A Lazy Sunday Morning
Church bells drift through rain-soft air,
Cerys Matthews spins her tales and songs.
I nestle beneath a quilt of quiet,
book in hand, the world half gone.
Wind stirs whispers through the trees,
mountains blur in a sleepy haze.
Chores linger like clouds at the edge of thought—
but Sundays were made to laze.
I can see how I would like my life to be
I am changing, rearranging,
resetting, nesting,
settling, settling into
my own skin.
I am getting to know myself, inside and out.
I like what I see and feel.
Finally, falling in love with me.
I dont need to
worry about things
that arise from the past.
I’m leaving it all behind. No longer living in rewind.
I’m just pressing play and dealing with each day.
That will do!
True love has finally come true.
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Daisy Green
The moon has often abandoned me and left me with sorrow
But
The beaver moon was different
The moon often makes me horny and not wise
But the beaver moon was different
It brought passion and lust
Good old fashioned teenage snogging
The kisses I adored, looking into one another’s eyes, like we had nothing to hide
This isn’t love, this isn’t even a partnership
It is passion and lust, enjoying the intensity of each amorous thrust
There’s nothing more to the ‘Act of love’ than exploring one another’s likes and dislikes
We are just pals that make the ‘Act of love’ crazy fun and nothing more
The senses are aroused, he growls, she moans, She shouts out his name (she can’t remember his name)
She comes, he comes.
His breath explores her pussy, every part of their senses is aroused
Explode
Explode
Explode
She explodes all over again
She weeps, never has she felt such tenderness before
They continue to kiss
This she does miss
But they are just pals that make the ‘Act of love’ crazy fun and nothing more
The beaver moon was different
I was the Spider caught in his Web
With his bridge line
The weaving got tighter
My heart became fainter
I was the water colours
Trying to blend in
He was the painter
Creating the obscure mix
He was the creator
He was the narrator
I was the character in his play
It made me sick in so many ways
It took me a while to realise
He was the cause
Of this broken product
He told me he loved me
But secretly
He was destroying me
I tried to escape so many times
He worked his magic
I was easily hypnotised
With his hidden lies
I am still trapped in his web
Although
I have broken his bridge thread
I’m left with words unsaid
Unsaid by me
As I was to afraid
Even though the cage has been broken
I have been left wide open
You are the reason
I am still reeling
With so many confusing feelings
There’s no logic in the things you did
But
These are the things that effect the way I live
I thank the moon for the darkened sky that has gone
I can try and be at one
Thank you!
As I waited for the dark clouds to disperse
The moon reflected its honour upon me
Sequenced shadows of dark and light
Brought pure delight
To this manic night
Words Twisted
Hidden in the red mist
He didn’t use his fist
Mentality hidden in her own abyss
He obviously Knew this
Some words he felt were useless
Unless
It was him being obtuse
She is not looking for sympathy, only empathy
She is only just realising
That she is not lazy, or in fact crazy
His words were not easy to see through
He captured her into his lair
This, she could no longer bare
Sick of seeing that disapproving glare
Her own thoughts and feelings
Discovered all of the misleading words he was feeding
Words untangled
No longer did she feel strangled
This woman he could no longer handle
To much of a woman for him
Seeing him doesn’t please me
He’s there in the Spar
Greeting me
Questioning me still
Uni this, uni that
I’ve already asked him
Keep it as though I am a customer
And you are staff
But he won’t leave it at that
I’m drawn in
Answering, this and that
Giving him the facts
That can’t be right?
I’m back there
Complient
In his stare
Tomorrow we shall be divorced
So, why should I care about that?
Forget him
Forget him
Forget him
He’s not worth my time
But
Here I am writing about him in yet another rhyme
There he is carrying on like he’s done no wrong
Singing yet another la la la song
The mental abuse he induced
Isn’t much fun
Left me here feeling useless and numb
He has accomplished what he set out to produce
A word to the wise
If something doesn’t feel right
And
It feels a constant fight
Lay down your gloves
This isn’t love
It isn’t right
There shouldn’t be any disguise
Life is too short to live In fear
And
To pretend
Forget him
Forget him
Forget him
So
The perpetrator plays the victim
Why can’t people see through him?
He lives in another town
But still comes and works in mine
The transfer is there for the taking
What goes through his mind?
Why can’t he leave me behind?
He has no friends in his town
Never mind mine
He can play his games
But
HE CANNOT GASLIGHT ME ANY LONGER
He wont realise but I am now stronger
He really is a wrong un
He still tells me I will always be his one true love
If this was really true
Why would he make me out to be a shrew?
There must be better things for him to do
I will continue to buy my tobacco from ‘my’ local spar
Daisy Green 