I’m not your sexual fetish

This messenger thing is really getting thin, now to me. I'm not your sexual fetish, and never will be. Male or female they both message me, on Facebook and Instagram, messages sent to really annoying me. Sending me messages, as rude as fuck. Things they like to see, or can I just take a look? [...]

I am a little different, a poem by Mikki, age 50 and 11 months

I'm a little different, it's clear for all to see. I'm a little different, I just want to be me. I'm a little different, but I'm happy deep inside. I'm a little different, not sorry, I won't hide. I'm a little different, most folk, care not one jot. I'm a little different, my friends, they [...]

So What

So what? If you think I'm gay, I'm really not arsed with what you think, I'll live my life my own way. So what? If you think I look a mess, I probably look better than you, Could fit into this dress? So what? If you say sly words, behind my back, The truth is [...]

Sunday morning, off to church

A little poem about church. Wakey wakey, It's Sunday morn, Church bells ring, Service a calling. Rushing now, I'm gonna late, Bells still ring, Passing the gates. Enter church, Dothing my hat, Sit thee down, A happy lass. Sermon starting, Priest speaks aloud, Words of God, Congregation listen, nod. Singing aloud, Godly, pleasant songs, All [...]

Dont care what you think about me

I don’t care what you think about me. Or your perception, of what you think I might be. I don’t care if you think that I’m weird. I don’t care if you think I am strange. Because what you don’t see, is the mental anguish and pain. All the bitterness of whats inside, thats made […]

Metaphorically dead, red wine

My brain is a factory of doubt and ill reason, Still love you inside, not together there’s a reason, I can’t see things in just black and white, You make me argue, bicker and fight. Although I still love you, we must stay apart, Something deep down means I’m better inside of my heart, When […]

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