Gone Fishin’!

I AM AWARE THIS IS A REPOST-ED DIFFERENTLY

GONE FISHING‼️

You say you don’t have time for me.
I ask Not You, But Just For Me:
Am I the Source For Whom You Seek?
Sources springing naturally,
Flowing Femininity,
Flossed LipGlossing,
Glowing Free,
Taking HerSelf-Care-ishly:
EveryBit She Claims to Be,
Quite the Curiosity!
Fish-Nets Tight Quite Stockingly,
Electric Zings Sting Shockingly,
A Mannered Faced So Prettily,
The Cleverest Mentality
And Most Exotic Personality!
Better Get Your Hooks In Her
Or I’d Not Work to Rest Assure
She’s At “Home Alone” for sure.
Better Get those Hooks in She
Or she will soon be Schoolingly.
In circles or The Shape She Wish:
In Many, Plenty Droves of Fish.

Bopping and Blogging Time After Time

HEY NOW❗️

WHAT’S GOING ON
I agree that most
GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN.

Maybe One Girl doesn’t, but
SHE’S SO UNUSUAL and
SHE BOPS all day.
Which I can only aspire to!

And let’s not forget that
I have a ONE TRACK MIND❗️
So I’ll probably be Bopping Myself soon, too.

Or at least I hope so.
THAT’S WHAT I THINK anyway.

So, I’m hoping you’ll have a
CHANGE OF HEART.

If you recall,
The last time we were “Together”,
I DROVE ALL NIGHT,
ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

To get to You,
Many times and
On Multiple occasions.

Regardless of what happens,
I’M GONNA BE STRONG.

However, I’m currently experiencing A Popularity Bonanza,
Which doesn’t change the fact that:
MONEY CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Just as I’ve predicted
TIME AFTER TIME.

Money adds fuel to latent behaviors,
Releasing TRUE COLORS info the Atmosphere
On a daily basis.

THAT’S WHAT I THINK
All over again.

At least according to
My Own Opinion, So Unusual.

SO INCULPATORY (and Histrionic)

[Or so she says]
[Hey, a Warm “ShroomFest” sounds fun!]
[Right]
[I’m still getting all these #snarky thoughts!]

SO INCULPATORY!

I said those things as Allegories.
Perhaps they were Inflammatory and Derogatory,
And even perCHANCE Defamatory?

But I serve as Official Depository
For YOUR words so Condemnatory.
It’s true I HEARD them as “Accusatory”.

HOWEVER,
From my Highly Hallucinogenically
SELF-Aware Perspective:

I find MYSELF Inculpatory
For Hiding Lies Exculpatory;
Fake-Acting, Yes, but Not Recriminatory.

So I am Seeking Damages
In Every Shape-Type-Variety.
My favorite Type’s Compensatory.

But that’s a WHOLE ‘Nother Story!
I Chose the Title for MYSELF:
SELF-Congratulatory”

THE SPELFISH BITCH

THE SPELFISH BITCH

Shouted Warnings commence to start;
They Pump my Lungs; Inhale My Heart
Into this Hour, so deep and dark;
Doubts Held and Felled by
Intention,
Grabbed and Groped from
Group Convention,
Al-Men-Ac in Defintion
States

Officially: “Some Undeservedly
Women thrive Most Certainly;
Prefer a Caged Captivity
Where you’ll soon find you’re
lulled to sleep,
Milked till Dry and Sold for
Cheap.”

This kind of Girl is never
Pleased,
She’ll Say You’re “All [She]
Wants and Needs,”
Then Pouts and Withholds
Sexually.

With Joy, Escape this Misery
Of Winters Discontentedly,
Stanch the Flow and Stop the
Bleed;
And Spare some Inner Care for You;
Love Yourself and Blah Blah, too.

Take some time to Find the Hitch
As Bugging Thoughts Raise an Itch
Too-Familiar; I Can’t Raise the Pitch
Sales and Sails in Seas so Rich
Where looking up, you’ll spy
A SPELFISH BITCH!

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.

THE LONESOME DOVE

LONESOME DOVE

Discovery swears I’m weary Now
And Then as well a Home to house
Feelings scream: Intensity!
Beg You to Reach Out for Me,
Drown Me in Dark Memory
Back when You returned My Love.
Now dicarded, Lonesome Dove.

(Photo courtesy of Emiliano Orduña)

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.

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)

WHAT A BITCH!! ♨️

That Girl Right there is One Cool Bitch.
That Bitchy girl? What a Bitch!
You don’t have to even Bitch
About that Girl
Cause she’s a Bitch.
Bitchy Girls Don’t Like to Bitch,
Play Kiss & Tell, Drink Tea then Spill
It: That’s a “Heartless Bitch.”
Say you’ll always stay a bitch
Cause each of us is “One Tough Bitch!”

The Bitchiest Bitches Ever Bitched.

EXORCISING MONSTERS

One poem led to the next today. You can see it in the last 3 especially. Which is unusual – even for a Weirdo like me.


EXORCISING MONSTERS

Efforts spent on Effervescence
Returning Yields much High Investment.
Once Erased or Out of focus,
Under-beds, when Freed of Monsters
Thoughts Untangled freely Wander
Aimlessly amble;
Freely Wonder
Far away from the Black Hole
Of “Terribilities” up below.
When thick enough to face your fears
And See What Lies Beneath Your Tears,
You’ll soon Crush with ALL YOUR Strength,
Pull the Stops and Go the Lengths,
Fearless Fears You’ll Push Against,
Escaping; Nothing Terrifies!
So Whole is Your Piece of Mind.