GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN: Please Don’t Judge Me

She’s SO UNUsual❣️

GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN:
Don’t Judge Me

Didn’t confess or seek permission,
Declare Intentional Omissions,
Or Explain away the Contradiction
Of Holidays served up without Tradition.

Guilt and Shame Know No Partition.
Honor Doesn’t Grab Attention,
Forcing Hands & Hearts
To Part the Seas
Convincing Me I Must Depart.

Please Don’t Advise,
I’ll Still Embark;
Fresh and free right from the Start
To build my life on Sin commission;

Tell the Truth and Live the Lie,
While Denied Rumors don’t Supply
Consensus of Deserved Conviction
Sustained in Courts of Closed Opinion.

The Dividends of Vulnerability

THE YIELD OF VULNERABILITY

I prefer to pen thoughts painfully,
Shine a Beam Internally,
In my search to Find in Me
Ghosts lurking Hauntingly.

Plagued by the Poisoned
Parts
Our Hearts
Were Forced To Feed and Eat;
Opened wounds non-surgically
Flood facts Indiscriminately,

Hoisting Pain On YOU From ME,
Always or Temporarily.
It’s worth the Cost:
“Expensively Vulnerable”

Pays Returns Quite Handsomely;
The End Result Astoundingly
Clears my Slate and Sets me Free
Of Forced Expectation

Regrets, Forgets, and Lapse of Judgment
The Only Fly in THIS Fly’s Ointment
Oft-pronounced; to all announced
Flies of Flawsability

I owned them all so selfishly.
They now Present Invisibly
So I’ll Hold in my Broken
Parts
Under-Skin and Close-to-Heart.

My heart holds many
Ready Stores
Of love I’ve searched my whole life for:
So Why’d I’d Never
Look Inside before?

My heart holds many
Ready Stores
Of love I’ve searched my whole life for:
So Why’d I’d Never
Look Inside before?

The Time I spent on Introspection
Burning back through Much Reflection
Is Priced real Cheap; it’s Paid Repeatedly
Freely-Offered Fresh Beginnings

Invite Hopes I hope not Jaded,
Too Sun-Bleached or Over-Faded;
Pay Any Price for Inner Peace
With dividends long promised
Me;
My Investment? Self-care-ish
Time I Spent on Therapy.

The Biggest Yield?
I’m free to Feel
And Self-Reveal
What Conceals
Within my poetry:
It Shines a Beam
As Friendly Monsters Kindly
Split the Tab ‘twixt YOU and ME.

Take an Old Bite of This Recent Favorite

“Wasted Time is all The Same.”

TIME TO WASTE, ALL THE SAME’

I don’t have the time to WASTE
Of all the days:
NOT TODAY!
WASTEd time I cannot face.
I cannot WASTE my time today!
I’ll Lose the Saving of my Face,
Vilify my self-disgrace;
I must not NOW procrastinate
With all this time I seem to WASTE!
WASTE-ing time on every day!
I ONLY have myself to blame
For WASTE-ing time in such a way!
Apparently I’ve lost all Trace
Of All I planned to do and say
Before REFUSE-ing out the WASTE,
Causing me to turn up late
As All Whose Time was spent to WASTE
Abandoned Plans fucksaked away
By My Selfishly-Delayed
Payment for the Time You Paid.
About this Price I Never Paid?
I Spent It All on WASTE Today;
You were Patient All the Same,
And Never Bothered to Complain.

Getting a Clue

GETTING A “CLUE”!

Given the rise in popularity of the “True Crime” genre of entertainment, I decided to improve the Clue board game.


It didn’t seem – to ME, at least – that the theoretical mansion was particularly large or the theoretical murderers particularly adept. I decided to improve your play by adding new rooms (“crime scenes”) and killing objects (“murder weapons”). My generosity isn’t endless, however, so you’re still stuck with Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard.

CRIME SCENES:

Attic
Breakfast Room
Cabaña
Den
Eat-in kitchen
Family Room
Gym
Hobby Room
Indoor Pool
Java [the] Hut
Kitchen
Laundry
Media Room
Nursery
Office
Pantry
Quarters
Rumpus Room
Sunroom
Toilet
Underground Pool
Vault
Walk-in Closet
Xylophone Jam Room
Yard, Front/Back/Side/Prison
Zen Garden

MURDER WEAPONS:

Antifreeze
Bare hands
Candelabra Dagger
Electricity
Fire
Glass
Heroin
Icepick / Innuendo Jackknife
Kill Kit / Kindness Louisville Slugger
Mixed Martial Arts
Necktie
Overdose
Plutonium Quill
Rattlesnake
Sword
Talons/ Taser
Uzzi
Vibrator, X-tra Large Water
Y-incision
Ziplock Bag

P.S. YOU’RE WELCOME!!

The Hand

The Hand


I used to be a Somebody
Who’s now content as Nobody
She sits around and speaks in Rhyme
To herself for ALL the time.
Does she burn with growing madness?
Or are Much Words a sign of Gladness?
I will never understand;
I’m just the owner of the Hand.

(Thanks @xposureon for the photo)

COLD TO TOUCH

You think your secrets Terrify
Though I have not a clue to Why;
You think I can’t exist without
It Tears me up then brings me Home.
Home to find You in my bed,
Dreaming of a Love so dead
To You, it has been quenched of Fire.
Once convinced to burst in Flame,
Now Inspiring Cold-to-touch
Weaponry to thwart Desire
And Broken, grasp at Any Crutch.

(Thanks for the use of your photo, @aaronburden)

Generational Alphabet: Medium & Longer

GENERATIONAL ALPHABET

Gen A Means Androgygny.
Gen B: Bra Misogyny.
Gen C for All Cat Ladies.
G GenDer: Fluidity.
Gen Weird: Camp “Nuditity”.
Gen K for the Key Parties.
Gen P Parties Heartily;
Gen T those darn Tea Parties!
Gen U’s for the Underdog.
Gen V is for Vampire Love.
Gen Z: Zest most Youthfully.


EXPANDED GENERATIONAL ALPHABET‼️

Gen A Means Androgygny.
Gen B: Bra Misogyny.
Gen C for All Cat Ladies.
Wouldn’t wanna hit the the sack
With Gen’s D’s Double-Whammed Attack.
F GenDer: Fluidity.
Camp Weird: Gen “Nuditity”.
Gen K’s for the Key Parties.
Millennials have Lost their Keys
And Gen Me’s still a Mystery.
Gen P Parties Heartily;
Gen T dumped those Tea Parties!
Gen U’s for the Underdog.
Gen V is for Virtual Love
As well as Vulnerability.
Gen-X Longs for “Much More Sex.”
Gen Z’s Name is often “ZANE;”
Lives filled up with Zestful Days.
What Letter do you then select,
Grasp at straws then hunt and peck,
When New Gens Hit with fresh Impact?

The First Only Child.

THE FIRST ONLY CHILD

I’ll admit you spoiled me a little, with your outrageous-ridiculous-silly-goofy-adorable gestures of Nothing Other than You were Thinking of Me.

You treated me in the indulgent way parents indulge their First Child while she’s their Only Child.

I loved every minute of it. To this day, I still miss You like The First Only Child misses Yesterday.

I’m NOT a trust fund, Babe!

I’m no trust fun babe;
I’ll have to trust,
Trust at least,
Or at least enough,
To trust the reason
You’re with Me
Isn’t because you believe
I’m a tree in full spring leaf
Growing stores of EverMoney.
Didn’t Mama tell You, Honey?
You don’t wanna Gal who’s Made of Money!
They fend and cope like No One Else.
And even just the Rich at Heart
ALWAYS set themselves Apart
By the Way They Love Themselves❣️
So I must trust for US “What’s Best?”
Is: Grow your Money for Yourself!