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.

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 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)

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.

BETTER GET YOUR HOOKS IN HER!

BETTER GET YOUR HOOKS IN HER!

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.

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.