Laura Parsley

Laura Parsley Jan 12

I don't want the man from Panama
I am happy he has a good life
I don't want his romance
That is for his wife

I don't want his strong hands
They are to steady his child
I don't want his warm embrace
A clasp that would defile

I don't want his **** bits
I look the other way
I don't want his daily bread
The humdrum of his day

I don't want the man from Panama
I just want to talk with his brain
He is the only conducter I've found
On the same frequency as my insane

Laura Parsley Jan 11

Pen mug

I've lost all my pens again
I can only find blunt pencil
Blunt pencil seems so insincere
So easily erased

Laura Parsley Jan 11

Preference

I like walking over frosty puddles fracturing as my weight ruptures
The sensation of ambling backwards
Watching the sea hit the sand
Observing the daisies shut
Showing their twilight blush
The smell of lemon balm
Going over a **** back bridge fast
I don't like the rain, lest it is a deluge
Mizle that dampens the soul
Watching people too blind to see
The beauty in the simple and sweet
***** dishes oozing with matter
Food squshed in-between plates
Trolly deserters
And the taste of someone else's vape

Laura Parsley Jan 11

Irikd

I feel rubbed up the wrong way
Like an affronted cat
I am displeased
With my life
I've lived this way
As long as I can recall
I saw the shitstreams
Well in advance
But I didn't say
Been wandering through life
Kicking myself in this way
An abrasive development
Slightly grated on each day
Irritated by so much
It is a slow death of contentment
Hope dies by a thousand cuts
These noisy beings
They get too close
They push
They poke
Uncomprehending
As an elephant on an anhiill

Laura Parsley Jan 11

Loneliness

I can't explain it
I couldn't describe the sensation
Of the black muted doughnut
In my brain
A hole at the core
That means loneliness
The infinity of it
Pouring in endlessly
And just one atom could block it
though it's a mile wide
Just that one little iota
Of understanding
I've seen it
Felt the blockage
It felt good
But it wasn't wanted
Or it was warped and injured
Or I was too wierd
Gestulating in an unknown language.

#infj #loneliness

Laura Parsley Jan 11

The feast

I ate his tendinous chords
And he dined on mine
An unconditional platefull
Served with the juices of the mind
Oxytocin marinaded in dopamine
A rich endorphin stew
It was too much
It was also not enough

Laura Parsley Jan 10

Worm

"The poor thing"
devoid of all needs  you are exposed,
Like a mute begger.
They walk on by  not knowing,
The sensation of exposure
the burn of the sun  (Or eyes)
You squirm from my touch.
I can identify,
I hope a similar kindness returns me to some cool wet grass.