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Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
I’m looking for someone

she’s gone away

she used to be so gay

never a cross word to say

nowadays it’s a mood swing

Where’s she gone?

where’s she hiding?

She used to be patience personified

people’s traits glorified

now she’d be happy if they fried

where she used to laugh, she’s now cried

I can’t find her, I’ve tried
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Hot ****** energy

seeping through my pores

sashaying wantonly

I kneel on all fours

He grabs my buttocks

and enters fast

a hard rough ****

fulfills my lust

Withdrawing slowly

he slaps my ***

Oh, what he does to me

I, once again, come
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Ben
My name is Ben
I am ten
I’m down by the glen

It’s quite lonely here
Just me, Dad and the deer

We’ve ran away, you see
I don’t know who’s looking for me
My mam and maybe Lucy who’s three

My mam wanted us to go
Away from Dad, and all I know

To make a fresh start
In some foreign part
I told Dad, he called mum a ****
and said over his dead body
Was she taking me

I went for my usual stay
Every Sunday was Dad’s day
He asked me did I want a few days of school
We’d take a trip, I said “cool”

It feels like forever we’ve been here
Me, dad and the deer
I miss my mam, wish she were here
I even miss Lucy, who I thought I didn’t like
But I wish i could hold the little tyke

My name is Ben
I am ten
I’m down by the glen
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Wanting to be coloured pink

but emotions make my vibrancy sink

drowning in my own secretions

my image blurred no distinction

My leaves are wilting

my sanity tilting

feeling only sadness

descending into madness
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Memories form a cascade of magical treats
pooling as years around our feet
each one in danger of drowning in the mundane
secreted somewhere deep in our brain
fading in time
written in rhyme
hidden ‘til we stop to reminisce
our little gems of happiness
treasure them always
there the good old days
remembrance of times past
a joy that lasts and lasts
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
I’m present
but absent
here
but gone away
body visible
spirit invisible
people talking
not listening
lost
private battle
need
to heal
hibernate
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
A lot of machines
are a lot like women
you have to read the manual
and press the right buttons

Machines can have a hissy fit
just won’t work thats it
you’ve pressed the wrong button
or turned the wrong key
today machine will cause misery

But treat them right
tend to their needs
and they’ll perform day and night
machine gives out what you feed

So be a good mechanic
be your machines tonic
bring the oil
for you it will toil

but remember
and keep an eye on when
every machine
needs a service now and then
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