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Good things come... I had his attention, said I was a treat We talked for a minute my interest was piqued Tho I was twice the age of what he likes to eat He was putting forth effort and I found that sweet He made a nice gesture to show me he cared Then he read my blog and I think he got scared For he felt the need to enlighten me And Without hesitation tried to frighten me I was emotionally fragile was the phrase he used And it was the friend zone He was sending me to But my sensual ways kept him dismayed And I found him trying to tempt me to play Though quite complementary I caught all the jabs So I'd know of all the young pussy he's had As if this fine filly would have disappointed What I had to give would have left him anointed loneliness and intrigue had me taking the bait Then one night I was busy and he couldn't wait his well hidden anger exposed its harsh face Trying to bully me to a dark place Forgetting I'm smarter than he'd given credit Tough and quite brave but he'd never admit it Grateful that hasty is not how I roll My patience it saves me from another asshole! I write blog poetry because it helps me release pent up emotional feelings that might otherwise be grooming me to be the next neighborhood cat lady....all kidding aside I have been writing since the age of eight to deal with the traumatic childhood I had and have since found it cathartic in dealing with the little nuances of life like shitty boyfriends and chronic insomnia and death. If you think my words make me weak and fragile you are not seeing the bigger picture...it takes a lot of courage to post the things on my heart that leave me vulnerable and transparent...but that's what I choose to convey my vulnerability along side my strength my intelligence my sensuality my wit my heartache my humor my desires and my need to be heard. If this is the only media I ever blog on and even one person is moved to relate with what I am saying then it's worth all the exposure to my emotional tapestry! Don't let a few words scare ya...what's scarier is what is hidden sometimes!!! Peace! CrzyGryl |
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We all need an outlet sometimes, it let's us all know we are not alone though and lets us have empathy for the struggles of others, it makes my heart ache to even fathom what you must have endured, but that is what makes our souls strong and resistant. Do not let that define you though and rise up to be the shining star that you are.
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All the coaxing and hoaxing. The screaming while demeaning one over the other while blaming one another for looking at him and him at her it's no wonder men are in men and women are on women The lies about age and our height and our weight and the toll it takes on our hope and our faith when we meet those liars face to face. There's the doms clubbing their subs and cougars eating the young of the Moms next door who are dating they're sons friends while dads with his fringe and all her benefits lest we forget F B who everyones been with. so what a fucking mess this hex we put on sex. Where coaxing was sexy and dates set a nice pace Where hi's were hellos and not, hey sit on my face. The notion that quality over quantity makes someone a much better commodity is absurd for a perfidious past just looking for ass has no quality or any real class.What about people that aren't on this site .You won't ask them you're afraid what they'd think.Body parts and silhouettes that have given themselves names and wonder why people are always playing games. There's the crass and the crude the self righteous and rude.A lot of this crap for one silly act. To think of all those people spurned and the bridges they've burned.Where honesty and sincerity is laughed at and shamed. coaxing and hoaxing are one in the same.So roll the dice to see who goes first,send a message and begin the game! [image] Using more than all the road!
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good poem but it left me carving a single malt scotch and grateful for vibrators! CrzyGryl
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