I like the way
Your hair slightly sits above your eyebrow
Feathered
And gathered
To frame your jokey smokey gaze
I like the way your
Cheeky reflection
Turns my staring
Into haze
I kind of love your naughty ways
I really like the amount of attention you
Put aside
Never does It slip or slide
Away from me
I like the way I can feel
And know it is only me
You see
Sometimes I wonder what it means
You have me caught in thoughts obscene
It doesn’t matter what it means
Monday, 21 December 2009
at 08:21
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Morning wood.....
May I stroke and kiss your wrinkled brow
Can I brush my lips down your prickly cheek
Can I smell your beautiful neck
And down your shirt may I take a peek
May I lick you now
Can I stroke your beating chest
Can I ease my hand upon you
And make you purr to ease your rest
Or at best
May I kiss you
at 04:04
Sunday, 29 November 2009
obfuscate
I told my feet if they didn’t mind
I had no desire to share
My life with them.
I also told this to my thighs
My elbows
Then my hair
And my toothless smile
And then
I sympathetically explained
The need for this
Bizarre remove.
The emptiness
The girly necessity
Of my smooth
It would be pure obsequies
In this groove
So I cut my nasal hair
And styled them into
A pencil moustache
Along with hairs from
My recently lady shaved
Ass
It does have an element
Of class
I sneezed
And ruined the dream
Of becoming Henry
I had great plans for him
And me
I guess I’ll just stay as
Shireen
The Henry
That will never
be seen
at 10:43
Friday, 27 November 2009
Dark
I don’t know why she turned
I felt she was gifted to me
I said something
Translucent
And obviously
But still she negates me
My advances still lay bare
Of which she denies me
Sometimes I wish I cared
As much …she
Disclaims me
Unidentified me
Imagines I’m not there
Me
Lays bare
She
No longer cares
But plays
Around
Me
Un
Follow
This
Thee
You
Cunt she
Then at least
I’ll no
Longer
Tear
and go back to being me...
at 15:48
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Bitches need not apply
Be honest
Not with me
But yourself
Speak truthfully
Understand
That game you play
With subtle smile
And glossy eyes
Why do you compete
With me?
Because of him?
That helped create
This crass display
Don’t hold my hand
And laugh with me
Finding false alliance
With my plights
They weren’t there
For you to use now
Our friendships
Lost its sight
Why when
You turn away
You look at me with disbelief
With my response
Now do I seem impolite?
I once held you
Like my child
My sister
My lover
As I would hold myself
Your turning face
Makes me cold
Your emptiness
From what we once had
Now makes you
Feel more established
Your stolen confidence
Makes you bold
Or so you’re told
You are a woman
And as a woman
You should stand by me
And never falter
From the love you
You should naturally
Hold for me
You are a woman
And you should
Lay down your life
In order to protect me
We should stand as us
And not alone
It should never
Be just me
For as women
We are we…
at 11:50
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Candles arn't so bad....
I felt depressed
So I bought a purple dildo
And a stripy duvet set
I felt so troubled
About my rising debt
I felt slightly pissed off
That the lecky man
Was going to turn off my juice
Can’t believe the trouble I’m in
I turned my duvet set into a noose
I hung my duvet noose
Over a cottage beam
What a stylish way to go
But as I stood on my Ikea Evert stool
The bloody ceiling was too low
Pulled my Soya ice-cream
Out the leaking freezer
And I lay in my low ceiling room
Wished I hadn’t chucked my cutlery out
So I used my dildo as a spoon
at 15:22
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Mail order lovers
As a teenager,
I couldn’t pull to save my life.
As an adult
not one man was interested
In making me his wife.
But laying in bed at forty
With my laptop rested
On my stretched marked gut,
I hit the return key twice
And I get fucked…..
Why thank you Microsoft
Why thank you very very much...
at 10:38
Achieved the dream....
My cheeks have been soggy all day
I keep drying them with the backs of my hand
But they in turn glisten
I wipe them on my thighs
I decided to get in the bath instead…it was easier
And it was devoid of opinion
For this I was thankful for a while
Until it rid me of moisture
Stretched marked and wrinkled in the mirror
Is this me at forty? Imperturbable was the reply
My feet flaked, my eyes inconclusive
But this is what I ordered
My limerence has defected
Not even for my reflection is it chanced
I’ve achieved the dream
At last
at 09:47
Thursday, 8 October 2009
No need for flowers....
Don’t you hate that serious poetry
Organised lines and overcompensated mean
When people wank on about the trees
With gentle kiss
And flowing hair
Where babies lie…with one eyed bears.
Don’t you hate the gentle flow of streams
A sensuous touch above the knee
A sunlit room
A moon beam glow
A smoked filled sunbeam all on show
My world doesn’t move me so
I don’t want to hear broken bodies die
Nor wonder of the movement in her eyes
Or simmer
As my heart doth cry.
When does anyone feel better
That I reveal
The tenderness
of their Achilles heal?
Lets
talk of
cock
and
have a fuck
Don’t thank me for my gentle touch
Grab hold of me, grab hold my hair
Push me and thrust till I feel fear
Make me sweat as your voice rasps in my ear
You’ll hear me scream ……when you remove your touch
You’ll feel me gush
As you release your clutch
As I fall to my side
As my pussy withdraws
No coercive rain
To know I’m yours
Between my legs
Just lay your head
For this is the place we shall call
Our bed
Can’t see the stars or the swirling night
I’m breathing heavily
Our sexual delight
As I lay
As we lay in our crumpled state
The morning will come
And we shall simply
wake….
at 08:23
Monday, 14 September 2009
She’s a beautiful baby girl…..
Do you mind if you don’t stay?
Is it ok that we don’t kiss
You’ll understand that I don’t care
Your absence shan’t be missed.
Don’t leave anything behind
Don’t seek to get attached
My heart will not release
Be happy with my snatch.
Please don’t whisper in my ear
Don’t stroke or touch my cheek
Stop smiling at me now
I find you sadly weak.
Your cabs here, on you go
Don’t look back, no longing gaze
I’m sure I’ve said before
I don’t do that love struck haze.
When he touches me I shudder
When he’s in me my body cries
Just knowing I carry his baby
A part of me slowly dies
And dies
And dies
And dies
Now ask me why?
at 18:49
My love My big_diel
We wait with bated breath…wondering at what splendor is to come…The splendor of the female form, revealed to our longing gaze. Eyes turn, hearts melt and longings are released from hiding
And once our minds remove our former selves from wanting, then intelligence of touch can exist and remain, brushing our very being
Allowing our deepest souls to escape and revel in the freedom of love, the want of desire
But why make the excuse of love? Let’s touch further the movement life can give. My voice tingles at the possibility of us…now
Wavering souls twirl and dance…reaching and retreating, fearing the embrace of love, but longing for it so
Just to see him makes me want to crawl on the forest floor to be near him, to breathe his skin, his sweat, his name. I am lost
I am lost in her gaze, but in that loss I find something more. A spark, a promise
at 18:27
Sunday, 2 August 2009
The secret of life....(written on the toilet)
I have no blame
For the shame
Of my attitude,
I am without doubt
The cause
of my loss,
I have no care
For my irrational
Behaviour
And I can
Assure you
I don't give
A toss...
I don't give a damn
For your senseless
Conversation,
I have no time
To explain
My revolt.
I don't give two shits
If they don't
Understand me
The lack of
Connections
Their fault..
What want do I have
To mislead
And misguide them,
I have no reason
To disillusion
Them so.
I've taken myself
Out of this world
They are living
They are
Pitiful
Pathetic
Arseholes.
There is no hate
In my world
And my planet,
There is no cruelty
no fights
for no one.
I am living in
Peace and
Tranquility
I look up and
I smile
At the
Sun..
I am glad
There's no cure
For such madness
I am glad
For this madness
i'm in
Thank life for
The fool you
Have turned me
I know the secret
I'm the one
With the
Grin.....
at 17:44
OH BOB !!!
Remember that man
I told of before?
Well he came to my house
And knocked on the door.
I went to my door
Which was made out of glass
I looked down below
And saw his white ass.
When he turned around
I grabbed hold of his knob
He said in a high voice
'That his name was Bob'
I let go of his knob
And said 'I was sorry'
Tears cleared from his eyes
And he said 'not to worry'.
'Can I help you'? I said
With a grin on my face
He said 'I wonder if
I may enter your place'?
I said 'I love naked men
Roam in my home'
He said 'I want your sex'
In a very low tone.
When I finished laughing
And got off the floor
I noticed the naked man
Wasn't there anymore
I checked all the rooms
Where I thought he would hide
Then I sat on the stairs
And let out a sigh
What a fool that I was
To have laughed at him so
But I didn't realise
The bastard would go
Up to this day
I still think of Bob
And wish, oh I wish
I kept hold of his Knob..!!
at 17:29
Hate
A burning feeling deep inside
Something no one can surely hide
Feeling tense and feeling mean
Wanting to let out the steam
Want to kick and want to fight
Brew and scheme your plan at night
GET YOU BACK
Revenge is sweet
Let the steam out cool the heat
Nothing is much worse in fate
Than to revenge
And let out hate...
at 16:55
To....From
Touch the part you think is me
with your voice.
Hold it a moment
mould it awhile
to more than it can be.
Give it willing, produce no challenge
to bemuse or confuse.
Take the negative and help me to banish it
from true sight
Do not compare to things that seemed
better thats passed
But make it complete by trying
to excel it to new heights.
Take it for my word
Allow it no regret
Bring it to your heart
Give it stay and not forget
Believe the feel you feel,
Wash away the doubt with pace
grant me this one wish
then please leave without a trace
To sustain will be too false
To pretend has too much pain
one life one love is all
I will
Not you
Remain....
at 16:41
If God made me
If God made me
in the image
of himself
Then God is now weeping
And I'm left
on the shelf
at 16:24