after the first few times I was let down
I wasn’t going to have another reason to ache
I hold less stock in words than actions,
we teach people how to treat us,
and life isn’t a fucking bowl of cherries.
Self…
Is the root word of selfish …
If being self-aware leads to self-defense, which then leads to self-preservation makes me…
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L’envie
”L’envie de faire glisser mes doigts jusqu’a ta pussy pendant que tu dors encore“
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