Your eyes tell of an insatiable hunger
for me,
my person, my body, my heart.
You will devour me,
If only in your dreams.

Dreams, nightmares, fantasies.
Your imagination takes off with my memory,
My scent, my smooth skin, my ragged breath...
The way our bodies fit together
just right.

Right, I was never right.
I was never the girl in the white dress.
I was never your angel.
But.you.had.me.tamed.
I was wild and free, and undeniably yours.

Your broken princess, your awesome disaster.
And in your arms I was beautiful.
And in mine,
You were free,
Calm, safe, whole, home.

Home was something we didn't recognize
anymore.
And I had a reputation that was never wholesome enough
To stand in front of a priest, or your mother.
But you still wanted me.

Me, who loved you every moment
With my sin stained hands and my broken halo
And my singed wings.
I never claimed to be perfect,
But I loved you perfectly.

Perfectly and ravenously,
We hunger for each other still.
So once the world has made you hideous
You'll come back to me.
And understand that

*perfect love makes you whole.

I disassemble, unravel, deconstruct.

I am broken by
your changing whim...
The crushing weight of
your unpredicatable currents.

Because --
By love I was begun,
And,
By love I am undone.

(I will lose this fight)

My tummy hurts so bad
the loo's twelve feet away
but this poem is important
and pain won't have it's say
so I'll clench and type
no *** to wipe,
with poetry I'll play
but now the belly is swelling
my God I'm gonna blow!
inspiration is fading fast
my typing is too slow
take the bucket over there
jam it on my ****
**** forgot to drop my pants
oh I am a  nut!
Now the bucket's stuck so tight
don't think it will come off
will have to keep it on all night
and pray that I don't cough!
Cover every naked flame
turn off every socket
if there is the slightest spark
I'll shoot off like a rocket!

A woman telt me good today
"why do you look so feckin' gay?
Yer a bonny lad an' no mistake
but yez look like up yer doup ye' take!"
Now Scots women don't tend to be too soft
before I came here I would have scoffed
but being telt at point blank range
is kind of nice but very strange
Pointing, poking and checking my teeth
inspecting my body above and beneath
shaking their heads and whispering "oh,
the poor wee boy, disnae' he know?
Our women don't like your poems of poo
an' each of my girls is starker than you,
if they was to woo ye, you'd wintle all day
a scraich an'a scriegh you'll be sklented away!"
So quietly here in my flat I will hide
from the women who are making me so terrified.
A handful take pity and treat me quite well,
but I' m blate, buggert an' libbet the rest will all tell!

Saw a hare today so close I heard it breathe
ran straight by me then looked back
showing me how fast it can run
faster than anyone
follow me if you dare it's eyes shone
orange ringed bright speed and light
she won't hide and she won't fight
she'll just run
fastest thing in her fields
spring comes soon
dogs and guns
she'll keep running

Beneath the old magnolia tree
I used to hold you close to me
And there I carved upon that tree
That I loved you and you loved me

Beneath the white magnolia blooms
You cast a spell with your perfume
I believed those wooden words were true
Ingrained in hearts of me and you

But time wears out what boys engrave
Nothing's left of the love you gave
Except that old magnolia scar....
I wish our love had come so far

Yeah, I wish those words were still on track
Cause every spring I dream me back
To tender lips and sweet perfume
Beneath the white magnolia blooms

But time wears out what boys engrave
Nothing's left of the love you gave
Except that old magnolia tree
Reminding me.....reminding me......

Spoke to a friend the other day,
a wonderful, talented songwriter
who warms hearts and is so loved.
"If you can write heart felt poetry,
Jeremy, then any woman will wilt,
and melt into your arms."
Sooooo........
What about my poems on poo?
Up inside my ***, that too?
The drivel I write when I'm depressed?
Or feel sorry ones written 'cos I'm repressed?
Got some weird ***** in my head
much of it best left unsaid
One day if I find myself a girl
who sends my heart into a twirl
honestly all that I would plead
is she hasn't the ability to read

Crunching over the surface,
the bold warriors go
wave after wave of custard
will not fill the men with woe
rhubarb in abundance
doesn't slacken their resolve
any sprinkled sugar
with their sweat they will dissolve
though relentlessly they battle on,
the end it will come soon
"for heaven's sake men,mind the ****** spoon......."

Though down many long, sometimes crowded,
mostly lonely roads
of life in seasons spent, in the dreams
and memories, bittersweet in plans and schemes,
you, of one, and of some of a few,
touched my life
forever,
and you still now do,
with your hand outstretched,
I take it and in gratefulness,
thank you for your friendship,
and graciousness,
and though the road still before me lies,
it's not so lonesome with
you by my side.
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Inspiring image:
http://beautyineverything.com/5357912558

Crying on the phone
tears cross short miles to stain my face
desperate, desolate
loved but not valued
carrying her family
forward with her love and her heart
when will the tide turn
when will they say
"Mum are you ok?"
I say I love you, They love you
they just don't show it or
do what you need to breathe and soar
How is it women can cry so often,
and cry so hard without just dying
That despair would **** me
this despair might

Sometimes in life
Times get tough, but that doesn't mean Don't Stop Trying.
All you got is on the line--This is the time; You got
Nothing or Everything to lose.
Don't give up, keep on pushing.
In 5 years when you look back, will you be that person in the mirror, like
Nothing you image, or the same person staring back at you?
Go for it, it's all or nothing. There's a Standing

Ovation for you. You will come a
Very long ways,
And you will feel GREAT.
To Bob and Jillian, you guys are amazing.
Incredible is just one of the many words to say about you.
Only time can tell how things turn out.
N**one-the-less, Good Luck to all and Keep it up!

I could jump out of a plane
and land on my head
in a foam factory
I'll never be dead
tried and tried
accidents to
but I still it seems
I' m here with you.
fall off bikes
get quite sicky
hurt I like
any kind, not picky
What the chance
I am immortal
never falling through that portal
giving trying life a chance
going well
for one last dance
what the hell lies in the future
keep the needles for the suture
savlon bandages and glue
self repair is what I do
time to try and find a life
others battle through their strife
time to get a bit reflective
friends put my ills into perspective
such a selfish little mite
I'm self obsessed and full of *****
will struggle forward day by day
no I am fooling, you all say
probably, I give you that
she said I am a ***** ****
the one reason that I am left
I cannot leave folks all bereft
for now I mean to stick around
and not at six feet underground
so if upon the ground I lie
check my pulse as you pass by
be like a nurse upon a mission
stick me in the recovery position!