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 Oct 2013 Mike T Minehan
Sarina
he said
girls like me should come with yellow tape
police property, do not cross

and if that is because I am *******

I guess now
my skin should say: crime scene, do not

touch

because I am crying over men like they’re
still just boys.
 Oct 2013 Mike T Minehan
JM
Craving
 Oct 2013 Mike T Minehan
JM
Waking to you in the crook of my arm;
the smell of us lingers in the crime scene
of our room.

This must be the place

Wigs and corsets,
empty bottles and riding crops.
Sugar and sweat,
cologne and *******.

Good morning sugar

Eyes flutter and lips part
as juices flow and bloods boil.
This wet and wordless union
knows no boundaries.

*We are one, now
 Sep 2013 Mike T Minehan
Diane
Like multiple personalities
Creatures inhabit me
I know each persona as she lives
Sweepingly amalgamated
Feminine and Feline
Paradoxal archetype
In woman’s intuition
I am free!
And I would be nothing less
 Sep 2013 Mike T Minehan
martin
Really like the title
Poem's not worked out
If it does I promise
I'll give y'all a shout
Alternative title-  The best poem in the world (ever) so put it on the daily email please.
Small brown envelopes of cash are available by negotiation.
Copyright martin. All rights reserved
including mine to live in the fantasy world of my choice, in which having written the best poem in the world, I am asked to write ditties for the Queen, and invited on holiday by Sir Richard Branson to his private island. Of course I refuse, far too ******, all that money. (Not the Queen you understand, I would not refuse her, within reason).
The wife says I'm in a funny mood today. Don't know what she means.
I shan't stare
For I might kiss
I shan't care
For I might miss

I shan't utter a word
For my feelings might show
I shan't keep close
For my body might flow

But everytime I say I shan't
A part of me says i can
Confused and dazed on  what's meant
So I'll just wait like a real woman
Princess Arenas
arenas.princess@gmail.com
2013
 Sep 2013 Mike T Minehan
Hadley
I have tried it all
To get the monsters in my soul
Smoking them out
Drowning them in alcohol
Poisoning them with pills
Putting them to sleep with green happiness
Bleeding them out
And yet every night they whisper
I am here
I will always be here
As long as you are here
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