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 Mar 2012 Sacrelicious
Ahmad Cox
I am weary
I am worn
I don't know where my home is
I feel myself slipping
From where I know I am
I am getting tired
Feeling myself weaken
Feeling my resolve weaken
As I am repeatably battered by the storm
Just wondering when this weariness will pass
When this heaviness in my heart and in my soul
Will actually lift
Removing the fog
Opening up my path
So I don't have to fight all the time
Now, what the hell has just happened to me?!,
I went to sleep and felt quite human,
Alarm goes off, opened my eyes to see,
Two mounds where my little chest should be.

My ****** armpits have just sprouted some fuzz,
There's some hair where my lady garden was,
My beautiful blonde hair is all goopy and limp,
And my face has a likeness to a spotty chimp.

When i went to bed last night, i loved my dear mother,
Now, the thought of a cuddle makes me run and take cover,
Ant lanky Jimmy Owens used to repulse me, no end,
But now all i want is to be his girlfriend?!,


I suppose i will need to start wearing a bra,
And i'll have to smile through the taunts from grandma,
And my father will watch every move that i make,
And i'll have to conform, for my sanity's sake.

Well, tonight, when i lay down my spotty wee head,
I'll lie here and wait for the morning, with dread,
All these transformations, all yuk and all grease,
O lord, will i make it through in one piece?!.

c eileen mcgreevy 2009
I don’t know why that makes me feel better
A cold chill across a sensual warm surface
Intimate describes the motion, thoughtless, the act
My eyes are of no use because they do not guide me
Only my hand and a swift brush of slight sickening instinct
Tense before the spontaneous and rough movements
But my god, that sweet release of ecstasy and warm, held-in breath
Fingers slide effortlessly across old friends
The new ones make for painful company, yet so soothing
Soothing to know I can still feel something
Crimson rivers mix with transparent tears
The elixir of my insatiable addiction
 Mar 2012 Sacrelicious
Helen
Hello Death,

I wear your crown
I've always worn it without a frown

We've shared some ****
Gone round for round

I had the rope, in the shed
It was old
"I've changed my mind"
I think I said

Now I wear a frown...

Restless nights leave my breath locked
It pains me to know that you have knocked

because, Death...

I am weak

It's Hell I seek but
I'll no longer wear your crown,
without a frown

I'm not your clown
this has been taken from my Hubbys 'dark place'... I raided his book and tweaked it a little. I think he'll drop this into the mail tomorrow... hopefully ;-)
She would go
Wherever
She could get

Away from
The torment
Of it all;

The pounding
Of heartbeats;
The thumping

Hands; the words
Descending
Like harsh hawks

Upon her
Ears and heart;
Just a hush;

A held breath;
A touchy
Feel of her

Frail fingers;
Waiting for
The sight and

Sour sound
To open
The hiding

Place and all
Sanctuary
Then dissolved.

— The End —