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Long poem by JW Earnings | Details |

It's ME, not YOU

It's You, Not Me 

*this poem can be offensive and has naughty words*

It's all my fault
I put a gentle halt
I'm cold in my skin
You are warm with anger, disappointment and sadness from deep within

It's me, not you...it's not you, it's me 
This is the hardest break up I've ever done till I'm gone
Forgive me, that's my prayer plea
This is a battle of life and death never, ever won 

I don't wanna keep bringing you down...Can I have at least a month's break from dating and be single for the time being?I promise I won't get positive HIVI won't have unsafe sexI'll be hanging out with people as friends and that's it or FWBI just need time to get myself more serious in a relationshipI know we were gonna hang out and have a good time! The usual yeah I get it, but this is me speaking and not the bipolar.It's not your fault I'm making this decision or my fault. You didn't do anything that made me do it.I just need a vacation and have more freedom ...to give others a chance.Can you love me still as a friend? Could we be friends again and be close still...? Friends with benefits perhapsBecause I'm not ready for commitment and no, im not gonna be a slut because my decision is final.Don't make me feel guilty or make me feel like "oh, you just lost a very great person". My family doesn't even trust you. :( it's sad! I'd rather be with a girl than to go through all this shit just to be with a guy I still love with all my heart. I know we had sex, but it doesn't mean you own me until we get married.And no...it just won't work out. I'll have to break up with you only for this month or for as long as we see fit...Yes, I was on those dating and sex apps yeah yeah I'm sorry for cheating...and letting you down and being abusive to you. But, some things you do is offensive to me and I'm sensitive. I need someone who cares about m my feelings, not only sex.So this is it. X( Bye. I love you. It's best if we don't talk

It's me, not you...it's not you, it's me 
This is the hardest break up I've ever done till I'm gone
Forgive me, that's my prayer plea
This is a battle of life and death never, ever won 

I appreciate the things you did for me! Thank you very much 
I love you friend but only as a friend because I don't want to date anyone or be the slut you thought I was before. You said I was reverting to my old ways, but this year, I want to start new...so sorry our relationship didn't work out till my birthday as expected. I'm serious about this decision...I love you, but I have to dump you because I care for you and your religion and mine too goes against homosexuality and that goes by everyone I associate with too on those apps. I'm not supposed to be on those apps in the first place.
If you want me back, know that my love towards you more than friendship is no more. I can't handle seeing you hurt by my mistakes...and getting frustrated with me and calling me names and reminding me of the past.
Don't hurt yourself. 
Don't...hurt...myself...
Don't kill yourself. 
Don't...kill or thrill...myself...
If I heard you did, I will do it too don't do it
I love you but this is my last good bye - thanks for being faithful, loyal, awesome, generous and loving. But I must go...I have put you through so much already, so let's just be friends.
Don't beg to be any more than friends or I'll block you. :/
I'm not trying to sound mean or anything but I love you and thats is why I did this - because it's good for both of us not to be together. It was just not meant to be.
Pardon my long messages. I must depart. Be single. Be a free bird, embracing it's independence without limits or barriers to fly into.
I felt trapped when we were together and I like open relationship rather...but I've learned from this experience and it's not all for not...I just need to do repentance to the Lord Most High and put it in His hands
You wanted to leave me deep down I know it.
It's the real me talking, not bipolar like you said.
I don't want to hurt you, but to fix things up a notch. Breaking up is for the better good. Holding on to you will be for the worse good.
Thanks for being the best boyfriend I had so far...but I need release and you drove me nuts like a car...
You ran me over with words of plenty and of silence in between relentlessly and recently, I took advantage of you and was a free loader back then and vise versa 
Well, goodbye, friend and lover
You and I can find yet another

It's me, not you...it's not you, it's me 
This is the hardest break up I've ever done till I'm gone
Forgive me, that's my prayer plea
This is a battle of life and death never, ever won 

Before I crash down upon the floor in shame,
I'm recollecting the emotions that flood my mind
These unfaithful past decisions hunt me like game
In my head for hours each and every day...letting time heal me and God to no longer make me blind...letting the wounds stitch up and your words unwind
In my bewildered head
What have I done? I broke up with him instead
But I had to in dread
Or I'll never be single like I wanted to because I'm not ready for commitment and I was a flirty player...
FWB and hookups was what I was looking for and I admit and you're right all along - I was lusting for pleasure behind measure 

"Don't drop the soap"
Those comments should be illegal - a nope-nope
"Don't do the 69's that those gay people do"
I hate when people stereotype homosexuality without having a clue what the true, diverse meanings of it is...the thought of it is giving me a mind flu
Gross terms plants a reality in my fantasy 
I daydream with my muse germs playfully...with intensity and roughness mindlessly...

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Funom Makama | Details |

He said, I said

How the housefly gets attracted to organic decay and an infant child traces the voice of its mother are nothing compared to the intense attraction Michelle and I possess on the guy owning not a strand of hair on his head but is in command of all forms of feminine arousal Our weakness was too glaring; our lust, too embarrassing the chance to act rare and expensive we've lost. All we've got is to dance to the tune of his authority as he smiled and consented to our 'not so hidden' desires. Now, he walks straight at us his every step, an additional load on me I seem to carry the entire solar system on my chest. My heartbeat, pulsations and breath are as loud as a live rock band "I've never seen you here is this your first time?"......... He said "Yeah, actually!".................. I said. My friend and I responded simultaneously our answers gushing out like a group of running horses, mine seem to carry more weight as it tames any challenge from hers. "So, how did two love Angels fall in such an unworthy place as this?"......... He said "How unworthy?"........................................... I Said. I've championed the game of words and emotions and just as what inevitably defines the day is sunlight so is my testament. Michelle showed glimpse of disapproval to my replies but my exclamation of her name gave adequate caution. "yes, this place is unworthy, because I need to pass through seven Oceans and seven hills to see someone like you"........... He said. "Then you'll never find me there. I'm not a specie going extinct." ............................ I Said. The gods of luck have smiled on the Lions once again in preference to other cats. The father of favour, shaking hands with the Eagle while by-passing the other birds. This is my exact situation as jealousy builds a castle in my friend's heart. "So, what's your name, sweet damsel?"...... He said. "Anna"........................................................ I said. This is a familiar routine, his plan is as detectable and as obvious as watered grass but letting it turn green is what I must not allow so that the security of my reputation is not compromised. "Anna is a lovely name, do you like poker?"........ He said. "No, I don't!"........... I said. The looks of my friend, spoke 'awe' mine replied in aggression then she flowed in complete understanding on its message on not acting cheap especially to the one we've shown so much likeness. "So what do you like?".......................He said. "Going out to the Cinema or the beach or engaging in salsa".......................... I said. Already scoring goals and dominating the game, I felt my opponent was completely toothless and flattened. But playing along is my aim to make him beg on his knees which adds to my fame. "Can we try any of those sooner?"......................... He said. "How do you mean?"............................................... I said. Another punch brings about another shield and sometimes a strong defence feels more fulfilling than a heavy attack. "Let's go out to the movies this night"............. He said. "I'm busy tonight!"........................................... I said. It feels like punishment to him but he takes it like a challenge and this keeps me far from winning. Being on top is my birth right and a step lower is deemed a sacrilege. "What about going to the beach this weekend?".................. He said "I'll be out of town"................................................................. I said. Persistence could be rewarding but my protective walls are just too thick for any form of penetration; too high for any form of infiltration and too deep for any form of condemnation. "Then, when would you be free to teach me Salsa?"............................ He said. "I'm not stable, neither can I determine my free time"..................... I said. The game of attack and defense is never absolute as the attacker may fall victim of a rare counter attack or the defender, gets wary of his defense with no chance to pull an offensive string. Either, ending up as the vanquish despite the brilliant strategies being set up. "Michelle, are you also unstable like Anna?"...... He said "What!"............................................................... I said. Envy plans on a historic transfer while my friend poised not an aota of difficulty and this makes me extremely furious. She was just at the corner waiting for this opportunity and even before it avails itself, she snatches it into her well guided belongings. Looking at both in confusion and disappointment; they share contacts and crack jokes. "I'll give you a call this evening".................. He said Nothing I said because now, Michelle is running the show.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Dorine R Spruill | Details |

Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.

Copyright © Dorine R Spruill | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details |

Aawesomee

(Spoken)
Honesty speaks through me
I love you, my modest friend 
Innocence and elegance I see
When you and I, like coffee and cream, blend
You're relevant to me day in and day out
You're a friend and a foe some say
But you are so much more than what they say no doubt
I'm your night and you're my day 

You are like a soaring bird in flames...you ain't playing games
Ignore the ignorant and their throwing up of cruel names
I-I-I adore your awesomeness
Know that I-I-I can't deny or lie that you are giving in to your insecure darkness
Just know that I love you
Buddy, I care for you too 
Just know that I like you 
Not the way you do...
What you do to me...I can't say 
But, you're aawesomee every single day 

Lately, I have been thinking about yahyahyah 
Frankly, I have missed yah but you're like blahblahblah
For everything I say or do 
For you
TMI too 
TMI too 

Ahhhh hmmmm 
Ahhhh hmmhmmm 
Ahhhh hmmmm
Ahhhh yeah yeah yeah

Know that you are clever
Don't ever say whatever 
Know that you are awesome
Forget the haters, love the lovers
Forgive your enemies and hang or with believers
Cuz
You are amazing...
You are grazing 
In your own maze,
Caught in a fantasy gaze
Cuz
You are more than what meets the eyes
I can fantasize you and I and how time flies

You were once so insecure
Your fury was your own cure
You are cute in your own ways
But, darling, I'm going through those up and down days
Just know that I love you
Buddy, I care for you too 
Just know that I like you 
Not the way you do...
What you do to me...I can't say 
But, you're aawesomee every single day 

Lately, I have been thinking about yahyahyah 
Frankly, I have missed yah but you're like blahblahblah
For everything I say or do 
For you
TMI too 
TMI too 

Ahhhh hmmmm 
Ahhhh hmmhmmm 
Ahhhh hmmmm
Ahhhh yeah yeah yeah

Know that you are clever
Don't ever say whatever 
Know that you are awesome
Forget the haters, love the lovers
Forgive your enemies and hang or with believers
Cuz
You are amazing...
You are grazing 
In your own maze,
Caught in a fantasy gaze
Cuz
You are more than what meets the eyes
I can fantasize you and I and how time flies

Damn, what I've become all these years without you-you-you,
Abiding by my side...now, you're subsiding by my side boohoo
Excuse my French, but I hate that I love you still
Excuse the stench that negativity spreads on me...I'll sit back and take a chill pill if I will 
I'm positively sure you will be in my heart for eternity 
I'm negatively sure you will depart from me out of jealousy
Just know that I adore you
Buddy, I despise you not too 
Just know that I feel for you  
Not the way you do...true or not true
What you do to me...I can't say 
But, you're aawesomee every single day 
In every wild, reckless way
Smile on, Dawn
Frown not, Dusk

Lately, I have been thinking about yahyahyah 
Frankly, I have missed yah but you're like blahblahblah
For everything I say or do 
For you
TMI too 
TMI too 

Ahhhh hmmmm 
Ahhhh hmmhmmm 
Ahhhh hmmmm
Ahhhh yeah yeah yeah

Know that you are clever
Don't ever say whatever 
Know that you are awesome
Forget the haters, love the lovers
Forgive your enemies and hang or with believers
Cuz
You are amazing...
You are grazing 
In your own maze,
Caught in a fantasy gaze
Cuz
You are more than what meets the eyes
I can fantasize you and I and how time flies

You ain't ugly, my baby
You ain't cruel...or bull
You ain't nothing to me
You give me faith fuel
I need you badly
I want you sadly
You're not taken,
But I'm forsaken 
Cuz
I can't say no to you
I can say yes to you
But nothing more or less
I'm such a horrid mess
Cuz
Being in my skin 
Hurts me from deep within
Hands up in the sky,
My wings of flight
You are human and I know why
We are up tonight
Because...because...
You're beautiful 
You're handsome
You're wonderful 
You're not dumb like some 
You're not hideous
You're attractive
You're sexy and free and we're on the same rowdy bus
I'm actively in love with you
Out of the orange-blue
Free or not, you are mine
You are my cheese and wine
And that's not all 
You and I, together, will stand tall
If you fall, I catch you
If I fall, you catch me
Baby, do stay oh so true
Be my love and fulfill my ecstasy

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Briana Lynn Minard-Adler | Details |

Bradlee Joe Rasmussen

Bradlee Joe is mine, he's always been mine,
The younger brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr.,
Those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me, natural hair color,
That's brown; just like his brothers, but he dyed it blonde.<3
That gorgeous angel face, I think of him everyday all day, think of,
Those memories, that smile, that laugh, that voice, those strong arms,
The strong arms that hold me, just like his brother used to.
The sweet things he says to me, those precious eyes look into,
Into mine, the way he runs his fingers through my hair, the way he tickles me,
The way we play wrestle, the way we talk, the way we look at each other.
Eyes full of wonder, wonder how long we'll stay together, then he says,
He says "Baby we'll stay forever", and I believe every word he says,
My God if he only knew, knew how he makes my heart pound, the way,
The way it's just so easy to talk to him, man I can tell him anything, and I know,
I know that he'll keep it a secret, that's why I trust him with everything,
Everything inside of me. Everytime he asks me if I wanna start,
Start over with him, I always say yes, because I love him!!
No matter how much he hurts, I'll always love him, I do, because,
Because I know it's real, I love him with everything inside of me,
I want to wake up next to him everymorning and fall asleep,
Fall asleep in his arms everynight, say "I do" to him, have his,
Have his children, be in love forever, my God I've never felt this way before.
I fell for him the first moment I saw his gorgeous smile light,
Up that dark lunch room, the way you hugged me tight, exchanged,
Exchanged numbers with each other, and the way we talked on the phone for hours on end,
Oh how I wished for you to be mine, How I still wish to change,
Change my name to Briana Lynn Rasmussen.
Babe I can't inagine a world where you don't exsist, babe without you,
Without you I'd honestly die.
The son of David Authur Rasmussen Sr. and Sandi Rasmussen,
The brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr, and Cheyeene Rasmussen,
The cousin of Kenneth Michael Hampton, better known as Mikey :) You have
Have a older bro, a younger sister & brother, and you have you,
Father's eyes, your brother's strength, your mother's beauty, and your crazy,
Crazy sense of humor.
With you I can't stop smiling, laughing and giggling.
Babe I am finally home, it's been a long time, and I am glad you kept the bed warm for me,
My home is with you, it's the only place where I belong, and babe I am so glad to be home.
I love your curly hair, I love the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way yoy,
You love me.
I love everything you do, and everything about you,
Babe I really do hope that day comes where we say "I do."
Hell I'd do it right now if I could, if you wanted me the same.
I want to be the mother of your children, I want to be the on;y woman you come home to,
Come home to after work, the one you give sweet kisses to, and the one you tell,
Tell me about your day, the one who wants to fall asleep in your arms, and 
Wake up in your arms with my head on your chest, see your sweet smile everyday,
Hear the words "Good Morning Baby, how'd you sleep?"
I'd reply sleepily "Great, how bout you Angel?" I love everything about you, everything
Everything you say, babe I love the fire in your eyes, the way you are protective over me,
The way you fight for me.
Babe I just wanna be your forever, and when we die baby,
I want to be laidto rest next to you, or with you in the same casket, because,
Because I'm only me when I'm with you, you are the only one who keeps me warm, The only one
Only one who makes me feel like I am home, like I'm finally alive,
Like I'm finally me, babe you are my better half and really honestly,
I've been so lost without you, and I am so glad to be back home.

Copyright © Briana Lynn Minard-Adler | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Olufemi Oloye | Details |

I WILL MISS US

I WILL MISS US

I've witnessed seasons
Year in year out
I've seen faces dark and fair
I've met pple strangers and known
Many of a kind, humble and arrogant
I've met, meeting and still gonna meet

Not all the thick clouds is for rain
Not all the bright skies bring sunshine
Not all the springs give fountains
Not even all the smiling faces give you joy

I'm lucky to see a face that gave me joy
A face that gave me reason to smile
A name that sticks to my mouth and lines my heart
Not just a face, but a beautiful one at that

We may be new in days
Even strangers in a far land
But we found our roots
And chose to stick tugeda
We chose to be tugeda
And tugeda we remain

Our moments tugeda had bn rosier 
Moments we can describe as a dash to the moon
Moments memorable like a dinner in the air
Moments of smiles and laughters
Moments we feel like babies and pets in each other's hands
These are moments second to none in our histories. 
They live and shall live in it till eternity. 

Moment has come again Moment of test and and trials
Moments we stretch our hands and no one to hold
Times we lay and no head to place on my chest
Times no finger to cuddle my nipples nor the tongue to make me feel awe and Waohhhhhh

Moments I wish you whisper into my ears for me to feel that sensational feels down my nerves
Moments I wanna be overwhelmed by your presence
Moments I wanna be drenched with your kisses
Moments to stick you your blossom like my life depends on it

These are the moments I dread and scared of
These are the moments I wish could pass over
Moments I wish I could speak and make it pass
Moments when silence ll send tears down my cheek and leave me speechless

Leave me not without breath
Leave me not with the unrest
Leave me not when I need you
Lemme not scream too loud before you hear my voice
Speak to me in that language I understand
Scold me not to bring me down
Correct me in love and affection
Make me feel loved and needed
Make my mind reach you each time I search for you

My heart goes with you
Likewise it delights in you as u depart
Such as delighted as I was when you gave me your heart
Shade me, never shame me
Rate me, never hate me
Live with me, never leave me
With u I wanna spend a life time
For in you I've seen all I like

I stay by the window
With the curtain hanging in my hands
I peep thru the long lonely street
I gaze into the air like I could send it on errand
Wish the breeze could tell me where you are
I wish it could tell you how I miss you
Could it tell you how I long to see your lovely face again
I wish my wishes are lyrics
I'll sing it in foreign tongues
And write it in many languages

Wish I could lure the birds to back me up
The breeze to help modulate
Would my voice be sonorous
Or would it be electrifying
Would it make sense to you
Would you smile for me
Would it make you cry
Would the tears roll for me
Would it would it would it....

Till we see in warm hug
Till I lift you in the air
Looking into ur eyes in the air with a warm and affectionate smile
I wait for the day like the camel waiting upon the the arrival of the rivers
Line the dry grasses longing after the coming of the rain

The grassland ll be green again
The cloud ll be clear to see
The river clean to drink
The sunshine ll light our world again
And the kids ll jump for joy
This is the day on my mind
The day of your return

Till then, I'll miss a life we lived
Love you till beyond now

(FM CONCEPTUAL)

Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Sarah Bryant | Details |

Beware the man in the mask

The mask, with eyes brighter than the most brilliant star, 
Reflecting the sunshine & blue Ocean beyond, his eyes twinkle 
He smiles, I am dazzled, hypnotised...almost 
Powerless I am drawn to him, he is the strongest magnet 
I am under a spell of the highest intensity 
Drowning in thoughts and emotions I don't understand 
He wills me to look deeper into his beautiful eyes 
Full of passion, desire and lust 
I feel it 
He whispers "I want you" softly in my ear 
I tremble, with anticipation and fear, of the unknown? 
He gently kisses my neck, soft lips caress mine 
My minds explodes as I fall deeper, his beard tickles my face 
He is real... you are real 
Your mouth stokes my ear... "Adoro-te" you murmur 
Over and over again 
Confirming it with ink on a white paper tablecloth 
Smiling, I reply with a delicate kiss on your too enticing mouth 
I touch your bristly beard, you place your hand on mine, 
"You are in me" you tell me...I am here" 
Your tempting lips lean in for a kiss 
Urgent, longing, needing.... 
You groan with pleasure... 
You know... we know 
The world stops, we return to adolescence 
Walking hand in hand across golden sands 
We talk and laugh 
We kiss, we touch, we want... 
The crowded beach is empty around us... we are just us 
Carefree and relaxed, we lay on the hot sand 
Your white body against my bronzed 
I rub cream over your delicate body..I want to protect you 
With tender hands you apply protection in return 
Caressing me, drawing me into your arms 
I am whole, happy, content, floating on a cloud 
Living the most wonderful dream, wide awake 
Your white legs redden in the blistering sun 
"You need more cream" I feel a need to protect you move slowly towards me, your soft skin exfoliated by the rough sands 
"Heaven is a place on earth" you repeat, Faro Island.... 
Special like Fuzeta, special like the train station... 
Mesmerised I quiver as your arms embrace me again 
Bodies intertwined, our hearts beat faster 
Secreting sweat from every pore of our hot skins, we are one 
"Tell me what's in your eyes" you demand from me 
"Adoro-te Daniel" and you smile...triumphant 
Your dark eyes shine dangerously.... A flash of caution, I noticed yet ignore 
We know, we both know 
Who are you? What is your role? 
Are you genuine, honest, or taking me for a fool? 
You are offended, you dislike my status 
You do not like to be challenged 
Shocked to the core of my being 
I watch as your mask falls to the ground below 
You attempt to clasp your armour, but you are laid bare 
"I am fragile and weak" you cry 
Yet you laugh at my pain and sadness 
Unrepentant you write 
Words not of poetry, of love, loss, pain or desire 
Words of hatred spill from your hands 
Spite and venom, so vicious, cruel and untrue 
Resentful and twisted you deny your part 
A man I once cared for, a man I adored 
Now your face is contorted, you are exposed as a fraud 
Your role... 
To punish women, for what? I don't know 
To fool those around you who think you are pure 
To recreate memories, of a lost love, in the past, long gone 
Did she see the real you, the lies and duplicity? 
I had bared my body and soul, gave my all, as you wished 
But you used and abused me 
With malicious words and a cunning smile 
You write of demons, vanquishing ghosts 
I now have more than ever before 

So now I write words, as a warning to others...... 
Beware this man, he wears a mask, he is an impostor....

5th September 2015

Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by JAN ALLISON | Details |

WELL WORTH WAITING IN PART 2 - COLLABORATION

Eric’s revitalised me and my home Over his body my fingers would roam He’s great at fixing and gluing Expert at banging and screwing I’m so happy that I sparkle like chrome All my friends are pretty jealous of me They ring with jobs asking ‘Is Eric free’… He may be a handy man But he belongs to me Jan If he’s home late he gets the third degree! 09~03~16 WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON My goodness, Jan! Why are you being so greedy? You should share Eric with friends who are needy You can't stake a claim On the heat of his flame Eric's hot and we all want a share of that sweetie. WRITTEN BY LIN LANE I race in my chair, scoop up Eric And off we both go, and I kick His helmet aside I then smile wide Darren's house will soon look pretty slick WRITTEN BY DARREN WHITE Jan asked me to work on her walls, Quite simply because I am tall, But my balance was poor, Almost fell to the floor, Good job that she was holding my legs THIS CHEEKY LITTLE NUMBER WAS WRITTEN BY VIV WIGLEY Hi, I just got your number from Jan Get back with me as fast as you can My house is an awful sight It could probably take all night You never know what else I may plan WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y A plasterer is just what I need Take your time Eric don't speed Am watching your butt move Like melons in a groove A cold shower is needed full speed WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS I better go stop up my sink Then I'll change into something pink When he gets on his back I'll rub that six pack And tell him what I really think. WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER Mouth has become bigger and bigger And thinks he is pretty like Trigger Really has case of low self-esteem Only for self is such a great dream Rest of him will have to go figure. WRITTEN BY JAMES HORN I remember that man known as Eric He does make your life so atmospheric The one who can fix anything Never let him make your heart sing Because he has a lover named Derek. WRITTEN BY VLADISLAV RAVEN I heard rumors this hunk is a Monk. That theory I hereby debunk. Once at a party we tippled. Eric, he wriggled and rippled while I played with his elephant's trunk! WRITTEN BY H PENELOPE SWIFTLOCK Talk talk talk is all that I hear Don't be shy there's nothing to fear Fix it I will No need to shrill I lost my shirt I must go bare. WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH Now ladies to be fair to me, Please consider me on my knee, I have a six pack in the fridge, And a beer belly like a bridge, Built for comfort and speed you see. This latest craze about six pack Eric, Is only temporarily magnetic, An insult to real men alike, Leave and get on your bike, You make the beer belly men hysteric. BOTH POEMS WRITTEN BY MARK PAUL VAN DER MERWE When Eric came down with the flu There was nothing much he could do So when Jan's car wouldn't start I rushed over with the part And I gave her a tune up too WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY And now Jan is dressing quite spiffy But thoughts of her leaving, quite iffy Cause while she’s at work His tool goes berserk Which means he’ll be HERE in a jiffy! WRITTEN BY NICOLA BYRNE IF ANYONE IS TEMPTED TO WRITE A LIMERICK AND MAKE IT INTO A COLLABORATION FEEL FREE!!!

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details |

A Beautiful Man-A Poem Time Forgot II

                                         A Poem Time Forgot II
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                              I saw heaven once again in your eyes,
                             and felt it in your arms when wrapped
                                            all around me...
                           Intertwined like barbed wire on a fence,
                         the comfortable warmth all came rushing
                                          back to me again...
                                 like grandma and her childhood
                             memories of when her mother would 
                                          bake cookies...and
                                       
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                  That old familiar scent of breath
                                   came stumbling down my neck,
                                and I recalled the time you held me
                          making sure I would remember that feeling 
                                            when I am alone.
                            Whenever away from your strong arms,
                                        I recall it to my mind,
                                         and all seems so new,
                                      like the first day of my life
                                             I am reborn, and...
       
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                     You came to me in friendship,
                                      now the keeper of my heart.
                                Funny how I never thought we would
                                             end up together.
                           Guess that's how love works sometimes.
                                        You always see it happen
                                  on those old movies and wonder
                              if it can really happen that way, and..
        
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                     Thank you for being so real,
                                         true and individualistic,
                                so full of smiles, laughter and love.
                                   How can there not be any love
                                            in you sweetheart?
                                     A heart without love is like
                                      an ocean without water..
                                            it does not exist.
                                     When in deep discussion,
                                       feeling lucky enough
                                           to listen to you,
                                    or simply sitting in silence,
                               you show me a love like no other.
                                    So, in return I love you, for...

                                                         ~You are my beautiful man.

                                        World Literature Class
                                               12-7-1996

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Tricia Campese | Details |

A little piece of my love

This is it; the first time I'm moving on without you. You may think that I've already moved on, but I've been clinging onto a small thread of hope attached to your t-shirt; hoping that one day you would let me climb up and kiss your lips. Little did I know that I had cut that thread a long time ago; now all we have is disconnect. You were my first love, and to see you go is like letting my grasp go on my meaning in life. We had built our own little world, and now I'm left at the center of some foreign street fending for myself. It's okay though. I'd much rather see you happy with some other girl than be left with my tattered, bruised heart; you don't deserve that. 
	I used to always tell you that I wish we had met earlier in life. But now I can see that I wish we had met later. I wish we had met after all the heartbreak, our first times, after all the mistakes we would've made by then. That way we would actually try to stay together, and seen how we could've made it, rather being our first lost loves; just memories and long stories to tell our friends and partners. We would've been capable of seeing the sparks between our lips and bodies, instead of seeing a scorched match that had been put out a long time ago. 
	It's sad to think of how we started out, barely knowing each other, and how exciting it was to know every fine detail of your person. How your favorite colors were black and red, and how you loved punk but listened to nsync too. All the little details that made you the person I loved are now just meaningless facts in my brain. I always thought that you should be with a person who changes your favorite color for the past 16 years of your life; and that was you. To think that every time I looked into your eyes, I was drawn more and more towards a different color. You practically rewired my brain.
	The hardest part of this is that I'm not a neurologist. The hardest part is that I can't remove my brain and replace it with a knew one; one that doesn't have any remanence of your existence. How do I force myself to look at blue the same way I used to? How do I stop picturing you touching everything I see; it's like you're unintentionally attached to everything in my life. But, I suppose I brought this upon myself. I knew that I inevitably destroy anything that's beautiful in my life. I always ran back to you when I was lost, but left you once I received your guidance. I can't apologize enough. 
	You were willing to love, and my mind just wasn't ever satisfied enough. Some say that love disappears, or we just forget about it; but I swear that you'll always have a place in my heart. You saved me unintentionally when we first met; you breathed life into my empty body. But I suppose from all of this, I'll write good poetry and songs. You'll be my favorite topic for a few months, possibly years, until you're sponged out of my body and leaked out onto the paper. Maybe I'll publish you when I become famous, or I'll tattoo some memory of you on my arm. I suppose that's better than nothing. It will at least remind me that the good times weren't some deranged fantasy in my head; they were real. Thank you. Goodbye, friend. 
	

Copyright © Tricia Campese | Year Posted 2016

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