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Not everything has to be sexual!

They aren’t? So tell me, what are your bare legs and overflowing breasts for?

They are my best features and assets. A bit of showing is a reflection of my new found confidence.

Oh! Apologies for overlooking the depth of its meaning. It’s hard to be philosophical about it when they scream ‘Fuck me!’.

(Silence is the answer.)

薰衣草 (Lavender)

He used to bring me lavenders at sunset
The subdued scent lulled me into peaceful sleep
I blushed when dreaming your fingers subtlety brushed my hand
Before sunrise I'd already waited patiently by the window



The Living Poetry picture prompt

We were once young and wild
Skinny dipped under the pale moonlight
Beach bums in the California hot sun
Enjoyed onlookers’ glancing

In years gone by
We look at each other
Beer gut and love handles
burst out laughing
We are playful and happy

Stage Performance

I once was a poet
Lego words made a hollow soul
Men fell under my empty sword
I was so very lost

When you read my words now
I am as plain as I can be
No fluff, no bluff, no hidden love notes
A life putting myself on display
Ironically, all is vanity

A Dead End

He keeps packing, travelling, working,
never ending
He is afraid to stop becuase he has a home no more
The lonely journey on the road is way better than the one he endures in life
In the end, he will die a workaholic with no family to feed
That to him, it’s still better than a lone man with no one to bury him

Salt Hair

I made love to the sea
in broad daylight
over and over
until all exhausted
like the sunset

I brought home the salty mist
let the lover’s scent
linger in my hair
by the silk pillow
secrets shared
into the dead of night
soul bared

Fighting Alone

You took away
the ache I endured
from inflamed organs
replaced it with a sharp pain
the moment you walked away

I have not been the same
trying so hard
to hold my shattered heart together
between hospital treatment visits
and hope for a better day


I used to fantasise about retirement life
Playing cards
Reading books and people watching in a cafe
Strolling along the beach
with my kitty on a leash

I don’t want to get old
I don’t want to live in a senior unfriendly world
I would hate to be told to go online to do everything
I would hate to be treated like I am void of knowledge, intelligence or experience

I don’t like humans
I see doom and gloom of this sterile world
And I am too tired to even take responsibility of my own actions

I give up
Before the seniors do