emotional torment (Remove filter)
DOORMAT
Call me the doormat,
The infestation of rats,
The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,
Call the kettle black!
Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,
The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?
The hot head who can only nag nag nag,
That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.
Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects
When you stand by the mirror and boast,
When ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 3:40 pm
Grisly Girl
Someone's sowed pins and needles into her lips.
Thursday 11th February 2016 2:32 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 31. Brussels Boycott]
3 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Civilities
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
2 hours ago
Rolph David on The Anchorage Gambit – Reflexive Control
2 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Stats (To be continued)
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Tikumtok
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
3 hours ago
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
9 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
12 hours ago