Abandoned
Parched and immobile
An eyesore
The others
Detest the irony of
Her name, The Cattail
poetry
This is Your Life…
This ailing society
Is no magistrate.
Your choices are your own.
Life isn’t subject to approval,
And taste isn’t universal.
It’s your tale; Write the
Ending. Live the adventure.
One day you will be silenced; One
Minute a narrator, the next a flashback.
At that moment, your story is locked.
A legacy can’t be altered from the grave. The
Time for editing is upon you.
Wasted Wishes
Starlight, star bright
Deny me again
My wish tonight…
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The Pick-Up Game
“You’re so beautiful that
You made me forget my pickup line.”
Is that all you’ve got?
Thanks but I decline.
“I’m not staring at your boobs.
I’m staring at your heart.”
I hate to tell you this
But that’s not an ideal start.
“Damn girl, you have more
Curves than a race track.”
Oh please, can I get the past
Few seconds of my life back?
“Do you have a map?
I am lost in your eyes.”
Have a seat but I won’t fall
For that clever guise.
“If beauty were time,
You would be eternity.”
And finally he spoke
The line that got him me.
Titillated
“Patience darling” he softly stated,
Delay was something she always hated,
But here and now she was elated,
His whispers left her stimulated.
Beneath her blindfold there she waited,
For his touch anticipated
Biting her lip with breath bated,
To release desire he had created.
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Carrie Mayhem 