Always quieting
my angry, boiling temper,
turns my insides black
Daydream, list, stare into space... I make haikus in my head; hence, haikuicise. It's a cheap way to entertain myself and I can break all the rules save one: 5:7:5
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Dutiful Wife
“Love” as an action
On his hands and in his mind,
and I feel no touch
Passion on his mind
and pouring from his penis;
my body is numb
Although emotions
pour from my eyes, he never
wipes the tears, asks why
Fear covers my skin,
exudes from my secretions
while he smells perfume
Only one body
attends the intertwining
only one mind runs
He won’t ever touch;
I am impenetrable
he will NOT have me
My body is cold,
his anger throbs, pulsing; mad.
My heart is still warm
My eyes remain dry
temporarily hollow
while his juices drip
He connects body
and nails mine to the bed-post
I feel my soul die
My body gets cold
My heart stopped years ago. This;
my wifely duty
On his hands and in his mind,
and I feel no touch
Passion on his mind
and pouring from his penis;
my body is numb
Although emotions
pour from my eyes, he never
wipes the tears, asks why
Fear covers my skin,
exudes from my secretions
while he smells perfume
Only one body
attends the intertwining
only one mind runs
He won’t ever touch;
I am impenetrable
he will NOT have me
My body is cold,
his anger throbs, pulsing; mad.
My heart is still warm
My eyes remain dry
temporarily hollow
while his juices drip
He connects body
and nails mine to the bed-post
I feel my soul die
My body gets cold
My heart stopped years ago. This;
my wifely duty
Monday, June 11, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
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