word jam : cuckooed in a trap house

its not letting go of pain its getting through it
feeling needs to be felt, sat with

the foxes sounds like little aliens
when they are clicking and clacking in the middle of the night

I've given up treats
and nb this is a poetry blog

losers luck

chuckster and baby mother
are discussing removing parts of this blog
and presenting them as their own work

i deserve to get my own way
im grateful i dont have to do school runs
making things go according to plan
coffee mornings ahoy !

glad ive got everything sorted

my feelings are like a pallette of different colours
that make new colours

i deserve all my feelings
i deserve to live happily ever after !

nic is spamming the forum again
i put her identities on ignore
but she keeps making new ones
so that she dominates the whole forum

some people
are conspiring to have me sectioned
for non compliance with their agendas

some say
that women who have not had children
are not real women !

trying to get into a nice bedtime routine !

im on the ceiling looking down at my body
too dependent on the validation of others

I guess romance is the part of the relationship
that isn't sexual

I think Freud was right that people are too embarrassed
about their bodily functions

but I definitely don't fancy my relatives !

i cant get turned on because im supposed to get turned on
i just dontwork like that

it is laziness
when women neglect their own sexuality
and compenstate for it by making fun of other women

im not interested in becoming a nun thankyou

lot of anger coming up for me today
what with changes I'm making in my diet

I've never been good with anger
so its quite frightening when you get old stuff from the past

sex is very fulfilling

diversify and survive
got my straight pants on

cuckooed in a trap house
the twisties

cutting open a pigs eyeball
touch wood

ive been with some horrible men
and youre the worst !
recently its always you , phwoaaar !
i gasp your name grinding my teeth
he has a magical state of mind,
the world is not ready for him yet
there is some sort of a horse appearing on the wall
a party in my trousers
flashing lights from the sun

dazzling refracted light

wait a minute he says, do you love me,
do you promise not to leave me ?
and im worried he will stop
again the butterfly garment caused me pain

which caused a disturbance ,
this time it was me wearing the trousers

as the guitar warps like a Dali

but then he does spend so much time with his ex