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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2019 9:24 pm

"It's Personal."

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I recommend everyone have a blog so that others can contact them.

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2019 7:16 pm

Critical Poetry Thoughts

Someone criticized my poetry,
He said he could not understand it
He said that it did not make sense
He said that it is kind of juvenile
As I make it like a conversation.

Oh really well let me tell you what I really think!
I don't really know why I write poetry this way.
I just began and it is hard to change.

This person suggested I need to add description
That I had to add visuals
That I had to describe the senses
That I had to let people feel for themselves
And not tell them only how I feel.

But like a zebra
If I were to be covered in white paint
Eventually the stripes would reappear
As the paint would fade.

Nature has many an animal that has spots
Supposedly they cannot change them
Should I count myself in their kingdom?
But I have many more facets as I am a human.

Oh then there is that lizard
Made famous by Boy George and Culture Club,
Come on and sing it!
I know you want to!
quot;Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Chameleon".
Its skin changes with its surroundings.
Oh were I that adaptable!
Perhaps some day I will be.

But now that I have vented,
Now that my pot has gone from boiling to simmering,
I will just tell myself in a soft whisper.
It is all good.
It is actually constructive criticism.
It is just an added piece of wisdom
To which I can pick at as I please.

I may one day write a poem with just imagery.
I may one day write a poem that does not voice,
the way I speak,
I may one day write a poem that does not rhyme at all.
Who would I be then?
Would I still be me?
Oh seriously,
I am not that dense
I am just going through the motions
Until this poem ends.
The Suffering Could Be Severe A Poem
Posted:Sep 21, 2019 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2019 2:02 pm

The suffering could be severe
When the leaving happens
The response to my gift
Once given being taken.

Ephemeral art thou love
Of the flesh
Love of the mind lingers
Much longer
Than a caress.

Should I confess
That love of the mind?
Or should I keep it to myself.
For fear that you would
Not give that affection?

It is pathetic that I should hide
But that is what arises
From a love that is unrequited.
The heart of infatuation.
To play with the object
Before the object
Wants to be known
As a willing
And equal subject.

The suffering could be severe
But will it be worth it?
Will the memory of his lips
His touch, his intimate acts
The gifts that I can treasure
Outweigh the
Of the pain that is subsequent?
Cutting Out These Images. A Poem
Posted:Sep 21, 2019 1:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2019 6:34 am

Just to to feel your skin
Once against mine
Your lips
Your hands
Your legs
Just once
To satisfy
My curiosity.

I can't get the image
of my head
Of your mouth
Fastened to my breast
Sucking as you look
Up at me
Your eyes gleaming
So filled with lust
Almost red.

You and I have never met.
Our future meeting is
Very much in doubt
Due to your actions
So these visions
Are going to be
Figuratively left
On the cutting room floor
At my direction.
He Thinks With His Cock A Poem
Posted:Sep 20, 2019 5:21 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2019 12:05 pm

Days go by
And no word from him
And then he texts hey
In response to texts
From me that were
Of a playful nature.

I ask him what
He is doing tonight.
He proceeds to tell me
Probably fucking
A gapped leg milf,
Skinny as hell,
Flat chested and
Needs a big dick.
Yup folks I could not
Make this shit up
If I tried
It sounds like something
A guy from high school might say
Not a guy in his mid forties.

His level of debauchery
Is way worse than I thought
There is no way I should entertain
Getting together with this neanderthal.
For as much as he thinks
He is an intellectual
He thinks more often with his cock!
Shared Some Stuff With Him. A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2019 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2019 8:22 pm

I shared some stuff with him
Some stuff that I rarely share
I think he can clearly see
How uninhibited
And passionate I can be.

He said it turned
Him on immensely.
Which made me smile
Hoping that he is
Turned on enough
That he doesn't renege
From our next
Scheduled rendezvous.
And that he shows up!
Hope And Matches A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2019 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2019 11:10 am

I will play with fire
Those matches
And their spark
I will see what
It is all about.

You see I did learn
Once upon a time
Lessons of pain
And getting burnt
But they were
So very long ago
Perhaps I need
A refresher course?

I am a big girl
I have been down
Many a road
With many a twist
And turn
But the little girl
She is inside there still
Wondering if there is
Any truth to fairy tales
Of happily ever after
And love
And pots of gold
At the end of rainbows.

Hope and matches
So close in actions
When it comes to
Certain involvements.
I will not be surprised
If the sparks are great
And then out goes
Their flame.
But maybe just maybe
A flame stays lit
Ever so slight
Like a pilot light
Awaiting it's need
To provide warmth
And heat
Once again.
Less Than My Best. A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2019 2:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2019 2:47 pm

He remembers
When I was better
In a better mood
In better spirits.

It is a good thing
He saw me once that way
For he can cut me
Some slack today.

It is true
I am less than my best
My mind not as sharp
My mood not as cool
But you won't see
Me pretend
Or act the fool.

I will just be quieter
As I am introspective.
It is how I get when
Things are bothering me.
If only I had a way to deal
With such gloominess.
Have you any ideas?
It Was A Beautiful Sunset A Poem
Posted:Sep 15, 2019 8:57 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2019 8:16 pm

He said it was a beautiful sunset
But he was not seeing it with me
He was seeing it with another woman
So why was he mentioning it?
As a taunt? To needle my self esteem?
Or just to mention a natural phenomenon?
I know I was reading too much into it.
As is my wont.

But how could I not?
I wanted to be the woman
Who was by his side.
I wanted to be the woman
He was newly finished
Making love with
Who was sleeping nearby.
I wanted to be the woman
Who was with him
At that moment
Who awoke precisely
To his words
"It's a beautiful sunset."
Instead I was miles away
And reading a text
While another woman slept
Off his lovemaking prowess.

I am done.
As you can imagine.
I can't beat myself up
With his cavalier treatment
Of women who serve their
Momentary purpose.
I could be among them
I would be no better
Or no worse
Just one of them.
And it would hurt.
For I would want more.
And he would move on
To someone who has something
I don't possess.
Whatever that is
There is a long list.

And while the head was engaged
And while the heart was primed
And while the sex could have been great.
There would have been something
Absent on his end.
A sense of loyalty and devotion
That I don't know he could
Ever show anyone.
Yes, I am talking about love.
He told me he could not be
My forever love once.
When he said that
I should have
Walked away.
No, make that run.

The statement "It's a beautiful sunset."
Something I should walk off into
And not back
Thank you for the symbolism.
I still wish for a kiss goodbye.
Disengage My Dreams Of You A Poem
Posted:Sep 15, 2019 8:35 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2019 2:56 pm

Goodbye dreams of you.
Goodbye to those scenes
That my mind visualized
That my mind feasted on
Like a delicacy
So delicious
And delectable
Did they seem.

It is hard to let them go
But let go of them I must
For you must be abandoned
Like a mine that is out of gems
When in point of fact
You never were real
You were just someone
With whom I felt infatuation.
One of those figures
Of my imagination.
That my mind built up.

Now that you have
Shown your true colors
Such a trite and overused
Phrase however it is apt.
I will have to say goodbye
To you once and for all
My dreams the hardest
To disengage from.
Sapiosexual Judgment A Poem
Posted:Sep 14, 2019 12:20 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2019 5:35 pm

I wish I would have known
That little bit of information
But I think my ignorance
Was a major turn off
I was not as appealing
As you had once thought.
It is like all that stimulation
That we experienced
As sapiosexuals
Was deflated
Like a football.

I felt it.
The air was whooshing
But not actually
It was metaphysical.
And instinctive.
And my heart sunk.

Like inserting a proverbial
Foot into one's mouth
Not knowing about something
That was so culturally important
However esoteric counted
As much as a strike
To my overall
Sophistication and worthiness.

I know most might be able
To disregard this slight
And continue on
But a pretentious snob
Might not be able to do such
And so I wonder if you
Are one of them.

Can you withhold judgment
Of my lack of knowledge
Can you become the teacher
Of this subject if you find it
Of great importance?
I wish I did not have to wonder
But I do
And so time will tell
How much I will know
More of you.
My Muse Is Love A Poem
Posted:Sep 11, 2019 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2019 5:19 pm

I need that thrill
That endorphin rush
Of infatuation.
When it is absent
It is like I just go
Through the motions.

So what would you
this need?
A love addiction?
I think that would
Probably be
A good depiction.

I know when I am in
The throes of love
When endorphins
Course through my blood.
I am so inspired
I can be so effing creative.
It is my muse, is love.

Love of a person.
A man might be
Not at all like I imagine.
He might be the opposite.
But until I see the real him.
While I am infatuated
He is the object of love
And my muse
For the time being.
Vague Possibilities A Poem
Posted:Sep 9, 2019 1:40 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2019 12:01 am

This could be the week
What possibilities!
I am such a geek
To have expectations.
When I should just
Let things be.
Try and not
Force things.

How vague!
How vague indeed!
But if you knew
Of what I spoke
You might judge me
And think I am crazy!
Ha! you probably already
Came to that conclusion
I would not blame you
Could you possibly have
Some forbearance.
If I tell you that
In a week hence
I will reveal what all
This gibberish meant?

But then again
If nothing comes
Of my hopes
If I fail utterly
If I am miserable
I might not want
To reveal what
Could have been.
I might want to hold
That thought
And since it is squashed
Put it to rest
In the bin
With other trash.

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