<|> everything i am <|>

Bitch Sisters

The cobbled pathway
In the dark
In these heels
In the rain
Was not so bad as when
I walked in and said hello.

I must have been mistaken for a
Man, a rapist, a father,
The way they looked at me.
Like I had come right from
Straight People's Hell
To claim their bitch souls.
I never got the chance to say the
Biting words meant to satirize their flannel
"Thanks, but I like "women"."
As these creatures were so
Different from me and the
Women I have loved.

So much more like the men
I fear that it shocked me.
But I'm a nice enough sort,
I have a joke and a grin for
Everyone I who crosses my path,
But not these bitter, suspicious
Sisters who pegged me to the
Opposite wall as I walked in.

I don't fit here, and I
Didn't fit there so, where
Am I supposed to stand just to
Have a friend, just to feel some warmth?

The cobbled pathway
In the dark,
In these heels
In the rain
Was much easier to take
On my way back to the car.

my poetry

in case you missed it,
please read my
disclaimer.

Rainbow Gurl

Little Gurl Blue
Wonders if her tits will ever be worth it.

Little Gurl Red
Waits in the shadows to kick you when you're down.

Little Gurl Green
Will like the pretty ones once they're covered in gore.

Little Gurl Black
Is waiting to die, and then you'll be sorry

Little Liar Bitch
Dirty Little Snitch
Filthy Little Whore
Life Is Such A Bore

Little Gurl Pink
Dressed up in Daddy's blue illusions of trust.

Little Gurl White
Just shuts it off when it starts getting too ugly.

Little Gurl Violet
Clings hopelessly to their lovely black lies.

Little Gurl Amber
The frozen child she'll always be.

Selfish Little Cunt - Psychological Runt
See Baby Cry - Gurls Never Die

It's your party:
Die if you want to.
Lie if you want to.
Deny if you want to.

Homecoming Queen

Homecoming Queen
You're not so pretty.
Up close you stink,
Maybe you're all dirty
Like us down inside.
Rotting and dying
With something to hide.
Do your eyes ache from crying?

When the heavy petting is
Over and all the sweating
Has finally stopped,
Was that little death
Or last lying breath
Really worth the trip?

Sorority Sister
With your Jackie K. mask.
Needing a mister
To sniff-up your ass.
Keep up the facade,
Show us your bliss.
Abhor the mob
That feels like this.

Jesus Is Dead

I don't think Judas was
Being malicious.
And I don't believe he really
Knew what was going on.
Did anyone hear him say
'I think I'll fuck Jesus over.'?

So likewise
I don't believe anyone wanted
To tear me apart.

Give me credit . . .

I'm not that fucked up.

But Jesus is dead,
Hung up or out to die.
And every time I turn around
Someone nails me again.

And when you come to think of it
Every time you turn around
You're up against that
Same cold, jagged stone wall.

Don't think for a moment
It isn't the same all over.
Nobody is out to get me,
Shit just gets passed on and on . . .

Sometimes it hurts
Just to open my eyes

And know

It's coming again.

But Jesus is dead
Hung up or out to die.

And every time I turn around
Someone nails me again.

navigate

Sign My Guestbook View My Guestbook

first of all . . . you should be either over 16 years old or with an adult if you're going to play in here. this site is rated PG because there is some swearing and some of my art involves partial nudity. so if these things disturb you, click here to find yourself something else to do. if you continue into this site, it is at your own risk.
secondly . . .this page was designed with Internet Explorer 4.x and is meant to be viewed full screen with resolution set to 600x800. i use the font "Air Cut One Hundred" here. you can get it for yourself here.
legally . . . everything you see here is copyrighted 1980-1999 by Ms. Cydniey/ZenWeb Productions. no image or words shall be used in whole or in part by any other person or group whithout the express written permission of Ms.Cydniey/ZenWeb Productions. so don't try it (yes, my lawyer is that bored). agreed? okay, go have fun.
<|>back up<|>