Just whom are you?
Do you know?
For I am unsure
On this day or that
Just who I may be
I may be she
Or I may not
I could be that
Or I could be this
Do I want that
Or desire this
I am confused
Quite sure of that
Does it take a life time?
To know who or what?
Will I live long enough
To know about that?
Change is so fast
What I think is not so
Is soon, soon enough
Or is it something else?
When you are sure
Will you let me know?
For I am still changing
With each passing day
Each dawn I wonder
Who am I today


©Saroya Poirier 8/26/09

Dread

Dark night without sun
Sightless days have begun
Day in night without light
Blackest gloom sinister sight
Shadows radiate obscure fear
Dread filled humans shed a tear
Monsters roam in grim delight
Assured that phantoms cannot fight
Moody demons within the gloom
Emerge slowly from dank tombs
Gods of evil smile with glee
For they laugh as all flee
Rulers of dark of night
Celebrate the loss of light
Gates of hell open wide
When dark is light and day is night

©Saroya Poirier

I Ever Will Be

Today gone slipping away with each moment in time
As will tomorrow come then be the day of reality
Such was yesterday to be remembered then forgotten
Passage of time unreal yet completely lost
Leaving humanity to wonder after its transitory passing
Was it real imagined dreams of what was or should have been
Confusion of days slipping by slowly then quickly gone
With unseeing eyes is life an illusion? No answers only questions
Stumbling mumbling grasping empty hands nothing tangible
I am but sand filtering through the proverbial hour glass
I am, I was, I ever will be

Tumultous Peace

I lie upon my fainting couch, hand against my fevered brow
Heart frantically beating within my corseted breast,
I wonder whom mention what to whom and when.
A social outcast shall I be, shunned by all whom I see,
If from heights I fall dashed on the rocks of Cornwall.
Will any see, prevent such as me from death in the deep dark sea?

I promised him my heart yet mention it I could not.
He promised me the world, lost to the turn of the wheel.
I promised myself to conceal this allusion from the world.
The holes were frayed the fabric of my heart torn to shreds.
Yet society knew not, time passed I did abstain.

Now observe you have drawn from me the thread of life.
You care not my love has fallen trampled upon discarded.
I was so sure it would never be mentioned life would go forth.
Yet here it is, words on the wind mentioned for all to hear.
Silken threads woven into the tapestry a life gone astray

Whom shall I turn to in my hour of need?
Who shall rescue me lift me up give life to such as me?
I am downcast now hidden away off to the countryside to stay
Locked in the tower until death has taken me
With only the call of the sea a bitter tumultuous peace.

Manners

Slurp slurp slap
Manners lack
Straighten you back
Or comes the smack

Chin held high
Don’t touch the sky
Lifted breasts don’t protest
Mom’s know best

Mother’s teach
Mom speech
Sit up straight
Don’t be late
Clean your plate

Manners count
If you want to amount
Highs and lows to surmount
Don’t want mom to smack you round
Get your bottom off the ground

Manners now
Manners late
Manners invite
Manners get dates
Now don’t hesitate

LOL

Oh this is a silly thing
But true no less
No spitting no belching
No smacking lips
No picking teeth
Don’t scratch your ass
Don’t pass gas
Want a date, don’t be late
Wash your pits
Brush your teeth
Wanna kiss
Wanna lick
?
Here comes a manners smack
Smoochies
Don’t ask why this is here,
My mind has taken flight

The Phone Call

“Hello, HELLOOOO!”
“Anyone there?”
“What? Uh? OH??”

Heavy breathing moaning
Grunts, lip smacking
The sound of pounding

“Oh my a breather!”
“An obscene phone call!”
“Oh wait it has been so long,
Let me get my vibrator!”

Sound of feet running fading in the distance.
Drawers opening then slamming shut.
Sound of feet getting louder as they get closer.
Panting “Okay I am back just a second!
OH good you’re still on the line, thank you!”

“This is so exciting I haven’t had a breather since I was 22
OH shit, the batteries are dead just another moment.”
Drawers opening and closing, “Shit, where are they
Oh I see one, where is the other one, there, wrong size,
Be right back.”

Sound of running feet fading then returning.
“Okay start again, I am ready, well almost I have to pull my jeans down.”
The swish of a zipper then sounds of struggling, a grunt, “okay ready to go.”

“Louder can you breathe louder I can barely hear you?”
“Ouch, I pinched myself, no blood; okay ready again where is the button.”
“Is your cock big or tiny?” “Are you hard or flaccid?”
“If it isn’t big enough for me to hear the slapping sounds then this won’t work.”

Click.

“Um hello? Are you still there?
“He hung up? I don’t believe it!”
“Well isn’t that a fine howdy do.”

©Saroya Poirier 5/23/09

Pleasured Obsessed

Face up
Face forward
Face the future
Face the wall

Kneel down
Close your eyes
Open wide
No surprise

Lay back
Point your toes
Spread you knees
Then say please

Laugh wildly
Body shiver
Let it quiver
Tremor quake

Plead quietly
Beg implore
Needing more
Acquiesce yes

Tied up tied down
Strung up swing around
Get the whip raise it high
Swing it hard swing it low

Moan whimper
Scream implore
Exhausted peak
Exquisite fatigue

Breathless intrigue
Bruised in excess
Pleasure obsessed
Sensory success

©Saroya Poirier 5/22/09