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Jul 2019

Lori Jones McCaffery

All that effort
With no real gain
Nothing to show for it
But tears and pain.

All that struggle
Against fearsome odds
Earned from the world
The briefest of nods.

All that caring-
Reaching out
No one cares
What I’m about.

Bloodying fists
Against brick walls-
I’m ready to answer
But no one calls.
ljm

One step forward and two steps back. Depression creeps in and out like the tide.

Jul 2019

Lori Jones McCaffery

PRETENSES

Pretend your day is happy
Pretend your life is good
Pretend it’s come together
The way a good life should

Pretend your heart’s not aching
Pretend your soul’s not tired
Pretend you’ll find a new job
Now you’ve been wrongly fired

Pretend the kind suggestions
Pretending to give hope
Pretend to be so grateful
Pretend they’ll help you cope

Pretend you’ll find the answer
Pretend you’ll find your way
Pretend your life’s not over
You’ll live another day

Pretend the gun’s not loaded
Pretend that’s not your head
Pretend that sound is thunder
Pretend that you’re not dead
ljm

Wrote this a while ago when I was very depressed. Im better now.

Jul 2019

Emma Elisabeth Wood

A Woman of God

a woman
of God

I try
to be

but sin
is in
the air

as much
as salt
ia in
sea

my lust
licks
the heart
of my
lips

there are
body parts
I am blind
of

the shame
of being
thirty five
and never
know the
touch of
a man

drawing
a map
of the
world
on my back
with his finger
in my sweat

the arch
of it
when his hand
casually marks
Africa

A woman of God,
I am not

But a woman,

a tender lover
my head folding
into his neck
as if the angles
had been calculated
exactly, beforehand

I am earless
in the face
of the battlefield
that every woman
crosses, every day

I am clever
a devourer of booka,
article, savagely attacking
tainted tabloid trash

I am a Godless woman,
but a thousand times more
a woman than God could make me

Jul 2019

Ryan O'Leary

Rexit

No, not castling, but
a monarchial chess
move, away from her
sobjects of whom many
have had enough of
being ruled from behind
and thus envisage an
opportunity to rid the
queen from the board.

Permanently!

Jul 2019

Ryan O'Leary

Hexit

Hexit is a hard exit,
but, the alternative
is a soft exit, which
of course, is a Sexit.

Most UK males, of
octogenarian status,
will need ******, or
else it will be a Shexit.

Jul 2019

Ryan O'Leary

Flexit

Now here is a novel
solution to both hard
and soft exits, Flexit.

Yes, this is to be known
a The Bungy Brexit.

Let the remainers stay
and beleavers go.

This is an Irish remedy
for a British Problem.

Jul 2019

Richard Yeans

By the Gaslight

You know what?
It may not feel real to you, but
It does to me.
Lies so often that it’s uprooted my own
Sense of sensibility.

Gentle, loving touch
I feel it deep shivers down my back
The services you render
I haven’t seen
Since I ran Allroy off the track.

Peck rapidly with your thumbs
Although you can barely read.
But here I stay, I care
I can’t explain the need.

#mentalillness #toxicrelationships #dishonesty #lies #borderlinepersonalitydisorder #unconditionalove #partnership

Jul 2019

Asyura

Libido

Alcohol stained lips,
yours of ***** and mine of liqour.
An oddly divine combination as our tongues danced together in synchronization.
Ragged breathes and tangled limbs,
sweet honey dripping, begging for a little taste.
Hands digging into my waist,
you, between my legs.
Slippery sweat soaked skin,
our pace getting faster and faster.
Fingernails sinking into your back
leaving red territorial lines.
My body twitches.
A final release.
I cry your name out in ecstasy,
as you cried out hers.
We lay in disquietude, our naked bodies exposed,
a one night stand I’ll forever remember,
a one night stand you’ll forget once sober.

You remind me of the floating wisps of dust,
fleeting from my grasp.

#libido

Jul 2019

Postal Leo

Little *****

Look at him. Small kid, angsty, angry, and fervent to be famous.
And by God, he swears everyone around him an ignoramus.
Eager to please, but doesn't know how.
Lives with his grandma, because he got kicked out his dad’s house.

He wants to scream, yell, punch, and throw.
He wants to **** everyone he sees, like he’s on death row.
And wants die himself, so he might as well be.
And his whole family wonders how he got so **** beastly.

He wants love, to feel passion, desire, and never let it go.
He’s not afraid of commitment, he's afraid of being told no.
He just wants some special, but he falls far to easy.
So they use and abuse him, man, this story making me queasy.

He wants brothers and sisters, of nonfamilial variety.
He wants to stop their insobriety.
He wants them to be happy, with who they were made for.
He wants to help them off the floor.

That’s what Laiyn wants, but I’m him no more.
This is Leo now, and i'm tired of all of it...
Tired of the bullies, and of the mess.
Tired of the thugs, to life I want access!
It's a fight for this body, and i'm already winning out.
Already dealt with the people we could do without.

I remember a time, where i wasn’t happy, but was close to the people i love.
So, tonight, i'm going to pray to God above.
Please, if your out their, bring me back to them, i need them dearly.
Whoever I Am
Sincerely.

#me

Jul 2019

YoungAtHeart

Retracing My Steps

Looking back
through the years
writing poems
wiping tears

The past is gone
will not return
the future's bleak
reflect and yearn

" The good ole days "
not supposed to live there
it's against the rules
but can't stand to be here

I'm going back
and shutting the door
will not return
to the present no more.