brideofLurch 50F
5 posts
5/17/2006 6:01 am

When I see a man, he looks through me. I've come to expect the indifference because to them I am no one of consequence. As I greedily face hopelessness, my heart doesn't ache with loneliness. As they pass me by like a tattered beggar on the street, all hail men. Their machismo and arrogance has saved me from contentment. I stare blankly at my image in the mirror. I see what they see, exquisite pain. My beauty marks are like scars on my skin. Mirth, oh my friend, stay nearer. The coldness comfortably runs through my blood. How dare they recognise me as "woman", when I am so much more. I am sweet agony.

lifeisablast333 55M

5/22/2006 9:03 pm

that is some cool stuff, keep writing, we enjoy it....kinda deep
the Redneck. and welcome to blogging......

charlie717171 63M
15 posts
5/30/2006 12:31 pm

Your poetry comes from a place where we all spend some time. Thanks for sharing it with us.

SirMounts 103M

6/6/2006 5:07 pm

Very lovely pathos, but your time will come, or come again.
A warm welcome to blogging, brideofLurch. *smiling*

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