Poems


  • Sometimes.


    Sometimes I repeat myself.
    Sometimes I glow.
    Sometimes I repeat myself.
    Sometimes.


    Sometimes shit,
    don't make any sense at all.
    So I sit cross legged and wear beads.
    And think.
    about flowers, glitter.
    Puffy clouds.
    Sometimes. 
    Ok, a lot.
    Sometimes.


    Sometimes I wear my belt in the loops.
    Sometimes I skip the loops.
    Sometimes, I skip ahead
    and trip.
    Bruised and sore.
    Sometimes.
    OK,
    Always.


    Sometimes I forget to button my shirt.
    Why do girls have to wear shirts?
    Always.

    Sometimes I break the law.
    Sometimes I have too much time on my hands.
    Sometimes I repeat myself.
    Sometimes.


    Sometimes I spend time in deep thought.
    Sometimes.
    Another time.
    Not this time.
    Not today.
    Some other time.
    Quit the rhyme.
    chime...........


    Sometimes I can't say goodbye.
    Sometimes.
    Ok,
    Always.
    But not this time.
    Sometime, I'll say
    OK.
    bye now.
    chow.
    ciao.
    how to say....
    The End.
    adios.
    later.
    Fine'
    I flee.
    Wheeeeeeee
    tee hee


    ENOUGH!


     


    huh.....
    Sorry. =(


     


     


    I should be SPANKED!  Sometimes.  Ok, Always!

  • Strange Frequencies


    I feel consumed.
    I sense YOU all around me,
    smelling of my hair.
    It makes me warm down there.
    Your senses are filling me,
    touching me,
    tasting me. 

    I pretend not to notice
    but I pulse as your thoughts
    start to drift
    downward....outward,
    consuming me. 

    Your breath is heavy on my flesh,
    ripples cascade across my breasts.
    Everything is heavy. 
    I can't move from the force of your thought,
    your desire. 
    I feel you inside me, warm, full.


    Don't hide. 
    I need not see your eyes,
    I can feel them.
    Tracing me,
    consuming me,
    rippling through my mind.
    I'll pretend not to notice,
    but passion is not blind.


    JoAnn M.-D.©

What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.