He chopped at the log with the fury of a Greek God The foggy mountain top he raised his head to gaze Armed sufficiently when insincerity and indecency collide His flaming head now full of dread and thinking that he’s dead Damning thoughts they disappear the ax he swings relieved Fully consumed with gratitude she lays him-freed, in the ground.
Yes, my poems seem dark and dreary. One time I tried a happy verse but it didn’t seem to work. The clouds blocked the sun, the earth began to shake.The time and space continuum collided and NASA locked me up. Then, the CIA got involved and called me a national threat. They flagged my email, spied on my journal and called the President. All the Heads of State met deciding what to do. They put me in orange, cuffed my hands and threw me in Gitmo. So, I no longer write the happy verse and have begun to curse. You should hear the words that came out-even the terrorists became afraid-and ran from this little blonde girl.
So, I have this new editing business I’m trying to build. It’s called Envyme Writing. The first book I edited has already been published and I have a BA in Mass Communication. If you know of anyone who needs an editor please share this or reblog me! Envymewriting@gmail.com. My fees are very reasonable because a woman cannot live on poetry alone. 🙂
You will fall hard for me this night because a girl like me is impossible to find. Oh my, how you will get addicted to me-but I can hardly blame you. I’m a drug, a hallucinogen, a horrid habit you are hungry to have as your hands explore the soft curvature of my hips. Go ahead nurture your power to knead my nipples and breathe on them with fanciful whispers of hate and heated passion. Lash out at me with deep seeded need from your depths and masquerading as a man filled with fire. Like the frenzied feeding of starving piranha you will seek me and devour me with deadly messy speed. Push me, pull me, give me more. Fall hard for me this night and then you’ll experience my primitive desire to score…