Category Archives: Poetry & Musings

For Shits and Giggles, I Now Have a Tumblr

Because two WordPress blogs weren’t enough. Because a Facebook blog page, a personal Facebook, an Instagram, Pinterest, and two Twitter accounts simply weren’t enough. You can now find my crazy self on Tumblr as The Bipolar Lesbian.

My purpose for creating this mini blog is pure simplicity, all the while combining two parts of myself- my sexual orientation and my mental illness. I plan to showcase media such as photos, gifs, videos, and music. I also want to make this a designated space for my poetry, which I will be pouring more of myself into here in the future.

Tumblr has been around for a little while now, but is growing at an increasingly fast rate. If you have a Tumblr account, or are interested, I recommend checking out my baby blog. I want to have fun with it and with an audience, I can deliver just that!

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It Went Too Fast, Love – a poem about heartbreak

If I could, I really would
Catch every tear that fell.
Though I know I really should
Accept that time will tell.

It was a lost cause,
But you’re not lost, love.
It was a past love,
It went too fast, love.

I imagine her expression,
As she quickly shut the door.
All too clear was her rejection.
I clean the pieces from the floor.

Strawberries fragrant in the air,
Strawberry scented, like her hair.

Tire tracks provide evidence,
Matching tread marks on my heart.
Spinning sick, it makes no sense.
There came an end before a start.

It was a lost cause,
But you’re not lost, love.
It was a past love,
It went too fast, love.

Her fingerprints left in the dust,
Silky strands clogged in the drain.
That skin was more than glowing lust,
Her ideals around this room remain.

Strawberries fragrant in the air,
Strawberry scented, like her hair.

Need an intervention of the soul.
May I have the will to dream?
Once was fire, now burned a hole.
Is this as broken as it seems?

It was a lost cause,
But you’re not lost, love.
It was a past love,
It went too fast, love.

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Precious Heart of a Past Life

Her skin was softer than a lullaby.
A tune so simple, I’d wished the words were my own.

That voice embraced a song, just so she could set it free.
As she sang, I had to hide the tears.

Her own hair, the color women pay for, left a strand on my coat.
It was part of what defined her beauty.

I insisted she was number one, no matter how sensitive she was.
Weak and selfish, my light shined through her voids.

She answered sweetly to the name only I could call her.
Then painted a picture of her reservations.

A new sense of complication emerged from the rose-colored trench.
And I pitied my intentions.

She came and went until something better became obvious.
I paved that road for which she danced.

Aromatic memories of her perfume are reduced to ash.
I now live my new book, where the words are my own.

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Skin On Fire, a sexy lil poem

She used her eyes like a weapon,
And her tongue just like a whip.

She set her skin on fire,
With the curve of her hip.

She caressed herself gradually,
Using just a fingertip.

Her breath was sweet and heavy,
As she slowly bit my lip.

I embrace her body underneath,
When she invites my hand to slip.

Insatiable thrusting swallowed me,
Wave of ecstasy tightened her grip.

As she trembled and glistened,
Succulent nectar I always sip.

We held each other in our arms,
With steamy flesh, our sweat did drip.

Soon enough she kissed my neck,
Whispered in my ear to “flip”.

It was my turn she said,
Our love making goes round trip.

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She is My Heroin, a poem

I’m enticed by heavy petting,
By your sculpted neon light.
I know to what you’re getting,
Your flesh gripping me so tight.

I’m seduced by your reaction
To the wreckage I undress.
Your eyes watch only a fraction,
Of my deliberate finesse.

I’m lured to intoxication
Under the influence of your heart.
You slither with anticipation,
And you spread my heat apart.

I’m inhaling all your pores,
As you drink from my sweet well.
Your mouth pushes inside more,
My river eagerly expels.

I’m turned on by your confession,
While you made me arch my back.
Your love for me with proud concession,
I brush against your hungry track.

I’m learning each and every curve,
Your secretion fills my dream.
Glass-like eyes watching as I serve,
Breathing out a whispering scream.

I’m evolving from my fear within,
And the feelings in my soul.
You are indeed my heroin.
I crave your being as a whole.

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