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Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Non-consensual *** is not a game

it’s **** there’s no other name

she’s not playing

it’s “NO” she’s saying

Her being hard to get

is not making her wet

it may get you all excited

it’s only you who’s passion is ignited

It doesn’t matter that she lay in your bed

or even if she gave you head

she’s every right to change her mind

carry on, you must be deaf and blind
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
I’m a downtrodden wife
his trouble and strife
Is this my life?

He doesn’t help with chores
in between snores
says “ask her indoors”

The kids avoid him
I fulfil their whims
no point in asking him

I don’t know why he married me?
I could never be
what he wanted me to be

I’m never good enough
he says I look rough
so no more *** stuff

I wanted to work
but the chauvinistic ****
wouldn’t allow this perk

I can’t wait ‘till the kids are grown
from this dysfunctional nest flown
I’m building a nest egg of my own

Then mummy can fly
happily wave him goodbye
no tears shall I cry

but until then
the youngest is ten
I’ll keep secret my yen

Eight more years
feeding him beers
listening to his jeers

He’s such a hypocrite
sanctimonious ***
for any occasion a face that will fit

People think he’s a good man
doing what he can
for poor miserable Ann

Ann’s biding her time
secret ***** and lime
behind his back a naughty mime
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Married life is like being banged
up in prison with fewer screws
you can leave whenever you want
but often have a lot to lose
the things you adored
now can make you clinically bored
some marriages last forever
the ties of love you can’t sever
this I need to believe
or I’ll eternally grieve
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Oh my eyes are bleary
my very bones are weary

To partake of that pint
was a mistake last night

Its a great saying “just the one”
never happens when alls said and done

I’m never drinking again
ask me on Saturday, around ten
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Oh a cheap B&B;
made a happy memory
reconnecting with thee
such sweet ecstasy

sometimes life gets in the way
and we forget the nice things to say
caught up in everyday stuff
draping a curtain over love

Take the time to tell
that she makes your heart swell
that for-a-second-longer touch
means so much
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Were still haggling over which side of the bed -

usually the one who goes up first

We still accuse each other of taking the lighters -

were both guilty

We still laugh over these things -

still wearing our wedding rings
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
I write as I think

swim or sink

good days and bad

happy or sad

I write when I can’t talk

when I wanna run, but can’t walk

releases inner pressure

a cossetted treasure

I write when I want to cry

On my soul I pry

my pen speaks its feeling

I’m often left reeling

I write because I have to

especially when feeling blue

It’s a salve to my being

provides emotional healing
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