I do not feel like myself
I am not my own
I am no longer on the inside nor the outside
I'm just.. here
Or maybe there
My skin does not feel like how I remember

Am I a boy or girl
Does it even matter
Gender is an illusion that was pushed on us by our founding fathers
Oh how great they were

They brought us together from chaos
And we could never repay them
Do we need to?
Is that what is meant when they say to not sin?

What if God isn't just one person but an idea
An entity of a group
A feeling that exists in each of us

Today is a new day
And it's still gloomy as ever
The rain drips down my window
I blow out to see my breath crack against the glass
What is the point of redoing everyday
To grow old?
To get married?
Have a wife, kids, a family?
Grow old and wither away

I think that's the answer
We are all part of the cycle
Reincarnate into something entirely new but yet just the same
There is a point to all of this
And with these tears in my eyes
I'm yelling it to the skies

A sheet of white satin
Half covers her curves
Her back is exposed
And my passion stirs

The rising sun’s rays
Set her contours aglow
She’s sleeping half naked
And my urges grow

The arc of her back
Exposes her spine
Each dimple and ridge
Make her look divine

Her arm, raised above her
Entangled in hair
Displaying a breast
At her ******, I stare

This sheet of white satin
Clings to hip and to cheek
Beneath it the treasure
That I must now seek

She’s just laying there
Asleep, so sublime
My temperature’s rising
I hope she’ll be mine

The rise of her hip
Its treasure below
I’m burning inside
Its pleasures to know

That sheet of white satin
Drapes just her backside
I must get closer
So towards her I slide

I stretch out my arm
Such a tentative reach
So sad an attempt
To, that white satin breach

I entice the white satin
To slip from her cheek
Exposing her buttock
It’s the crevice I seek

I sense she is stirring
I’m frozen with fear
Close my eyes tight
So asleep to appear

When I open my eyes
Not a thing in my bed
Just a sheet of white satin
It was all in my head
BOEMS BY JA 442

I didn't fall into disrepute
So much as occur there

                                    By Phil Roberts

Crumbling grey tombstone
Overgrown wild hedge
Rusted Victorian fences
Sitting on the edge


Ancient hollow moon
Resting over the sky
As lonesome empty voices
Fill the air and pass me by


The night is still
Devoid of stress
As I learn old tales
From the spirits at rest


I listen for a time
The stories to keep
Then close my eyes
With the stars to sleep

I pretend to be wise
I'm not
I'm as foolish as a fooler

I pretend to be strong
I'm not
I'm as weak as a new born

I pretend i am happy
I'm not
I'm as sad as my username

I pretend it's so easy
It's not
It hurts my tired soul

Be gentle my precious world
I don't want to be a pretender

There's a voice that does not use words
                     Just listen