Word of the Day Challenge #96-Untitled Poem

Fingers pressed
rain dusted pane
pain
glowing lights
fade
amber to gold
to silence.
Lost
lips tremble
I hate this
hate feeling I am meaningless
a game
played by you
until bored
I become garbage on the side.
Do you laugh?
Do you point?
Do you crow?
Look at that stupid bitch
falling for me
falling for you
cow
she is willing to do anything
play her along
get what you need
show those videos
disrespect 
she will never know.
Each unanswered message
each unanswered call
tears
fall like rain
realizing
was your game.
©April 1/20
Picture my own

Best Served

Gently cup my cheek
thumb erases the tears
sad smile
I know
you know
it was never real.
Pain
raging
tearing me apart
my mistake
falling hard
should have listened
when warned.
Fantasies woven
tenderness given
hard not to feel
time to tamp it down
drown it down
lock it away
’cause I swear
I ain’t giving it away.
I am done with feeling shit.
I am done with feeling period.
They say
(I love the infamous they)
revenge is a dish best served cold
revenge is a life well lived
revenge is a lot of things…..
what I cling to as true
the day will come
when you realize……
I was the best you would ever have.
©March 15/20
Picture is my own. Of me.

Charred Existence

Pitter patter
I can hear
behind me
subtle shift
one pebble to another
 sharp response
building
 tangible darkness
bleeds from my fingertips.
Running
looking to hide away
to suffer not this pain
 to exhale
to harden this tell tale heart
 cease beating 
for faithless lovers deemed.
Breathe in
breathe out
sweet sorrow rising
 spiraling smoke
curtained twilight
  tears rain.
Reaching out
hands in plaintive plea
tormented by dreams
 carved beneath
ebony charred
 woeful mask.
No lover
no friend
shadowed in corners
 mocking me
hands taken…..withheld
 pushed aside…..
  forever…..
   forgotten.
©March 12/20
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Foolish Fantasy

Rain…..
Face pressed to window
tears
unseen
watching for headlights
straining to hear
knowing you are not to come.
Days grey
sodden wool
walking zombie
bitter pill.
Warned I was
tuck
run
do not look back
only hurt I would be.
Foolish woman
I should have heeded
my own inner voice
the one screaming
begging
for me to flee.
Deep down
I knew
before we even met
how hard I would fall
how I would regret
giving over my heart
to someone with no trust.
Faith.
I had…..
Disappointed
I am…..
Forward
backwards
time will always ebb & flow.
©March 6/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #90-Untitled Erotic Poem

I would like to preface this by stating this poem is about two consenting adults in a loving respectful relationship. It is a different expression.

He looks at me
eyes hungry
desire
I can feel the heat of him
from where I stand
silhouetted
my figure clearly seen
through satin fabric.
Taut
stretched across hard nipples
warmth
radiating between my thighs
eyes half lidded in lust
waiting
for you to direct.
Come to me
purred in a growl
on your knees
that’s my good little one
you do know how to please.
Running hands
over ridged thighs
grazing
lick
flick
tiny dew drop
upon my lips.
Hand to hair
pull my head back
I wear
for I know
right now
right here
you are mine to command.
©March 5/20
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Mr. Cannot

Where oh where 
could my prince be?
Lost in a tree?
Lost at sea?
Lost and refusing to ask directions?
Would not surprise me.
Everyone tells me to be patient
to wait
bide my time
until the right one comes
sweeping me off my feet
making me believe in romance
true love
and all the rest of that garbage.
True love
manure if you ask me
no man is going to sweep me away
take away my problems
make me feel sweet and light
a princess in disguise.
Knights is shining armour
do not exist
or rather I have not met one yet.
However I have met:
Mr. Cannot Commit.
Mr. Cannot Love.
Mr. Cannot be faithful.
Mr. Cannot tell the truth.
Mr. Cannot control self.
Mr. Cannot…..
Where is Mr. Can?
No where to be found.
Were I to put out a bounty
do you think that he would appear?
Or once more
surrounded by frogs
willing to kiss no more.
©March 2/20
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Ugly Reality

You must hate me.
What have I done?
Why?
My body aches
my mind races
forever afraid
I hate that.
Watching every move you make
reading each motion of body
no mistakes
cannot make
for should I
repercussions will be great.
Home
where the heart is
where the soul is rend
hiding away from the world
no one hears my words
no one sees my eyes
dead inside.
Raise your fist
open your hand
cuff the back of my head
love tap
you assure the others
while I look down at my feet.
Subjugated
demeanor has changed
no longer a fun loving girl.
Kick me while I am down.
Beat me while I am up.
Chained to your desires
your whims
my life
a living hell.
©Feb. 28/20
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