The two boys.
Of course, they know.
But all they do is laugh.
At the players.
At the tackles.
At the appeals.
And everything else.

Mother.
Always the one who sympathizes.
If the Reds are up by two.
"Oh, I pity the opposition. May they score one."
She says.
"Awh, MUM?!"

Same goes with the eldest.
It would make it more intense.
She thinks.
Me thinks, I should pray for a cleansheet.

Hah!
The two blabbering baboons.
Knows nothing.
Gives running commentaries.
Predicts that the others win the match.
Such support I get.

The next one is a Kop in the making.
I-am-****-proud.

The lil one thinks Ozil is good looking. -_-

-Doey

O! Miss Hoity Toity,
Walking with pride, dressed like a bride.
Feeling all mighty.

O! Miss Hoity Toity,
You spoiled brat, gnawing like a lil rat.
Feeling all fruity.

You welcome yourself,
Displaying your head on a shelf.
Playing with people's feeling.
Is it fulfilling?

Your soul treacherous,
You are dangerous!
Blinded by your own reflection.
Have you no affection?

The sound of your stiletto rhymes;
With the beating of your black heart.
O! Tread softly, Miss Toity.
Shall I throw you a dime?

O! Miss Hoity Toity,
Stop the parade, stop the charade.

O! Miss Hoity Toity.
Time to wash your make up and wake up.
7 billion people do not even know you exist.

-Doey

There is Bozo,
Then comes Donny.
***** follows.

Above me is Bo,
Bertie next.
Mmm, yeah, Krunzie.

The princess, "Sunshine".
Yes, the little one.

And me,
Oh, I fit somewhere in there.
But, no harm done.
I'd miss me too.

Usually referred to as no.5.
Or no.4.
Whatever you fancy.

The End.

-Doey

I'm a realist.
He's a dreamer.
He wants to run away.
I'd say okay.
I'd have to earn first.
He will be okay.

I'm an abuser.
He's a lover.
He wants to make love.
I'd say alright.
But first, I'd chide him.
He will be alright.

I'm a recluse.
He's a free spirit.

He's everything I am not.
I am everything he's not.

<He doesn't look a thing like Jesus..." Music plays in the background>

That's all.
I just love him.

- Doey

I had a visitor,
At mid-night.
Into my room,
He crept.
Silently-Sleathily.

A spectator,
Behind the light.
Over my bed,
He stood.
Sneering-Grinning.

What comes next,
Is a melange of emotions.
A blend of terror and bliss.
He climbed on top of me.
Like on a saddle.
His cold hands grasping on my neck.
I tried to fight him back.
But as I was choking,
He looked at me with the saddest eyes.
And I felt remorse.
I stopped.
I let him took control.
He kissed me with lips so coarse.
He reeked of stale cigarettes.
With a hint of cheap scotch.
I laid there.
And into my dreams I escaped.
I woke up at 3a.m.
My hair slightly unkempted.
My bed, a mess.
And my blankets astray.
The dampness on my forehead.
Was it a dream I had?
Surreal and yet so real.

I wondered.
No traces.
No evidence.
My mid-night visitor,
Will be a mystery.
I thought.

But, you see,
I became curiouser and curiouser.
So, I looked it up.
I was visited by an Incubus.

-Doey

Simple soliloquies.
Mostly misunderstood.
To some, inspiration.
To many, mental illness.

-Doey

Did I drag you in?
Inside my inn, you sojourned.
A whole new world, meaningless to all.
But to you, it was your all.

Not exactly ordinary.
On the contrary;
Just the opposite.
Running around like the gender I wasn't born to.

You were fascinated.
I was opinionated.
Yet, you seemed interested.
And born not to be over-ruled.

Like Shakespeare, my writings were romance.
Unlike Wordsworth, my thoughts weren't.
You tried to change that, like a menace.
I laughed, but your will power I saw.

You assured me,
That love I will find.
I told you let it be,
And that I was fine.

Into your world, you dragged me in.
A poet at heart,
A character in the making,
A world I kept tightly in my heart.

You were the sweetest;
Among the rest.
Yet, you were the youngest;
Among all of them.

My weakness, you witness.
Did I frighten you?
No! I think not.
You are still here.

So, thank you My Secret Keeper for your concern.
Now what do I give you in return?

-Doey

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
You were not suppose to see me.
Or watch me walk past.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
I could never remember you,
Nor reminisce your face.

I lived in the past.
And you, in the future.
But our love: lives in the present.
Never absent.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
The slightest touch.
The silliest laugh.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
Compatible without reasoning.
While romanticizing our very existence.

I was your companion,
When you sought solidarity.
But our love, irrevocable.
Never replaceable.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
Why did you have to fall,
Fall in love with me?

And why did I take the leap?

Our courage.
Your hope.
My faith.

As our souls collide.
We transcend.
Our love forlorn.

-Doey

Sweeter than the honey in my tea
This boy illuminates the darkness inside of me
Tender and kind
His smile is the first thing I see when dawn breaks
Those large doey, glossed over eyes staring back at me
A friendly embrace as his finger begin to press against my face
My mind feels free when he sings to me
A soft and warm hue radiates from within him
So pure, so wholesome that there is never a cloud in sight when he is around
The sun sets at his feet
For this boy makes my world seem so much brighter
A vision of all my hopes and dreams condensed into one man
His physique mirrors that of a Greek statue
Chiseled to perfection
With his soft, silky skin
When pressed against mine
His pink, plump lips
That make me shiver
As he slowly traces my body
This boy is my light
Shining brighter than the stars
We live in a galaxy full of light, but he shines the brightest
Filled with happiness which pours outward for all the world to see
He never asks for more than my love and affection
For which in return I give him my all
For he has brought out the good in me
This boy makes me feel whole and alive
This boy is my happiness
My light
My lust
My joy
He is mine
And I am his

He changed.
She changed.
They waged a war.
Not knowing that hearts were breaking in between them.

-Doey