Category Archives: Poems

Little Pretender

Your stride is for a woman,
but your lies are for a girl
You’re a collection of others,
trying to make up a whole
The collage is so pretty,
but the glue won’t stick.

Daddy didn’t shout
But Mommy would silent scream
You never had a chance little girl,
to be anyone
So now you’re everyone
My little pretender

You survey your snake hips
but the number is too high,
Wrapping the tape
tighter and tighter
There’s a feast on your plate
and you cannot taste it

You feel but you do not believe,
grinning a bright smile
that has no heat.
You’re not deep enough for stabbing knives,
but maybe a razor
dragged across your template

You play the game so well
you’re never short of challengers
Burning through their light
with ivory paraffin
All that’s left is a frayed wick
wet between your fingers

You’re sitting in the boardroom chair,
but your feet don’t touch the floor
Always acting,
now the act is you
But you cannot be a mirror
when all you do is reflect

I wish you could’ve been real
How much I wanted that to be true
But you’ll always be a reflection,
a collage, a bright smile.
You’ll go far in this world,
my little pretender.

I am not a priority

I am not a priority

I am fantasy
a sidenote
a preconception
I am not important enough

I am fun
malleable
a confidante
an ally
I am whatever, whenever

I am fondness
escape
I am impressionable
on the sofa
I am not real

I am sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll
a hotel room by the hour
I am manageable
avoidable
I am an …

I am not candlelight
or declarations
I am a curiosity
not pursued
I am found wanting

I am not a priority
But I’m better than this

Whisky whore

Let me be your whisky whore
I love the desperation when we fuck
It’s so sad it makes me laugh
My lithe body up against yours…
I could call you Daddy
For those who know no shame
Can be most free when tied down
Every time you taste me
My core shudders shockwaves
Mounting you with my mouth is surreal
Dribbling down my chin onto your lips…
Delight marries disgust
The turn comes to an end
And I’m your shaven whore
Do you taste the whisky?

Little Pretender

You walk like a woman,
but you lie like a little girl
You’re a collection of others,
trying to make up a whole
The collage is so pretty,
but the glue won’t stick.

Daddy would shout
Mommy would silent scream
You never had a chance little girl,
to be anyone
So now you’re everyone
My little pretender

You’re sitting in the boardroom chair,
but your feet don’t touch the floor
Always acting,
now the act is you
But you cannot be a mirror
when all you do is reflect

You feel but you do not believe,
grinning a bright smile
that has no heat.
You’re not deep enough for stabbing knives,
but maybe a razor
dragged across your template

I wish you could’ve been someone real
How much I wanted that to be true
But you’ll always just be a reflection,
a collage, a bright smile.
You’ll go far in this world,
my little pretender.