I thought I’d succeed this time .
I’d die reciting poetry under my favourite duvet ..
Perhaps listening to music.
Nearly ended up sectioned .
Making the most of a new day.
No serious damage except to my ego.
I’ve never felt so ashamed at failing to take my own life as this attempt.
Why ? Cos I’m still fucking here.
Apologising to people for not wanting to be here.
Time to keep going.
Moving to a new home is a priority..
This house is a poltergeist.
It feeds my need to keep bleeding.
I love my husband
My mommy & daughter.
3 good reasons to state that I’m
*Inspired by Gustav Klimt’s ‘ The kiss’*
Be the prick
Be the swollen lips
Be the trickle of blood sauntering down her pale leg.
Treat her fragility -with vagile virility – trust in her own common sense.
Let her open up to you
Let her tease you into bed, out layered by peels of laughter.
Perhaps you find yourself lying up looking at her naked body, legs astride your torso in your bed head.
Don’t try to stop her from controlling the ride.
Sadie’s on top
you best stay on her appealing side.
Reason shuts down – arousal highjacks all senses.
an Amygdala orgasm- hands reveal the disguise no pretences.
Light strokes vary speed and pace.
Exposed to surrender at near glimpses of skin covered in see-through lace.
Cleansed and tainted from the dance of sentients
Sweaty, ruddy bare cheeks, clothes abandoned, sheets ruffled into a dazzling fusion.
Eye to eye contact threatening on impact
Discard pained thoughts numbed by this oxytocin released from incarceration.
Sadie’s initial taunts inspired events such as this audacious body gratification.
Whiskers of petit amours raise to embrace all sensation.
Blood whips around a framework
Frenetic climax into a bewildered orgimi of elation.
Beating hearts enthral Sadie to linger.
All mighty mother nature – gave us each blessed finger.
Sadie gives what she feels can un-ribbon her mask of distrust.
Less than few broke her hymen soul – merging adoration and lust.
Needs fulfilled. Fuck pillow talk.
don’t ask her how it was.
See her eyes, see her smile, see?
Her face won’t betray her mind.
indifferent to praises of technique.
Trust that Sadie’s tasted delicacies never to discover again
Tongue provokes once soft nipples – get it right.
you will know by instinct if this entices her.
All-time suspended from her world,
You may lose yourself too
entangled in limbs.
Sadie need not hear your confession – though she smiles at the gesture.
She knows your lip service is filled with the original grace of binding hymns.
Comely are those creatures features when treated with respect.
Learn to appreciate a woman.
Learn to appreciate art.
Learn what is and isn’t a subject.
Study her until she catches you out
Especially when you least expect it.
A conjurer of a finely dressed tables
in a laboratory with you as her primary objective.
Endowed with abundant pleasure
A pinch of naive seduction
That look, you wonder –what could she be thinking?
Maybe you’re to busy having a good time to think.
Maybe she stops mid-thrust curiosity aroused
Out loud you hear -What are thinking about?
Maybe you fill her with expectations
A moment of temporary heady delight
A moments reprieve from her slumber
Facedown femme fatale floats
Over Imbibed in the river of Styx.
Yes, wouldn’t you..?
What I mean to say is….Will you? Please ……
What are you doing?
Yes… Down there. I tower over you enough when you aren’t half bent and crooked…
Half bent? What is that supposed to mean?
Half bent! You have that look… that thing those people -how do you say it?- Oh, I don’t know airy and breezy…
Is this a joke? Are you really enjoying this?
I would ask you the same question. Last time I checked you were not the person I see before me…
And what person is that?
Not this – it’s so ………….so ………… unnatural. For you, I mean.
Well, I know I’ve never been conservative but unnatural?
Rather liberal I would say.
Ma Cherie, Will you?
Will, I what?
Will you come down to my level of thinking?
Are you sure you are not possessed?
I think you have confused me with some character. I’m not quite sure what it is you imply…
Look! I will come down to your level and tarnish my finery, on one condition…
Anything. of course!
Ask me the question again?
The.. Which one?
Oh the heavens, this will never wash out -the first one!
Oh, of course. Will you?
You will – this is just marvellous!
If what? I beseech thee.
If I say I will: will you promise to remain the Gayest fiance there was ever born?
Gayest? Have you lost you….. I am a full-blooded Alpha. Is this a joke?
No. Just No.
If I say I will -will you continue to be the Gayest man I have ever seen?
Well, my love. Don’t mind if I get up off my knees- I need to think about this.
I said yes, I will!
You are mocking me.
No. I love to see the way you look at me – T’is the gayest I have seen you yet.
Will you? , it is just Darling.
I think, ma Cherie. I think I need to, uh, communicate a little better..
If you say you will, you may kiss me.
If I may say….. K- cos I b like MindFuck. gotta chillax with my bros in a mo, my answer is mb.
MB? Another mighty bastard
(Doesn’t it suck that we use text lingo instead of proper language these days)
*writing to recover-writing to remember who I am. Writing and shrugging off the insults of so-called friends/family
The drole of this world’s a part of my repertoire
Seek it out
I observe the stars bluster out a cosmic sigh
Sun ushers in to greet me then say to me high
Sunshine deflated-slips behind
Coy eyelashes flicker
An elusive goodbye
Landscape sightings report the sun’s trickery
It can’t revolve above or under the sky.
Planet earth is a cookie cut out
flattened into shape
Dictated to — its norm of a lay by
infinite stutters unlace
creating ripples across the water
wanton to view her beguiling manner this eve
Don’t watch this space
It leaves room for an innuendo
budgie budgets cos it’s an indie myna on the fly by
Gutted cos this reads across as a novice flatulently windy
Lost confidence in his nature.
Stole a spirit
it wasn’t even mine
Finale parts the legs of barbie inbreds in-laws.
underwear-blatantly reveals the remnants of a hookah smoky blows
secreting a house ablaze
brush off an ashen doll-
vented as Cindy.
Quality remains third-degree sightless
to the echelons taken over in a hazed quantity;
I think I died.
I have imposter syndrome
These words dictate I’m a genuine illiterate.
Forgive me for attempting to write
I forgot about that critter sitting amongst its fellow mate-the 5 10 midget
Oi ‘Arry Potter quick diversion tactic-start finding the golden quidditch
Today’s creative writing prompt was tough. It may
not be great a catastrophic arrangement of words but at least I had a go 😉
For today’s poem, use at least three of the six words listed below in your poem (title counts). Three is the minimum, but you know I’m going to try use all six of these:
Starry Intentions forgotten -blamed the sidereal;
Diminished hope hides a worthy recruit.
Bribe a whippoorwill -reclaim my song
for if lost -renders me carbonless.
insight’s breathe revitalises my garden
compact within . Evaluated beliefs reveal magnetic strength .