Drunk on the feeling of gratitude after having found that upward running escalator The person in question, attempted too much too soon
By Jayne McClure2 years ago in Poets
The way you make me feel When you treat me with respect When you give me meaningful attention I feel like a Goddess
Yesterdays clothes had been washed and draped over chairs to dry inside A natural lavender scented soy candle was glowing
To every bodies children When grief comes from whatever source Always remember it brings you a gift If you choose to accept it
Well you had better respect me Or you won’t hear the end of my attempts to educate you, that I am equal You may repeat something you’ve heard
Well, would you like to know why I have no guilt for leaving your town, just when your control was getting juicy for you? With out saying good bye? Still after more closure? Well, how about MS? Still chasing me on social media?
Poison After thirty years of your acquaintanceship That I mistook for friendship, I now release the poison of my thoughts and expectations
By Jayne McClure3 years ago in Poets
The Other had a dream One changed into someone different One, an imposter An enemy from The Other’s past There are some experiences we never recover from
Almost like George Well, it’s been some time But, finally I have met Mr Right He can play any music And sing any song He can discuss any genre
I am identified as being disabled The power chair makes it obvious But where would I have landed if This Multiple Sclerosis hadn’t happened to me?
Forgive Forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive It’s the only way to live Or else the ghosts of your past Follow until your breath is your last
I don’t need a man I need men For attention and conversation Sorry, not intimacy To he, I have loved in my youth I am still in love with the memory