Insane and luving it

Insane and luving it Poems

My job is worth much
more than eleven drachma
an hour. The venom
...

My metaphor is short for some
But longer for others.
I won’t quite know when I’m finished. You shall have to guess.
It will be expensive, as I am spending time
...

Persons there, standing
Are they people or coat hangers?
With folds of skin loosely draped over
Skeletal figures
...

I tried giving depth,
slipping on the sky

they bawl, missing me by millimetres as they
...

Shivering strips slithering
Circular ribbons
twisting and dizzy
of rose and green hue.
...

Have you ever seen a plethora?
Do you even know what a plethora is?
Does your plethora eat grass or feast on the sky?
Does he bubble along to the Sauvignon fizz?
...

Practice the evil before
A hand reaches over, or we will
Never see the light of
Day. Please, let it
...

They span in the wind
twisting and tunneling
wordy and leaf-like
crackled and dry
...

Chips worn away from
overuse
Smooth and cheerful besides
It slid round her neck
...

10.

Ere she breathes, softly weeping
Dreams brush past her eyes a sleeping
The cupids’ arrows rebound away
No thing can pierce the Break of Day
...

The earth is still
As she walks aloft
The grassy hills
The peace is soft
...

Maple leaves reveal gifts
Arrays of hidden treasures
Roads of Rainbows race on by
In Galaxies of 64
...

Sitting still
letting emotions
stampede
and rampage all over
...

The spacebar’s a bully.
He loveth to tease me.
And say that I’m worthless
wHEN REALLY i’M NOT1111
...

I am Beelzebub.
Not Satan. Or Lucifer.
I want to do something
Want something to do.
...

I would like to have a word with you,
in here seems nice and cosy.
Why do you do the things you do
with your pretty poise and graceful posy
...

Always talking to so-called friends
She waits and then pounces!
Childishly, she tags them then runs,
laughing as others comment.
...

You can be oriented by it
But in six different ways.
It makes some joyful, some hateful
But it is blue.
...

I don't really care if those around are
being immature about the ways of the world.
I have the capacity to feel, you know.
...

Why hello, reader.
Here to hear my ramblings?
Well, darlings, guess what?
YOU ARE IN LUCK
...

Insane and luving it Biography

A crazy Aussie girl who writes poems.)

The Best Poem Of Insane and luving it

Medusa's Barber

My job is worth much
more than eleven drachma
an hour. The venom

is strong, the scissors
are stoney. And red. And dead.
And useless to me.

The fang sliced its way
Into my young barber flesh
And it bled. It bled.

I tried to give life
But it had life already
Too much life for me

I tried giving depth
And layers and colour to
The hair that bit back

And turned me to stone.
I spoke not. I heard not. I
Saw everything. Help.

I hate that stupid
Hairdresser. Poncing around
With his scissors and

Styler. I asked for a
Feed - I wanted fuller locks.
He gave me a hell.

“Nutrition and food
Is what they need, ” I explained.
He shook his head. “No,

Darling, you need a
Makeover. A trim and a
Colour. Some layers

I think.” No you don’t.
Those scissors went near my poor
Snakeys – Hush lovelies.

I won’t let him harm
A dear hair on my head. My
Eyes cast over him.

He fell to the ground.
My reptiles came to him and
Scarred him away.

Insane and luving it Comments

Jerry Hughes 16 November 2009

I don't believe you're insane, but I do believe you write very well. Warmly, Jerry

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