She doesn’t think she’s beautiful,
except on the very best of days
when a threesome of accomplishment,
compliment and endorphins
gives her courage to look into the mirror without filters.
She’ll admit to sexy, grudgingly,
if bolstered by makeup and corsets
and other accessories.
But anyone can be sexy, she reasons madly,
and sets the stage for the jest ( Read more... )

Intentionally so, for once. Someone on another site asked for contributions of bad poetry, so I came up with the following gems:

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The "fictional memory" meme again.

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The young man's cursed, he's often said;
he cannot find a top in bed.
It seems the world is full of those
with schemes most eager to impose
their will upon the world around;
but not when they are lying down.
His girlfriend's willful, tall and fierce;
her scowl will chill, her glare will pierce.
But when it's time for them to schtupp...
she meekly asks to be ( Read more... )

"So you won't wonder," she says, moving close.
Wonder what? She doesn't say. No time to wonder, anyway.
Knowing what's to come, and how this goes,
I lean in, head incline, accept her lips again on mine.

And it's the very first time all over;
singing in my jaded heart, mind set free, and lips apart --
seconds pass as glaciers, melt forever,
lost in the ( Read more... )