P e r s p i r i n g
A drop cascades
S e d u c t i v e l y
In, and out of
I m p e r f e c t i o n s
Hugging every
C u r v e
No obstacle unaccomplished
V i c t o r i o u s
Exploring every
I n c h
Of your lithe, yet hard
B o d y
Sighs caress my
E a r s
As lips do
P a r t
Slowly taking in your
E s s e n c e
Stella Artois
T e m p t a t i o n
In a green bottle
D e l i c i o u s
Blessedly cool libations
©️Unapologetically Me
Entangled in desperation’s web
Struggling against its silk
As it wraps lusciously around me
Dragging me beneath the silt
Bound by anxiety’s web
Emotional sludge surrounds
Trapping me within
Hellacious crying sounds
Tight, the web becomes
Squeezing my very being
An anguished essence reveals
Eyes that are all too seeing
Outside the web, they watch
As I struggle against my demise
A light that’s slowly fading
Taken by lascivious lies
©️Unapologetically Me
My mirror is broken!
Or is it my eyes?
A toss-up between
reality, and disguise.
Am I genuinely happy,
or blinded by pain?
Curse my obsession
with perfecting what’s feigned!
My mirror is fractured!
Hairline, in my reflection.
The more that I stare,
the more I critique my inspection.
A once pristine vision
has darkened, like night,
blind to the sunshine,
a once golden light.
My mirror is broken!
Reality peaks in,
tsk’ing disapproval,
for I’ve slipped up, again.
©️ Unapologetically Me
Never compare pain.
Your pain,
is your
own.
©️Unapologetically Me
I worry for the elderly,
the immunodeficient, too.
I fear for smaller children,
for this virus, we have no clue.
Similar to the flu,
the symptoms can be scary.
Worried with each cough,
a runny nose can make you wary.
Panic has been unearthed,
chaos has ensued.
School is out, jobs are closed,
pandemic has accrued.
Toilet paper is gone,
soap has disappeared.
Left, and right, supplies are less,
they’re taking water for a year.
Excessive, to say the least,
it seems a bit too much.
I get that folks are scared,
but a month’s worth, is enough.
Step back, and take a breath,
wash your hands, aplenty.
Cover your mouth, when you cough,
you’re leaving the shelves too empty.
©️Unapologetically Me
Partly cloudy,
peaking sun.
It just might rain,
Spring has begun.
No longer stuck
inside four walls.
The time has come,
the outdoors call.
Cookouts, and family,
longer nights.
Camping, and fishing,
nature’s delights.
©️Unapologetically Me
Gentle breeze blows
Pollen, scattered
Yellow upon every surface
Chalky taste
Dry mouth
Eyes burning
Nose itching
Sun, shining bright
Flowers, in bloom
Windows open
Blessed warmth
Hello, Spring
I’ve seen it said, “if your poem is worthy.” But, what makes a poem worthy? Who are you to deem which is, and which isn’t? So, here is my poem about that;
Ah, but what is worthy
in poetry’s realm?
Authenticity.
Deem it so,
in poetry’s realm.
All poems are worthy.
Not speaking to one,
doesn’t make it less.
Worthy, still.
Poetry.
All is worthy.
Write your worth.
When I say I laughed, I really did. Hard. I spit my water out, and everything. For anyone who has a Daddy kink, you’ll laugh. Even if you have no kinks, I hope you still laugh.
Happy Hump Day, y’all!!
PS. Hope I don’t have any sensitive Sally’s on here 🤣🤣😩😩
G r i m y
Lost amongst
a gritty past
S a n d
Rubbed into
open wounds
R e l i v i n g
an agonizing sting
bitter, and biting
W h i m p e r s
pulled from within
foreign wetness
L e a k i n g
from exhausted eyes
a soul, shredded
T o r n
shattered into pieces
slivers assault a being
©️Unapologetically Me
Unapologetic 